A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 223 The shock brought by phantom migration

Dika and Modo looked at each other, and the sleeping spell and petrification spell were released at the same time without any pause.

The brilliant white light was like raindrops, blocking all Aaron's dodge space.

They tried their best to control the power. These two spells would not be very offensive, but the effect was not reduced at all, and they could be used on Aaron.

"You are so rude!"

Aaron looked at the dense rain of light flying towards him, twisted his neck, and decisively added an iron armor spell to his body.

boom! boom! boom!

The transparent barrier blocked several spells, but Aaron was also beaten and kept retreating. Unless he took back his missing body, with his strength as a mid-level magician, he would not be able to fight back against two experienced high-level magicians. ability.

"That's enough." Aaron yelled, "It's endless!"

Modo and Dika stopped casting spells at the same time, "Master, please come back with us."

"It's not that you can't go back, it's that you didn't use your full strength at all. Are you looking down on me?"

"Absolutely not that." Dika said seriously, "We are thinking about the safety of the young master."

Use all your strength? Are you kidding me?

If I hurt you, Jeans will give us a severe beating when we turn around.

Aaron snorted coldly, "Let's do this! I recently learned a new magic. If you can stop me, I will go back with you. If you can't, don't block my way."

"no."

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

The two expressed their stance one after another, and their refusal was very obvious.

They know very well that their young master is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and now that the initiative is in their hands, there is no need to take risks.

"You..." Aaron laughed angrily, "Then I'll take a step back. If you can't stop me, just give me five minutes to run away. That'll be alright!"

The two exchanged glances and said in unison: "Half a minute."

"Okay, half a minute, half a minute." Aaron said immediately, fearing that the two of them would regret it.

He took a deep breath, pointed his wand at the two of them, and looked ready to go, but what he was thinking about was where he was going.

Uh-huh!

A gray and white twisted space flashed away, and Aaron's figure also disappeared in front of the two people in an instant.

The two of them blinked blankly, feeling that billions of alpacas were rushing through their hearts, and they didn't react for a long time.

"Fuck!" Dika stomped her feet fiercely, "What a loss."

"Phantom transfer, that's too much!" Modo's face didn't look good either. "When did he learn this?"

They expected that the young master would use various means to amplify his moves, but they never expected that he would directly use teleportation magic to escape. Is this what a thirteen-year-old wizard should be able to do?

"What should I do?" Dika asked.

"What can we do? Report it!" Modo said depressedly, "You can't blame us. If I knew that the young master could do this kind of magic, I would have set up a prohibition spell in advance."

...

puff!

Genes, who was enjoying hot chocolate at the auction house, suddenly felt something, and a black liquid was spurted out from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, sir." Pierre bent down cautiously, "Did I burn you? I'll make you a new cup right now."

"No need." Genes waved his hand, "I'm going out for a while, but I'll be back soon.

You'd better not be lazy or you'll suffer the consequences. "

"I understand, I understand." Pierre said immediately. When he raised his head, Genes had disappeared.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked at the dozens of wizards in the auction house who were waiting for him to cast the Forgetting Spell, he felt a little aggrieved.

He has never been so aggrieved in decades.

But he didn't dare to complain about him, and he didn't dare to provoke a great mage because of their courage.

But a punching bag was still necessary. After thinking for a while, Pierre walked quickly to Mochila and punched and kicked him without any hesitation.

It's all this old witch's fault. She has no eyesight at all. Why are you tying her up when you have nothing to do?

Half a minute later, Mokila opened her eyes with difficulty, and then felt severe pain.

She recalled the moments before she fell into coma and couldn't help gritting her teeth, "Little beast, don't fall into my hands, or I will make your life worse than death."

"woke up?"

Pierre looked at her with a sneer, stepped on her face, and pinched her hard several times.

"Ah!" Mochila screamed in pain, "Pierre, what are you doing?"

"It's so obvious, can't you see it? I want to kill you!" Pierre said coldly, and then turned her head so that she could see the ruined auction house. "Look at it. , this is all thanks to you.”

"What does this have to do with me?" Mokila said with some difficulty.

The ruined auction house was indeed visually impressive, but that was nothing to a wizard. Even a wizard like her could take some time to destroy a building.

But the dozens of wizards lying motionless on the ground, or covering their wounds and moaning, made her feel terrified.

At least half of these people are better than her, but their situation seems to be only slightly better than hers.

"It's a big deal." Pier vented his resentment aggrievedly, "Do you know how big the background of that child is?

His butler is the Grand Magister, who is a rare being. He defeated us all by himself.

Haha, you just wanted to die on your own, and you cleverly got all of us involved. "

Hearing this, Mokila's eyes were dull, and it took him a while to accept this absurd fact.

"What the hell... that child is definitely sick, and it's a serious illness." Mokila said angrily, with a look of grief and anger on his face, and said in an angry voice, "If you don't enjoy life even if you have such conditions, why do you want to harm me?" ?”

Snapped!

Pierre immediately gave her a loud slap in the face, "If you don't want to die, take care of your bad mouth. His housekeeper dares to say the name of the mysterious man. Do you know what this means?"

Moqila was so frightened that she shuddered and felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.

It's not like they haven't encountered such a thing before. When they were kidnapping children, they happened to run into the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. But that time, they cooperated tacitly and barely managed to escape.

But this time it didn't hit the muzzle of the gun, but the muzzle of the cannon.

She is just a small character who passively provokes a giant, and she knows the consequences without even thinking about it.

At this moment, Mochila, who was in despair, suddenly discovered an important point. It seemed that she and Pierre were the only ones left in the auction house who had enough physical strength and remained conscious.

"Pierre, Mr. Pierre," Moqila begged, "please, can you let me go?"

"What do you think?" Pier complained speechlessly, looking at Mochila like he was an idiot, "I didn't kill you just because the young master didn't make it clear how to deal with you, a human trafficker.

Of course, even if he doesn't care, you can't expect anything good.

You were sold to me by him for ten gold galleons!

But I believe we can get our money back. There are dozens of victims here. From what I know about them, they will definitely take their grievances out on you.

Even if I set the price to a thousand Galleons, they will jointly invest in buying you, and then I will have a profit of a hundred times or even higher..."

Having said this, Pierre suddenly paused, and a philistine smile appeared on his face.

"After all this calculation, I don't seem to be at a loss!"

Mochila:......

At the same time, Jeans also apparated to the abandoned factory.

He looked at No. 3 and No. 4, who were bowing their heads in silence and waiting for criticism, and sighed helplessly.

"This is the second time, you two."

"Boss, this..." Dika was about to explain, but was interrupted by Genes.

"Stop it, don't call me boss, you are my boss.

Two high-level magisters are absolute elites in the magic world, but you let a thirteen-year-old child slip away under your noses. "Jeans patted his cheek, "What a shame! I'm ashamed of you both. "

"But the young master can phantom travel." Modo said directly.

"What did you say?" Jeans was stunned for a moment and then calmed down, "Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure that neither of us can even admit our mistakes in such a difficult magic." Dika continued, "So you really can't blame us, this is a lack of intelligence.

If we had known that the young master knew this magic, we wouldn't have been completely unprepared.

As for the task of recording the young master's growth and strength, it seems that you, Sir Jeans, have always been responsible for it. "

Hearing this, Mr. Jeans blushed, "Ahem! Just call me boss. We don't need to be so quarrelsome."

Dika and Modo rolled their eyes. They wanted to complain, but they were suppressed by senior officials. If they clung to their boss's mistakes, they had a problem with their brains.

"Boss, let's think about what to do!" Modo reminded, "The head of the family and his wife will be back in a few hours. If they can't see the young master, we are all to blame."

"Yes, boss, otherwise call everyone else over!

Although the young master has learned phantom movement, it is impossible for him to teleport too far with his magic power. We can shorten the search range. "

"It's easy to say." Genes said helplessly, "The young master's phantom transfer was obviously prepared for today, and I can be sure that his proficiency in this magic will not be too low.

And how can you be sure that the young master will not continue to use this magic to run away. "

"We can stop it..." mid-sentence, Dika noticed the look in Genes's eyes that wanted to stab him, "I'm sorry, I pretended I didn't say that."

"Hmph! If you have the ability to prevent the young master from teleporting without getting hurt, I will definitely not stop you.

But you don’t need to remind me what your level is! If someone forcibly interrupts the phantom movement, at least it will be a serious injury. Can you afford it? "

"Then we can't just let it go!"

"Of course not."

Jeans took out a palm-sized compass from his pocket.

The wand was tapped lightly, and the pointer on it quickly turned and pointed in one direction.

"It took me more than half a month to make this one, but I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly."

"Um...Boss." Modo said hesitantly, "Isn't this made of the young master's hair? It would easily make him angry."

"Don't I know?" Jeans rolled his eyes, and then pointed to the crystal ball in the center of the compass, where a drop of liquid with a faint light was floating in it.

"It's not easy to get something from Abe's body. Its hair, scales, and blood are all well protected by it, but its saliva is absolutely unlimited.

Place a plate of meat in front of it, as much as you want.

If the young master wants to run away, he can take nothing with him, but Abe will definitely not be left behind.

Fortunately, I was more cautious, otherwise I would have failed again this time. "

"As expected of the boss!" Dika gave a thumbs up, "The young master would never have thought that you have this trick. We will definitely win this time."

"Hahaha." Genes waved his hand proudly, "Low-key, keep low-key.

This thing can probably only be used once. After the young master is prepared, it will be impossible to use this method to find him. After all, he knows too many things and can completely block his own aura.

So this is your last chance, understand? "

"Understood." Dika nodded solemnly.

Modo's tense nerves also relaxed a little, but he looked at Jeans thoughtfully and said in deep thought: "Boss, I have an unkind request. Can you come with us?"

The corner of Jeans's mouth twitched, and the look he looked at Modo became strange.

Why didn't I realize that No. 3 was so unkind before? Isn't this a naked act of repaying kindness with hatred?

You failed to seize the opportunity to avenge your shame, and I gave you another opportunity to make amends.

It’s okay if you’re not grateful, but you still want to drag me into the water.

At first, the young master might have been caught after he complained a few times, but now he managed to trick dozens of dark wizards and exposed his own phantom movement to barely escape.

If he led someone to take the young master back at this time, it would be a denial of all his previous efforts. A basin of cold water when he was most satisfied would definitely make him hold a grudge for a long time.

The two guards, Dika and Modo, were okay. Even if the young master wanted revenge, he couldn't find a chance in a short time. But he, the butler, was miserable.

"This is not appropriate. I still have to deal with some aftermath matters." Genes declined politely and gave a reasonable reason, "You have been following him, you should know what he did in Knockturn Alley, and the magic The Ministry prohibits minors from using magic outside of school, so I have to go and say hello to the relevant departments.”

"This kind of trivial matter can be done by just arranging someone. There is no need for you to come in person." Modo said and winked at Dika: If he runs away, we will be in trouble.

Dika immediately understood what his partner meant, and immediately looked at Jeans and said, "Boss, you know the young master best.

If he hides some trump cards and we are not prepared, we might let him escape again. "

Jeans: ...

Then he can't go with you, so if he fails, the responsibility that falls on him won't be too great.

Modo saw the hesitation on Jeans's face and knew he couldn't wait any longer. If he found a reason to refuse, they would still have to bear the blame.

"Boss, the master and his wife will be back soon.

You also said that this compass is only useful for the first time, and we must make it foolproof, so... we can only shamelessly ask you to take action. "