A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"No buts. Execute the order, General."

Sopi pursed his lips and reluctantly ordered the remaining troops to assemble.

Peter and the others, watching from a distance, were also somewhat incredulous. "How could this be?"

"Are they insane?" Edmund asked. "What good does it do them to keep fighting at this point?"

"It won't do those soldiers any good, but... it might not be so good for the elders of the council," Aaron said meaningfully.

Caspian paused for a moment, looked at Pusuppi from a distance, and suddenly realized what was going on.

“I understand, Pushupi wants to seize the throne from the Tanmo people.”

But killing Miraz is not enough, because I am still alive, and Caspian is the rightful heir.

Miraz is my uncle. He seized the throne, and the elders of the council all have something to say about him.

However, Pusuppi was only one of the members of parliament, and as an outsider, he could hardly win over the people.

"If he doesn't kill me, his throne will be unstable."

“Not just you, but also your little nephew,” Aaron reminded him. “In a sense, Miraz’s son is also a prince of the Tanmo.”

"So, after killing Caspian, he even killed Miraz's child..." Edmund's eyes widened in astonishment. "That's too cruel!"

"This is normal; the struggle for the throne is full of bloodshed."

Miraz could kill Caspian's father in his sleep, so Pushupi could certainly kill Miraz's son in his sleep. "I just wonder if he'll have Miraz's patience to wait until his own son is born before he makes his move," Aaron said half-jokingly.

“He doesn’t need it,” Caspian said with a complicated expression. “Pusupie has a son.”

“Very good. After killing you and your nephew, he will have no more worries.” Edmund said speechlessly.

"He's not just going to kill Caspian, he's going to kill all of you too."

After all, you witnessed him kill Miraz with your own eyes; letting you live would be a potential threat.

“Quite a few people have died for this throne!” Peter said. “This is probably the most accurate thing Miraz ever said.”

"I don't have time for your sentimentality, hurry up and integrate the army!"

What follows is a tough battle. The Narnias have a chance of winning, but it's still not very high.

Peter nodded, and the centaur leader standing beside him raised his longsword. "Prepare for battle."

The Narnias immediately became serious, each picking up their weapons and quickly adjusting their stance.

“I should probably go now,” Aaron said, then put away his sniper rifle.

"Aren't you going to stay and help us?" Peter asked, puzzled.

"I don't want to stay on the front lines," Aaron rolled his eyes. "I've done everything I could to help, so don't ask me to do anything dangerous!"

“But the woods aren’t safe either; there are definitely Tanmo cavalry patrolling there,” Caspian said.

"I don't take those stragglers seriously."

If they're courting death, I won't show them any mercy.

Upon hearing this, the three of them were speechless.

"I'll go find Athrun for Lucy and the others. If possible, I also want to end this war as soon as possible."

“But they’ve both been gone for a day,” Edmund said.

"I can teleport."

"What I mean is you probably won't find them."

Aaron raised an eyebrow and took out Captain Jack's compass. "This magical item can point to what the holder is thinking."

The three exchanged glances. "If you had this earlier, we might have found Aslan by now."

“I’ve tried, but I can’t find Aslan,” Aaron said with some regret. “This land seems to be protecting him, allowing him to be isolated from the compass’s detection, but finding other people shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Alright, be careful on your own. Leave this to us,” Peter said. “We can definitely hold out until you get back.”

"goodbye!"

Aaron used Phantom Teleportation again, instantly appearing in front of Cornelius.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the old professor and teleported him away.

call!

When he reappeared, Cornelius patted his heart with lingering fear.

"If there's a next time, please let me know in advance. This is too exciting; I wasn't prepared at all."

"You want a next time?" Aaron glared at him disdainfully. "I, a great archmage, have already condescended to protect an old geezer like you, and you're still not satisfied? Who do you think you are?"

"I'm sorry." Cornelius pursed his lips guiltily, looking around at the walls and rubble, his gaze lingering on the four statues. "Where...where is this?"

"The ruins of Kelparavel have been abandoned for hundreds or thousands of years, but no one has discovered this secret chamber."

There's no safer place in Narnia than here. You stay put and don't come out before tomorrow.

"I know, I know," Cornelius said somewhat impatiently. He was fascinated by the history of Narnia, and this was an undiscovered ruin, which was undeniably attractive to him.

Having settled the large burden, Aaron followed the compass needle and teleported in 500-meter increments.

After several attempts, the pointer pointed in the opposite direction.

"Found it." A look of joy appeared on Aaron's face. He stopped his Phantom Teleportation and ran wildly in the direction the pointer was pointing.

On the way, he saw several corpses of Tanmo soldiers with red arrows stuck in them, presumably the work of Susan.

Another unlucky guy had three bloody holes in his body, clearly caused by a gun; Lucy was probably the one who did it.

After walking about a hundred meters following the direction of the pointer, Aaron finally saw the two of them, and in front of them was a huge male lion more than two meters tall.

"Aslan?"

Roar!

The lion roared, then said in a gentle voice, "Narnia welcomes you, young wizard."

"Uh...not everyone welcomes me."

“Aaron,” Susan kept winking at him, “you must kneel before the supreme king.”

“I don’t want to.” Aaron refused outright.

He had never knelt before anyone in his life except his ancestors and parents.

This lion is indeed stronger than him, but he is not worthy of making him bow down.

“It’s alright,” Aslan laughed. “Your talent is too great, and you have unlimited potential for the future. Perhaps you will surpass me in less than ten years.”

Chapter 444 The Tree Spirit and the Water Giant: A One-Sided War

"Thank you for the compliment, I think so too." Aaron nodded a little shyly, although he felt a little strange being recognized by a lion.

“It’s just that you’re a bit too wary of new things.” Aslan paused for a moment, then continued, “Sometimes being a little bolder can lead to unexpected gains.”

“After all, it’s an unfamiliar environment. You can’t be too careful until you’re sure you’re safe, because I’m not sure if everyone stronger than me is as easy to talk to as you.” Aaron shrugged. If there was no one in this world who could threaten him, he wouldn’t be so low-key.

Aslan smiled slightly. "That makes some sense, but I still have my own opinion."

"How did you get here? How is the situation now?" Susan asked worriedly.

"The operation was barely successful, but the Tanmo people suffered more than half their casualties."

But the real battle is about to begin. When I left, both sides were regrouping, and if nothing unexpected happens, they've already started fighting amongst themselves.

"What?" Susan exclaimed in shock, then looked at Aslan. "I don't know why you haven't shown yourself, but Narnia needs your help now."

“I will go,” Aslan said slowly.

"You...you're going?" Susan was a little taken aback. She thought it would take a lot of persuasion to convince Aslan to come out of seclusion, but she didn't expect it to be so easy.

“The same thing won’t happen twice,” Lucy murmured, a look of realization crossing her face. “Aslan showed up to help the Narniars during the White Witch’s reign, but this time it can’t be the same thing, because we asked him for help.”

"Smart, now everything is a different story."

"Your friends have been asleep long enough, haven't they?" Aslan said, standing up and letting out a roar befitting the king of the forest.

Roar!

A majestic roar resounded, and the tranquil forest awoke.

The trees, which had been still, began to sway, bowing slightly in respect to Aslan.

Immediately afterwards, the ground trembled, and thick tree roots burst out of the soil, rushing rapidly toward the battlefield.

"My God!" Aaron stared at the moving trees, utterly shocked. In his memory, even the Willow Tree that could hit people wasn't this exaggerated.

"They're back," Lucy said excitedly.

“Let’s go!” Aslan said. “Let’s end this war together.”

Lucy and Susan exchanged a glance and climbed onto Aslan's back.

The last time they did this was a year ago, but for the Narnias, it has been centuries.

“Aaron, you should be able to come along!” Susan said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Just say you don't want to give me a ride, no need to beat around the bush."

"There's really no room, but you can ride that horse."

“No need.” Aaron waved his hand, then Apparated away from their sight.

Susan and Lucy both stared wide-eyed. "Is this magic too?"

"This is spatial magic, or in your human terms, teleportation."

I don't know that kind of magic, so you two hold on tight.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aslan transformed into a brownish-yellow blur and dashed away.

......

Near the bunker, the Narnias and Tanmors were already locked in battle.

The Narnias were few in number, but their morale was high due to the success of their battle plan.