A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The three walked toward the archway, but disappeared before they reached it.

A commotion erupted below. The Narnias were alright, as they had unconditional trust in Aslan, but the Tanmors felt a slight panic about this unknown magic.

"How do we know if he's leading us to our deaths?" someone asked.

“Your Majesty,” Reppechip stepped forward, “if my example can serve as your testimony, I am willing to immediately take eleven rats with me.”

"You guys shouldn't get involved," Aaron rolled his eyes. "Animals don't talk in that world. If you go there, you'll cause a huge commotion."

"Can..."

“Let’s go too,” Peter said.

"Are we leaving now?" Edmund asked, puzzled. The last time they came, they had been kings for quite a long time before returning.

“Come on, our time is up.” Peter walked up to Caspian and handed him the sword. “We are no longer needed here.”

Caspian hesitated for a moment, then took the king's sword. "I'll keep it safe until you return."

“This might be a bit difficult, and we won’t be coming back,” Susan said.

"Not coming back?" Lucy asked, somewhat bewildered. "What does that mean?"

“You two might come back,” Peter explained. “That’s Aslan’s idea.”

"Why?" Lucy asked Aslan. "Did they do something wrong?"

"Quite the opposite, darling."

Everything has its time. Your older siblings have learned enough from this; now it's time for them to be independent.

"It's okay, Lulu."

One day you'll understand, come on!

Peter took Lucy's hand and led Susan and Edmund to say goodbye to the centaur leader and Trump King and others.

Before leaving, Susan gave Caspian a passionate kiss before standing next to Peter.

"Tsk!" Aaron clicked his tongue and teased, "I could tell you two liked each other a long time ago, but this relationship is destined to end without a trace."

“Maybe I’ll understand when I’m a little older,” Lucy said.

"Good luck."

“By the way, Aaron, where do you live?” Edmund asked. “We might visit you sometime.”

"Well... let's forget about it!" Aaron scratched his head. "Wizards generally don't interact much with Muggles, cough cough, that is, ordinary people."

"That's too formal!"

“He comes from a different world than you,” Aslan suddenly said, “a much more colorful world.”

"what?"

The four of them gaped in surprise, their minds flashing back to various interactions with Aaron over the past few days, and suddenly it all seemed so natural.

"So... our world doesn't have magic, right?" Lucy asked with some regret.

Aaron shrugged. "That's how it will be, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

Chapter 446 Harry Potter on Trial? A Trip to the Ministry of Magic

"Can you tell us what your world is like?" Peter asked curiously, and the others also showed interest.

"Well...it's actually quite similar to your world, except there's an additional magical realm."

"That's too perfunctory!" Edmund said unhappily. "What we really want to know is about the magical world."

"I can't tell you that, Muggles, that is, ordinary people, will have their memories erased if they know about the magical world."

“You can stay here,” Aslan said sincerely. “This land tells me that you can bring lasting peace to Narnia.”

"Heh!" Aaron sneered dismissively. "I have no interest. I came here purely by accident. Helping them save Narnia once is enough. The rest is none of my business."

Besides, my parents, uncle, and my pets are all waiting for me to come back; I can't let them worry too much.

A hint of regret flashed in Aslan's eyes. "Do you need me to take you?"

"No need, I've already found a way back."

"But before that, I have something else to do." Aaron said, taking a golden feather from his changing space and handing it to Lucy. "This is a parting gift for you."

"What is this?" Lucy stroked the feathers, a glint of wonder in her eyes. "I've never seen such beautiful feathers before."

“These are feathers from a unicorn cub. I only got them because I have a good relationship with the people who guard them.” Aaron patted Lucy’s head. “I believe they will bring you good luck.”

"Thank you, I will cherish it."

"Are there any gifts for us?" Edmund asked ingratiatingly.

“No,” Aaron said irritably. “The reason I gave Lucy the gift is because she was the only one who trusted me when we were dealing with the White Witch, while the rest of you hesitated, and some even tried to shoot me with arrows.”

The three looked at each other, speechless for a moment, and could only watch enviously as Lucy flaunted the golden feather in her hand.

“Alright, I think we should go back now,” Peter said, and he was the first to step through the archway, with his younger siblings following closely behind.

After watching the four leave, Aaron shrugged at Caspian, "Don't let your teacher down, save the Tanmors of Narnia."

“I know what to do,” Caspian laughed.

"That's good."

He rolled up his sleeves, then bit his finger and dripped blood onto the World Tree mark on his left arm.

The phantom of the giant tree suddenly appeared, followed by a colorful teleportation portal.

“Welcome home.” Aaron glanced at the words on the door frame, then looked at a piece of parchment pasted on it.

This contract is intended for Gaius's descendants. Once signed, the chances of outstanding descendants coming to Narnia for training will increase.

After a moment of silence, Aaron chose to ignore the contract.

Narnia is too small, and its forces are almost entirely low-level, so it's not effective for training.

He may slack off in this world, but he still has to be responsible for his future children. What he leaves them should be neither a hellish nor an easy mode.

"I have to go now. Take care."

"Wait a moment, young mage."

Aaron stopped and turned to look at the Lion King, asking with a puzzled expression, "Is there anything else?"

“Child, I can sense that you have been deliberately avoiding some things, but please remember that running away will never solve the problem.”

Aaron blinked, then walked into the portal without looking back.

After he leaves this world, its future will have absolutely nothing to do with him.

......

The Gaius family's secret chamber.

The World Tree's branches, which connected to the starry sky, trembled slightly, and a blue portal appeared.

Aaron calmly walked out, and as expected, Abe and Genes were waiting for him there.

"Welcome home, young master."

How was your trip?

"Thanks to you, you've returned safely once again." Aaron picked up Abe and weighed him carefully. "Your weight hasn't changed. Looks like I haven't been gone long!"

"Less than three days."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "I stayed in that world for about ten days. If that's the case, the time flow rate is one to four!"

But it doesn't matter anymore. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I won't have any further contact with that world.

"Where are Mr. Vico and his wife?"

“Uh… Young Master knows,” Genes stammered. “The clan leader and his wife are usually quite busy.”

Aaron's lips twitched. He could understand not seeing his parents when he returned from a long trip, but this time he had only been gone for less than three days and his parents had already disappeared.

call!

Aaron took several deep breaths, suppressing the urge to curse, and left the secret room with Abe in his arms.

Arriving at the forging room, Aaron looked at the sword blank lying quietly in the furnace and summoned Alger.

"You're back. You must have come here with something!"

"As expected, nothing can escape the eyes of our ancestors." Aaron gave a thumbs up, then took out the White Witch's magical artifact. "This time the harvest wasn't as great as last time; we only got this weapon."

If possible, please have the ancestors melt it down; it would be a contribution to my divine artifact.

Arg picked up the silver-white short spear staff and examined it carefully for a while before speaking: "The material is nothing special, but the person who uses it is quite capable."

Melting this stuff and adding it in would probably affect the quality of the artifact.

"Useless?" Aaron frowned slightly. "Then it can only be kept as a collectible."

“Not really.” Arg walked up to the furnace, his crimson magic rapidly rising and gathering in his right hand, where he lightly tapped two fingers on his silver staff.

Ding!

The silver staff, its surface covered in cracks, turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving only a bright silver light that slowly sank into the furnace.

"Gulu!"

Aaron swallowed hard. "Ancestor, just how powerful were you in your lifetime?"

“I’m just a blacksmith,” Arger chuckled, then pointed to Genes standing to the side, “but… beating him up shouldn’t be a problem.”

Aaron: ......

That's incredibly humble!

"It will take several days for the sword embryo to fully absorb the ice element within the staff. If you have nothing else to do, please don't bother me."

Of course, this doesn't apply if there are special materials or metallic minerals.

"understood."

Aaron left the secret room with mixed feelings and sat lazily on the sofa in the living room.