A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

"We eagerly await your return, Lord." A mouse jumped up to Peter and bowed respectfully, "We are wholeheartedly loyal to you."

"God, he's so cute." Lucy couldn't help but express her feelings.

"Who said that?" The mouse drew out his sword angrily, as if he was disgusted by the word cute.

"I'm sorry." Lucy apologized sheepishly.

When the mouse saw that it was the Queen of Ancient Narnia, his attitude immediately changed, and he bowed politely and said, "Your Majesty, please listen to me.

I believe 'brave', 'courteous', or 'chivalrous' would be more appropriate for a Narnian knight. "

"At least we know that some of you are good with swords," Peter said half-jokingly.

"Yes, I have been using my skills better recently to obtain weapons for your army."

"Good, because we need every sword."

"Then you may want yours back," said Caspian, handing Peter's sword back.

"I would like to ask, are those the weapons you are talking about?" Aaron pointed to a man with a large bag of iron swords on his left and right sides.

"Those are the ones." The mouse said proudly, "Just last night, I took a few brothers to secretly take away enough weapons and armor for two legions from the Tamar people, and I also left a greeting by the way."

"Two legions?" Aaron frowned slightly, "Isn't that all?"

"Thousands of sets of equipment are enough for us."

"Yes!" Aaron gave him a peaceful smile, "If Miraz could turn his head just a little, he could roughly calculate the number of Narnians, no, specifically the number of Narnian warriors. "

Hearing this, the mouse was shocked and said, "This...I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I really didn't consider this."

"It doesn't matter." Peter shook his head gently and comforted: "Whether they know our number or not, they will press forward with troops. This is a tough battle that will eventually be fought.

Besides, we have more than two legions. "

...

With weapons and equipment, Narnia's army barely took shape.

Caspian brought everyone to a bunker to serve as a temporary defense.

The men and horses raised their swords and lined up in two lines to form a ceremonial guard to welcome the king and queen into the palace, followed by the rest of the people.

The Narnians worked non-stop to resmelt the stolen standard weapons and armor into equipment of their own size to prepare for the coming war.

"It may not be what it used to be, but it's fine for defense," Caspian said.

"Not bad, how do you know such a place?" Aaron asked curiously.

“This isn’t a forest, there’s nothing we can’t do.

My teacher was very obsessed with the culture of Narnia and found this ruins by chance. "

"Peter, you might want to look at this," Susan said, pointing to the wall.

Peter walked over, picked up a torch, and used the firelight to see clearly the murals on the wall.

These murals record their story, from their arrival in Narnia, to riding lions into battle, and finally receiving the throne at Cair Paravel.

"Is this Aslan?" Aaron pointed to the lion on the wall and said, "It looks like an ordinary lion."

"It needs to be bigger," Lucy said. "We have grown a year older, and he has also grown up a lot."

"What is this place?" Susan asked, looking at Caspian.

"You don't know?" Caspian said in surprise, but then he thought that this was normal. After all, hundreds of years had passed, and this bunker might have been built after they left Narnia.

He led the way with a torch, passed through a tunnel, and stopped in a main hall.

The torch stretched into the groove on the wall, and the flame ignited the lamp oil, lighting up the entire hall.

Only then did a few people see the environment of the main hall clearly. There were no magnificent decorations. There was a broken stone platform in the center, and a mural of a lion on the front.

Lucy touched the stone platform and seemed to understand something. She turned around and looked at the others, "He must know all this."

"Aslan?" Aaron thought thoughtfully, "He's not going to take the initiative to help us, is he?"

"The same thing won't happen twice." Lucy murmured, with a hint of disappointment in her tone.

"That's not necessarily the case." Aaron shrugged, "There is a saying in the Bible that what has been will be done again, and what has been done will be done again."

"Do you still understand this?" Susan asked.

“I don’t know much about the Bible, but my ancestors agreed with this statement.

What they agree with are generally wise sayings. "

Peter looked at the mural of the lion, pondered for a few seconds and said seriously: "I think everything is up to us."

The satyrs who were on guard outside discovered the patrolling Tanmer soldiers, and he immediately reported the situation to several kings.

Peter called representatives of various races in Narnia to the main hall. Fauns, centaurs, oxen, dwarves, and talking animals all sat around the steps to form a temporary meeting.

"Soon, Miraz's troops and weapons will be arriving, which means these people will not be able to defend their castle," Peter said.

"What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" asked the mouse.

"Strike first is the strongest." Aaron snapped his fingers, "I support this."

"This is ridiculous, no one has ever captured that castle." Caspian said hurriedly.

"There's a first time for everything," Peter said.

"They must not have expected it." Chuan Bujin said in agreement, "We can take it by surprise."

"But we have an advantage here."

"As long as we are well prepared, we may be able to hold this place." Susan supported Caspian's opinion.

"Maybe?" Aaron smacked his lips, "This is a good word, very appropriate.

But I would venture to ask, can we defend once, but can we defend twice or three times?

The number of Tamer soldiers is several times that of the Narnians. With a kingdom serving as a supply depot, they can lose many times, but the Narnians cannot afford to lose once.

Of course, this is just my personal opinion, just listen to it and don’t take it too seriously. "

"I'm grateful for everything you've done," Peter said to Caspian, "but this isn't a bunker, it's a tomb."

"Yes," said Edmund. "If they are clever enough, the Tammers can trap us and wait for us to starve to death."

"We can store nuts." The squirrel said without thinking.

"You can also throw Tammers." The mouse said speechlessly, "Your Majesty, I want you to know that I am on your side."

"Shut up, you two cuties." Aaron rolled his eyes, "Stop saying such ridiculous things."

"Who are you calling cute?" The mouse immediately pulled out his sword and pointed at Aaron fiercely.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, moved slowly, and stood behind Lucy.

The mouse's breathing suddenly became much faster, "Don't hide behind our queen if you have the ability, stand up and challenge me."

"Forget it, Reepicheep." Badger shook his head, "You can't beat him, he subdued Nikabri in two moves."

"Trov, I am not a dwarf."

"But he's only half as good as me." Nikabuli said disdainfully, "You're no match for him in a one-on-one fight."

Peter looked at the centaur leader, "If I help you sneak in, can your people deal with the guards?"

"Swear to the death to complete the mission, Your Majesty."

"Usually people who say this kind of thing are prepared to die." Aaron sighed, "Isn't it a narrow escape from death?"

The centaur leader slowly lowered his head, acquiescing to Aaron's words.

"This is exactly what I'm worried about." Lucy said calmly, "You act like you have only two choices, die here or die there."

"You may not have heard clearly, Lulu." Peter said patiently, "We have no other choice. Staying here will only lead to death."

"No, your sister is smarter than you.

We have a third way. "Aaron said pointedly, "The best thing to do is to retreat, or to retreat strategically.

In fact, I have thought about this road, but I think most Narnians are not willing to take it. After all, they have been hiding for hundreds of years.

Moreover, Miraz would not stop until he achieved certain results. At least he had to clear the way for his son, which meant that the prerequisite for escape was to hand over Caspian. "

Caspian: ...

"Even so, Miraz may not let the Narnians live." Trumpkin said solemnly, "When I was captured, he promised to the elders of the Council of Tanmore that we Narnians would be saved." Kill them all to fulfill the last wishes of your ancestors.

To do this, he doesn't mind clearing out entire forests. "

"What I mean is to retreat first. We can wait for Aslan." Lucy said anxiously, "He knows all this, and he will definitely appear."

"We have waited for him long enough, hundreds of years!

Now we have to take on the responsibility of being kings. "Peter said seriously, and then led others to formulate a battle plan.

"Peter still doesn't want to believe me." Lucy said with red eyes, a little aggrieved, "But I really saw Aslan and dreamed about him."

"I believe in you, believe that I believe in you more than anyone else." Aaron said very seriously.

"Thank you!" Lucy felt a little more relaxed, "By the way, Aslan also asked me to remind you not to overdo it."

Aaron: ...

Is this a reminder?

This is obviously a warning, right? A warning from a suspected holy wizard boss.

Aaron forced a smile, "Okay! His warning, no, a reminder, I received it.

You should find a place to have a good sleep first! "

"No, I am the queen of Narnia, and I have to participate in the battle plan."

"Haha!" Aaron secretly scolded the children not to join in the fun, but there was a hint of solemnity on his face, "You have more important tasks.

Go to sleep and find Aslan's hiding place in your dreams. "

"But didn't we try it this morning?"

"Let's treat a dead horse like a living doctor! If we fail, Aslan is our last hope.

As for Peter and the others, I will try my best to take care of them. "

Lucy seemed to feel a strong sense of mission, nodded vigorously, found a place and lay down to count sheep.

When Aaron walked out of the temporary meeting room, he touched his pocket with some guilt. There was a bottle of red magic potion in it, "It's really hard to fool kids these days."