A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

At this time, Abe rushed in quickly and stopped in front of Aaron. "Master, master, I took the butler to four streets and seven shops. I really can't bear it anymore."

"Thank you for your hard work." Aaron hugged it up with some distress, and then gave everyone a sincere smile, "A well-dressed middle-aged man will come in later. As long as he walks straight towards me, That’s the goal.”

"Severus," Pier reminded, "We are only responsible for helping you stop him."

"Of course, just holding him for ten minutes is enough. Don't tell me that so many of you can't stop even one person." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "I believe you will not let me down."

Crunch!

The door opened, and Jeans frowned subconsciously as he watched the dozens of wizards in the hall looking at him like prey.

But he didn't care. This was Knockturn Alley after all, a mixed bag of good and bad.

After glancing around, he set his sights on his young master, completely unaware that the wizards around him had quietly drawn out their wands.

Genes smiled and walked quickly towards Aaron.

But after taking a few steps, Pier stood in front of him, "Sorry sir, Severus asked us to stop you."

"Snape?" Jeans was a little confused. After all, the young master's running away from home was a family matter of the Gaius family. Even if Snape was the young master's teacher, he had no right to take care of it.

"For the sake of my good mood, get out of the way."

"What a pity! Mr. Jeans." Aaron stood up with an innocent smile on his face. "Mr. Pierre's reputation is quite good. He agreed to help me stop you, and we signed a contract."

Genes subconsciously thought of the magic contract, and couldn't help but have a few black lines on his face, "Is it the kind of contract I understand?"

Aaron did not explain directly, but smiled meaningfully: "The content of the contract is very simple. I will use the magic sealing ring in exchange for Mr. Pierre holding you for ten minutes."

Jeans breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of contract is relatively easy to break.

It doesn't take as long as ten minutes, it can be solved in one minute.

"Is it him?" Genes looked at Pierre with a trace of contempt on his lips, "Master, you don't think he can stop me, do you?"

"Master?"

Pierre frowned, an ominous premonition welling up.

"That's my nickname." Aaron immediately explained, "People on the road give me face."

"Hmph! You are indeed a figure, but I don't think I have heard of you."

"This is normal. There are a lot of people you haven't heard of." Aaron said confidently, "I don't think I need to explain so much to you!

Mr. Peel, don't forget our contract and do what you are supposed to do. "

"Mr. Jeans, see you in a month." Aaron waved his hand and backed away slowly.

"It won't take that long, Master." Genes shook his head helplessly, "I will catch you in two minutes at most."

Hearing this, Pierre's face looked a little unhappy.

After all, this is his one-third of an acre of land, and as a high-level mage, he is also a bit arrogant. It is inevitable that he will feel a little uncomfortable being looked down upon by a junior like this.

"I didn't want to do anything to you." Pierre took out his wand and pointed it at Jeans. "But you made me unhappy, very unhappy, so don't think about getting out of here."

"I don't know." Jeans didn't even take out his wand, but simply glanced at him. The transparent wave knocked Pierre back a few steps, and the monocle he was wearing also fell to the ground.

"Waltfalk! Casting without a wand?"

"It's quite knowledgeable." Jeans said disdainfully, "If you know how to do it, just get out of the way and hand over the ring. I'll give you a minute."

"You really think I'm afraid of you?" Pierre said angrily. Wandless spellcasting is just a spellcasting technique and cannot improve your strength.

In other words, Genes has no arrogance in front of his senior.

"Alas!" Jeans looked at his watch, "You still have thirty seconds."

Pierre sneered, raised the wand in his hand, and with a slight wave, a chair smashed over.

Genes raised his right hand, and the chair in mid-air turned into a leaf and fell, but what surprised him was that there was a blood-red light behind the chair.

boom!

A transparent barrier lit up in front of Jeans, blocking out the blood, but he himself also took half a step back.

"Do you regret it?" Pierre increased the output of his magic power, and the transparent barrier gradually faded. "It's too late to regret it."

"idiot."

Genes said calmly, then drew out his wand and struck decisively at the moment when the barrier turned into countless broken lights.

Click!

The white magic spell and the bloody light collided in mid-air, but they had an absolute advantage.

When Pierre saw this, his face turned from red to white. He felt as if he had been deceived.

How is this person similar to him? He tried his best but was at an absolute disadvantage, which showed that the opponent was at least the peak magister.

"Why don't you do it?" Pierre looked angrily at the dark wizards watching the show, "Don't forget, you also received money."

A dark wizard raised his wand, and a ball of white light flew towards Jeans.

He immediately dodged and escaped the curse, but it also gave Pierre a chance to breathe.

"What are you doing standing still? Come on together!"

All the dark wizards no longer hesitated and waved their wands.

After a while, Jeans was submerged in colorful light.

The dark wizards seemed to be having fun, decisively abandoning their original plan of retreating after casting two spells, and outputting magic power without any scruples.

They don't know any rules at all, and they don't care about the consequences. They don't care whether this person dies or not.

The scene was quite grand. The tables, chairs and benches in the auction house were reduced to crumbs, half of the floor was lifted, and even the ceiling began to sprinkle dust.

Boom!

The huge noise affected several nearby shops, and many people came over curiously to watch.

Aaron, who had just walked out dozens of meters away, looked back at the slightly trembling auction house, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He didn't have the slightest fondness for these greedy guys. They all dared to attack a harmless child like him, which showed that they were not good people. But at this moment, he still mourned for them in his heart for a second.

Originally, according to his plan, Pierre was the main force, and the remaining dark wizards would serve as auxiliaries.

But once he takes action, he will be a participant. Genes will be forced to fight back even if he does not know the reason, but with his temper, he probably will not make any deadly moves. Ten days and a half month will be enough.

But if these dark wizards go too far and feel that Jeans is easy to bully, then they are seeking their own death. The anger of a great mage is not something they can afford.

Nearly a minute later, a group of dark wizards gradually stopped their movements and looked curiously at the blurry billowing smoke in the center.

Pierre wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. In his opinion, the deal ended here. Even the peak magister would be dead under such intensive attacks.

He didn't care that his place was in a mess, he would just use the repair spell to repair it afterwards.

Besides, as long as he sells that ring, he can completely decorate this place to be more luxurious, and it is not impossible to even retire early and enjoy life.

"Pierre, leave the collection of corpses to me!" said a somewhat hunched middle-aged wizard.

"What are you thinking about? You won't let go of the dead man's money." The one-eyed wizard mocked.

"Not only the dead man's money, but also his wand and the remaining pieces of the body can be sold for some money."

...

Click! Click!

The sound of the broken mirror was particularly clear in the noisy auction room.

The group of dark wizards who were originally discussing how to make money from dead people all looked at the center of the smoke, where a figure stood motionless.

"He...is still alive?" the hunchbacked middle-aged wizard asked in disbelief.

"No way, he must be dead.

No one, not even the mysterious man, could survive such a dense spell. "Some people suppressed the panic in their hearts, as if they were convincing others, and they seemed to be convincing themselves.

"That's right." Genes said lightly, then waved his arm.

The dust in the field condensed into a vortex in mid-air. After a while, everyone's vision gradually became clearer, but the unscathed man in the center, with no wrinkles in his clothes, made them so nervous that they didn't even dare to breathe.

"It is true that Voldemort cannot block such an intensive attack, but it also depends on the level of the attacker.

As far as your level of strength is concerned, there are only a few magicians, and the magicians are also mixed, and there are even two mediocre magicians.

A ragtag group of people who couldn't even defeat Voldemort's Death Eaters dared to attack me. "

Hearing the word 'Voldemort', all the dark wizards, including Piers, shuddered, especially the second half of the sentence that made them truly feel Jeans' contempt for them.

If he were not absolutely confident in his own strength, he would never have this attitude.

Some people realized that they had kicked the titanium alloy steel plate this time and wanted to escape, but as soon as they turned around, their legs felt like they were stuck in a quagmire and it was difficult to extricate themselves.

"Don't leave in a hurry!

In fact, I haven't had a fight with anyone for almost ten years, but since you are looking for trouble, I can't pretend to just let it go. "Jeans raised the wand in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, but in the eyes of everyone, it was extremely cold, even scarier than the word 'Voldemort'.

"Sir, this is actually a misunderstanding." Someone said sarcastically, "It was the damn young master who asked us to do this. If you want to find it, just go find him!"

"How dare you be disrespectful to my young master?" Jeans glared at him fiercely. With a flick of his wand, the dark wizard flew straight to the ceiling and began a free fall.

boom!

Blood spattered, and the dark wizard trembled in pain, looking at Jeans with tears in his eyes, "It was indeed him who asked us to do this."

"Impossible. I still know him. The most he can do is ask you to help delay the attack. He won't let you keep attacking."

"I, I..." The dark wizard faltered, unable to say anything.

"Hmph!" Jeans snorted coldly, his eyes lingering on Pierre for a moment, and then he looked at the dark wizards, "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. I think you should understand this!"

Everyone looked at each other, they all understood the truth, but it was absolutely impossible to sit still and wait for death.

But before they could react, Jeans' wand was pointed at the ground.

In an instant, the ground was covered with cracks, and the cracks quickly extended in all directions, and the small auction house also shook violently.

The walls and ceilings collapsed one after another, and under the deliberate guidance of Jeans, the rubble smashed the heads of a group of dark wizards to death, and a few unlucky ones were even buried alive.