Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Caspian stared blankly at the murals on the wall, and he wondered if he had done something wrong.

The kings of ancient Narnia were not as great as the legends said, they could not help themselves regain the throne, nor could they save Narnia.

"Are you confused?" Aaron teased.

"No."

"Pull it down! It's written all over your face and you still say no."

Caspian's expression froze, "Don't teach me like an elder, I'm older than you."

"Compared to me, age is the only thing you can compete with." Aaron grinned, and then looked at the wall. Two men and two women stood in front of the throne, and Narnia was thriving under their rule.

"You blew the horn, got yourself four helpers, and asked them to tide you over.

When people are not confident, they will always pin their hopes on others. I understand this very well, but it is also common for others to be unreliable. At this time, you have to..."

In the middle of speaking, Aaron's voice stopped abruptly, and he lay straight on the ground.

"What are you doing?" asked Caspian, looking at Nikabri in bewilderment.

"He's fine, I just let him sleep." Nikabri patted the scabbard on his hand, "That's how he knocked me out that night."

"Why do this?"

"For you, Your Royal Highness." Nikabri smiled meaningfully, "Your king and queen have failed us, your army has been severely damaged, and the rest are also doomed."

"What do you mean? Congratulations?"

Nikabri looked straight into his eyes, and there was a hint of temptation in his voice, "You want to kill your uncle for revenge, so do we.

If you want to take back the throne, we can help you too. "

"Who do you mean?" Caspian frowned slightly. The 'we' that Nikabri said had nothing to do with the Narnians.

"You'll know." Nikabri then walked into the depths of the bunker. Caspian hesitated for a moment, then followed.

After the two left, Aaron who was lying on the ground quietly opened his eyes.

"Hiss!" Aaron touched the back of his head, "It still hurts, that bastard is definitely trying to kill me."

He noticed it when Nikabri came, but he pretended not to know, and took a sap just to know his purpose.

That is to say, the medicinal solution prepared by the ancestors and the modification of the dragon slayer crystal made his physique far surpass that of ordinary people. Unless Nikabri used an iron rod instead of a scabbard, he would not be knocked unconscious.

"No, we still have to find a way to increase the physical strength." Aaron thought to himself.

As a mage, even as a human being, his physical fitness is abnormal, but it is not enough.

Even the dwarf's scabbard could make him feel a little pain, but if it was replaced with a more powerful weapon, he would be bloody!

Nikabri led Caspian to the deepest hall, and neither of them noticed Aaron following them.

"You have tried ancient magic, but failed.

But there is a more powerful mana, even Aslan has been suppressed by her for hundreds of years. said Nikabri.

After the words fell, a strange low growl sounded from the shadows in the hall, just the sound of it made one's scalp tingle.

Caspian drew his sword instantly. "Who's there?"

Two figures in black robes slowly walked out of the darkness, one tall and one thin.

They walked slowly towards Caspian, their faces illuminated by the firelight, the tall one was a fierce wolf, and the thin one was a shadowy vulture.

"I am hunger, I am longing, I will not starve to death without eating for hundreds of years, I will not freeze to death lying on the ice for hundreds of days, I can drink the blood of a river, and I will not quench my thirst. "The wolf growled and took off his hood, showing a ferocious face, "Tell me, tell me, who is your enemy."

Caspian started, and pointed his sword at him.

"What you hate, we also hate, no one hates more than us." The Vulture Witch said with a drawn out tone.

Caspian thought for a moment, "Can you really kill Miraz?"

"It's a trivial matter." The Vulture Witch bent over and said.

At this, Caspian was silent for a moment, and put away his sword.

That magic horn can't help him, so change to a higher magic.

"Let's draw a circle," said the Vulture Witch, tracing a circle around Caspian with her black claws across the ground.

While drawing circles, she chanted ancient spells.

After finishing drawing the circle, she took out a silver-white staff that looked like a short spear, and stabbed it fiercely at the ground.

Click!Click!

A white chill came out of the staff, and the solid ice soon covered the ground and spread forward.

The ice connected the two stone pillars together, forming a tall and thick ice wall. A white figure emerged from the ice wall, and it became more and more clear.

Nikaburi, the evil wolf, and the witch saw this scene, and the corners of their mouths curled up.

Soon, a white-haired witch in a white dress appeared in the ice wall, her eyes were cold and indifferent to all living beings.

Gollum!

Aaron, who was observing all this at the door, couldn't help swallowing.

This witch gave him a great sense of oppression, almost comparable to Voldemort.

He hadn't met the person, but Narnia was full of legends about her, the White Witch who ruled Narnia for hundreds of years.

"My dear, can the villain live like this?" Aaron secretly complained, maybe the White Witch did die hundreds of years ago, but she didn't die completely.

Her servants can resurrect her in a special way, and Narnia will be covered in ice and snow again.

"Wait." Caspian seemed to think of who this woman was, his face changed drastically, and he retreated subconsciously, "This is not what I want."

The wolf seized him immediately, and aimed his left hand at the White Witch.

"A drop of Adam's blood will set me free," the White Witch tempted. "I will obey you, my king."

"Do not."

Caspian struggled violently, but was pinned down by the wolf.

The vulture witch slashed his palm with a dagger, and red blood flowed from it.

The White Witch smiled and stretched out her right hand eagerly.

His white fingers passed through the ice wall and were exposed to the air, but Caspian seemed to feel something, his eyes were blurred, and his movements of resistance eased a lot.

"Can't wait any longer."

Aaron thought anxiously, he couldn't beat a wizard who was suspected of being a holy magician.

boom!

A golden bullet hit the White Witch's hand.

The sound of shattering ice crystals sounded, followed by screams of pain.

The white witch's right hand did not bleed blood, but some cracks appeared, but these cracks recovered quickly.

"Magic." The White Witch said subconsciously.

The wolf, the vulture and Nikabri also noticed Aaron who broke in.

"You, what about you?" Nikabri said nervously, "Didn't I knock you out?"

"It's up to you?" Aaron said disdainfully, "You underestimate me! If I didn't volunteer, you wouldn't be able to get close to me at all."

The wolf and the witch immediately roared and killed them. No one is allowed to interrupt the ceremony at this stage.

"Ridiculous."

Aaron sneered and fired twice.

The witch was shot in the head, and black blood splattered everywhere, but the wolf avoided the fatal blow by relying on the instinct of a beast.

"Leave it to me." The wolf growled at Nikabri, "Release the queen quickly."

Nikabri grabbed at Caspian at once and tried to give him a last-ditch push.

"Don't think about it."

Aaron took aim, but the wolf swooped in to stop him just before he pulled the trigger.

Ow!

The wolf let out a deep wolf howl, and fought with Aaron at close range, never giving him a chance to shoot.

His arm swiped down quickly, and his black and cold minions pierced Aaron's chest.

Aaron raised his brows slightly, dodged the claw sideways, then stretched out his left hand like lightning, and punched the wolf on the chin.

boom!

The wolf flew upside down, and a few sharp teeth fell to the ground.

"I could have died happily, why did I have to suffer a little bit of flesh and blood!"

Aaron shook his head slowly, and then shot the wolf between the eyebrows.

Now that Nikabri had just run into the circle, half of the White Witch's right arm was sticking out of the ice wall, only a few steps away from the blood on Caspian's left hand.

"Don't move." Aaron shouted loudly, pointing the gun at Nikabri, "If you don't want to die, don't move."

"How many bullets do you have left?" Nikabri asked with a sneer.

Aaron froze for a moment, there were still four bullets left in the revolver last night.

The right hand that injured the White Witch just now used one shot, and the vulture witch used a headshot. The wolf dodged one shot, and the last one killed the wolf.

Four rounds have just run out and the gun is now a fine work of art.

"Gan!"

"If you figure it out, don't stop me. We need the queen's power." Nikabri said confidently, and continued to pull the bewildered Caspian closer to the White Witch.

"stop."

At this time Peter, Edmund, Susan, Lucy and Chumbkin hurried in.

"Don't come here." Nikabri immediately put the sword on Caspian's neck, "Come here and I'll kill him."

"Do you know what you are doing?" Chumbkin looked at the ice wall, feeling extremely heartbroken. He never expected that this old man would do such a thing, "Nikaburi, once the White Witch is revived... .”

"That's much better than the Tammorians, too," interrupted Nikabri, "at least we wouldn't be stuck lingering in the forest when Narnia was covered in snow and ice hundreds of years ago.

What's more, the forest is almost gone now, if we don't rescue the queen, we will only die. "

"Nikaburi, put down your sword first." Susan comforted, "This won't solve any problems, on the contrary, it will make the situation more serious."

"No! It's all your fault, you have betrayed our trust." Nikabri shouted loudly, "Continue to follow you all the way to the dark, Narnia will definitely fall into ruin, and the queen has the ability to change everything. "

The corner of the White Witch's mouth lightly raised, "You can't fight alone, you need my help."

"Do you think we will believe you?" Edmond sneered and clenched his long sword tightly, "I still remember how you tricked me back then. After you lured me to the castle, you locked me in a cold cell, Threatened with death.

All in all, I don't believe a word you say. "

"It's different this time." The White Witch laughed, "Adam's blood can bring me freedom, but it is also a complicated contract.

I can't harm the human who released me, and I have to serve him.

Once violated, I will be sealed again. "

"Serve?" Aaron said meaningfully, and then pointed to Caspian with blank eyes, "Like him? To be your puppet?

It can't hurt, but it can control thoughts. Does the White Witch want to experience the joy of listening to politics behind the curtain? "

The White Witch's expression froze, but she quickly restrained herself, "Of course not, this is just a side effect of the ceremony."

"But you can do this." Aaron spread his hands, "You can't fool me, no one can find loopholes in the contract better than Gaius.

Even if you surrender wholeheartedly to the one who set you free, how long can human beings live?

When he dies, Narnia is still in your hands. "

After being pointed out by Aaron, the White Witch simply stopped pretending, "I really think so, but how to do it depends on who releases me.

Prince Caspian is an excellent leader. Even though I can influence him subtly, some essences are difficult to change.

Before he was alive, I could only lead Narnia to prosperity and power according to his ideas, and at most I could only prolong the winter time. "

"What about after he dies?" Peter asked seriously.

"Winter will naturally overwhelm summer." The White Witch said very relaxedly, "But as Nikabri said, my rule is at least infinitely stronger than that of the Tammorians.

I don't need to remind you how to choose between the current catastrophe, decades of affluent life, and later looser rule! "

Peter and Susan hesitated for a while, but they couldn't deny that the White Witch's words were very reasonable.

Lucy and Edmund looked ugly. One of them was a die-hard supporter of Aslan, and the other was quite miserable after being tricked by the White Witch. They both knew that cooperating with her was seeking skin from a tiger.

"We must not trust her," said Lucy. "Aslan is the patron saint of Narnia."

"Of course I know I can't trust her." Peter said with a helpless wry smile, "But Aslan hasn't shown up until now, lingering is better than exterminating the race.

Only by resolving the immediate crisis first can we be qualified to talk about the future. "

"Peter." Susan struggled for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Let's listen to them this time. Compared to the White Witch, the Tammorians are a little trouble."

"Pretentious!" Aaron curled his lips and walked towards Nikaburi.

"Don't come here, I'll kill him if I come here." Nikabri yelled.

"Let Caspian go, you can't make the same mistake over and over again."

"Shut up, Trumpkin.

Your king and queen can't save Narnia, so don't stop me from saving myself! "

The quarrel between the two dwarves didn't stop Aaron from walking, every step was like a heavy hammer hitting Nikabri's heart.

"You, aren't you afraid that I'll kill him?"

"Let's do it!" Aaron said casually, "For the sake of getting acquainted, I suggest you seal your throat with a sword, so that Caspian's death will be easier.

But pay attention to the strength of the sword, don't chop off his head, anyway, he is a prince, leaving a whole body is the last bit of decency. "

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