Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The semaphore soldiers waved the black flags to issue a retreat order, and the attacking Tanmo people sent signals one after another, and quickly retreated outside the fortress.

"They're going to run away." Cornelius looked serious. If the Tammorians evacuated the bunker in time, their battle plan would be difficult to achieve the expected results.

"This is normal. Other people's traps to lure the enemy are to fight and retreat, try not to make the enemy suspicious.

They were fine, they retreated immediately after bringing people in, without any attempt to hide it, if the Tamo people didn't find the problem, I suspect they are idiots. "

At this time, a small group of Tanmor soldiers ran up and found Aaron and Cornelius who were talking.

"What I said before, I should leave here first." Cornelius said, "But these people should not be your opponents!"

"Of course." Aaron looked at the squad of soldiers coming towards them, and fired two shots to kill the two nearest soldiers.

Then he grabbed Cornelius by the shoulder, "This may not be too friendly to an elderly fat man."

boom!

With a muffled sound, the two were instantly sucked into the gray-white vortex.

The next moment, the figures of the two reappeared.

Cornelius staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked at the Narnia man rushing out of the tunnel not far away, and shock inevitably appeared on his face.

"What just happened?"

"This is a kind of profound magic, even among the wizards, less than one-tenth of them have mastered it.

You are lucky and may be the only human in this world who has experienced teleportation. "

Cornelius nodded blankly, but his attention was quickly attracted by the movement ahead, "Now is not the time to talk about this, hurry up and inform Peter that the Tamor army is withdrawing from the bunker."

"Stay here and don't move, or I can't guarantee your safety."

"I see."

Aaron apparated again and teleported to Peter.

Peter was with Caspian, and Edmund commanded the Narnians to retreat. When he saw Aaron, he almost fell off his horse in shock.

"How did you get here?"

"Of course it's teleportation." Yaren said naturally, "But don't think about it, this is only a wizard's ability."

Peter:  …

Can't I see it?But really envious!

"I'll tell you some not-so-good news. The Tammorians are evacuating the bunker in an orderly manner."

"what?"

"Don't get too excited, they did find out that the bunker was a trap, but it was a bit late.

Many soldiers have already entered the depths, and the order to retreat has not been received in time. Even if they receive it, it will take some time to withdraw, so if they do it now, they can barely achieve the expected effect. "

"But we're not all out yet," said Caspian bitterly. "At least half a minute."

Aaron glanced into the passage. The Narnians lined up tens of meters long, and there were many pursuers not far behind them.

"I'll help you one more time." Aaron sighed helplessly, and squatted on the ground to aim.

"No." Edmond hurriedly stopped him, "Our people haven't come out yet!"

"Don't worry, I have a measure." Aaron said, and then pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and the last bullet passed through the dense crowd in an instant, hitting an open space between them and the pursuers.

Sparks flickered in the dark passage, then turned into flames, and then turned into crimson flames.

Since the dry firewood and combustibles on the ground were splashed with a layer of kerosene, the moment the open flame appeared, it showed the potential of starting a prairie fire and spread rapidly in all directions.

Seeing the flames rolling towards them like a tide, the Tanmo soldiers stopped their pursuit immediately.

"run!"

A soldier roared and pulled them back from their stupor.

In the next moment, all the soldiers' faces were full of panic, and they quickly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

The huge desire to survive caused them to explode at a speed far exceeding the usual speed, which was almost only a line slower than the speed of the flames.

But at many corners in the bunker, there were oil barrels prepared by the Narnians. When they encountered the flames, they were out of control. The scale of the flames directly changed from a tide to a tsunami that engulfed everything.

boom!boom!boom!

The raging flames burned and spread to other directions at an extremely fast speed.

The bunker turned into a huge furnace, and there were heart-piercing screams from inside, which could be heard even if it was far away.

"What about our people?" Peter asked worriedly.

"There is no oil drum near the exit. As long as you run fast enough, the flames won't be able to catch up."

Hearing this, the three of Peter looked at each other in blank dismay.

It is true to say so, but the screams of the Tanmo soldiers sounded frightening.

Fortunately, the Narnians were much faster than the Tanmor soldiers, and within half a minute all the rest of them withdrew. Apart from looking a little embarrassed, there was no damage.

On the other side, Pusupi's face was immediately covered with frost.

He understood what the trap in the bunker was, but even he couldn't help swallowing when he saw the thick black smoke rising.

Isn't it said that the Narnia people are peace-loving?But what does he see now?The horrific massacre, even if the demon saw it, he would give an award.

He gave no further orders to retreat because it was unnecessary.

The soldiers who could escape ran faster than anyone else, and the fate of those who did not escape was self-evident.

"Your Excellency?" the general asked cautiously.

"I'm fine. I should listen to you and let our soldiers withdraw in time." Pusupi said coldly, "How big is our loss."

The general hesitated to speak, trying to avoid the topic.

"Your Excellency, I suggest..."

"I'll let you talk about our loss."

"Yes." The general hesitated for a moment, and said, "The cavalry suffered heavy losses, not to mention the entire army was wiped out, and less than half a hundred of them can fight now.

As for the infantry... at least one-third of the infantry died, and those who survived the bunker also suffered burns to varying degrees, so they might not be able to participate in the battle in a short time. "

"That is to say, from the beginning to now, the Narnians have suffered less than one-tenth of the damage, and we have already lost half of our troops?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." The general nodded, "Our advantage in this war is no longer so obvious, at least rest for a period of time to restore the combat effectiveness of the troops.

So, I suggest retreating. "

"Retreat?" Pusupi sneered, "It's absolutely impossible."

The general's expression changed slightly, "Your Excellency, more than half of us have been damaged.

Now the morale is low, if you continue to fight, the damage will be far more than estimated, both sides will suffer, and the victory will be a miserable victory. "

"War always kills, Your Excellency General." Psuppi roared, "Now all the Narnians are gathered on the opposite side. Once this opportunity to wipe out in one battle is lost, it will be found again. Not coming back.

My heart aches when more than half the army is lost, but even with half our troops we still outnumber the Narnians.

If we withdraw now, it will be a disastrous defeat, and those soldiers who died will really die in vain. "

"But..."

"No but, carry out the order, General."

Sopi pursed his lips, and reluctantly ordered the rest of the army to gather.

Seeing this, Peter and the others in the distance were a little inconceivable, "How could this be?"

"Are they mad?" asked Edmund. "What good is it to them to keep fighting at this point?"

"It's not good for those soldiers, but...it might not be good for the elders of the council." Aaron said meaningfully.

Caspian froze for a moment, looked at Pusuppi from a distance, and suddenly realized.

"I see, Pusupi wants to take the Tammorian throne.

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

Miraz is my uncle. He won the throne, and the elders of the council have to point fingers.

And Psuppi is just one of the members of the parliament, he is just an outsider and it is difficult to convince the public.

If you don't kill me, his throne will not be secure at all. "

"Not only you, but also your little nephew." Aaron reminded, "In a sense, Miraz's son is also the prince of the Tamor people."

"In other words, after killing Caspian, he even killed Miraz's child..." Edmund opened his eyes wide in surprise, "This is too poisonous!"

"That's normal, the fight for the throne has been bloody.

Miraz could make Caspian's father die in his sleep, and Psuppy could make Miraz's son die in his sleep. Aaron said half-jokingly, "I just don't know if he will have the patience of Miraz to wait until his son is born before doing anything." "

"He doesn't need it," said Caspian with a complicated expression. "Psuppy has a son."

"Very good, after killing you and your nephew, he will have nothing to worry about." Edmund said speechlessly.

"It's not just Caspian he's going to kill, but you too.

After all, you saw him kill Miraz with your own eyes, so it is a hidden danger to keep you alive. "

"A lot of people died for this throne!" Peter said, "This may be the most correct sentence Miraz said."

"I don't have time to express my feelings to you, hurry up and integrate the army!

It was a tough fight ahead, and the Narnians had a chance, but not too high. "

Peter nodded, and the leader standing beside him raised his sword, "Ready to fight."

The Narnians immediately became serious, each took up their weapons and quickly adjusted their status.

"It's almost time for me to go." Aaron said, and then put away the sniper rifle in his hand.

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

"I don't want to stay on the frontal battlefield." Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "I've helped everything that needs to be done, so don't look for me if you work hard!"

"But the woods aren't safe right now, there must be Tamar cavalry patrolling," Caspian said.

"I don't pay attention to those stragglers.

If they seek death, I will not show mercy. "

Hearing this, the three of them were suddenly speechless.

"I'm going to help Lucy and the others find Aslan. If possible, I also want to end this war as soon as possible."

"But they're both gone for a day," said Edmund.

"I will teleport."

"I mean you're afraid you won't find them."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, and took out Captain Jack's compass, "This magic item can point to what the holder thinks in his heart."

The three of them looked at each other, "If you hadn't taken out this thing earlier, maybe we would have found Aslan long ago."

"I tried, but I couldn't find Aslan." Aaron said with some regret, "This land seems to protect him, so that he can isolate him from the compass's exploration, but it is still no problem to find other people."

"Well, be careful yourself, leave this place to us." Peter said, "We will definitely last until you come back."

"goodbye!"

Aaron apparated again and teleported to Cornelius.

Without further ado, he grabbed the old professor to Apparate.

call!

When he appeared again, Cornelius patted his heart with lingering fear.

"If there is a next time, please let me know in advance. This is too exciting, and I am not prepared at all."

"Do you still want to have a next time?" Aaron gave him a disdainful glance, "I, a great magister, condescended to protect you, a bad old man. It's enough to fill your heart. You're still not satisfied. Who do you think you are?"

"Sorry." Cornelius pursed his lips guiltyly, looked at the surrounding walls and gravel, and stopped in front of the four statues, "This, here?"

"The ruins of Cair Paravel have been abandoned for hundreds of thousands of years outside, but no one has discovered this secret room.

There is no safer place in Narnia than here, so stay where you are and don't come out until tomorrow. "

"Got it, got it." Cornelius said impatiently. He is very obsessed with the history of Narnia, and this is an undiscovered relic, which is self-evident to him.

After setting up the large oil bottle, Aaron followed the pointer on the compass and performed apparition at a distance of 500 meters at a time.

After several times in a row, the pointer points in the opposite direction.

"I found it." A gleam of joy appeared on Aaron's face, he stopped apparating, and ran wildly in the direction pointed by the pointer.

On the way, he saw the corpses of several Tanmor soldiers with red arrows stuck in the corpses, probably by Susan's hands.

Another unlucky guy had three blood holes on his body. It looked like it was caused by a gun, and it was probably Lucy who did it.

After walking another hundred meters along the pointer, Aaron finally saw the two of them, and in front of them was a huge male lion more than two meters high.

"Aslan?"

Roar!

The Lion let out a growl, and then said in a gentle voice, "You are welcome to Narnia, young wizard."

"Uh...not everyone welcomes me."

"Aaron." Susan kept winking at him, "To the supreme king, you have to bow down."

"I don't want it." Aaron refused bluntly.

Kneeling and worshiping, he has never kneeled before anyone except his ancestors and parents when he grows up.

This lion is indeed stronger than him, but it is not worthy of his groveling.

"It's okay." Aslan said with a smile, "Your talent is so good, you have infinite possibilities in the future, and you may be able to surpass me in less than ten years."