Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

In fact, Narnia is really not that big. In real terms, Eric's broom can fly from the seaside outside the stone platform in the east to the westernmost part of the continent, where the Lamppost Wild Forest is located, in one day.

On foot, it might only take a day and a night, and the stone platform is not far from the Cair Paravel Castle in the north. After marching quickly, in more than three hours, they had arrived in front of the mountain range where the castle is located. Location about five miles.

Before that, Eric also met a harpy scout who came out to investigate. Borrowing Susan's bow and arrow, Eric was so accurate that he shot the harpy's thigh with an arrow from eight miles away.

“This bow is so cool!”

Eric sighed in admiration when he returned the bow and arrow to Susan. When he opened the bow and nocked the arrow, he keenly felt that a wonderful power poured into his body from heaven and earth, and at the same time, a will was added to The arrow body greatly enhances its shooting range. Otherwise, how could it be possible to shoot 8 miles with just one arrow.

"Perfect shot!"

Oris gave Eric a thumbs up: "As a foal, you are really excellent."

Eric thanked him for the compliment and sat back on the broomstick.

"Are today's broomsticks so advanced?!"

Even after seeing a flying broomstick all afternoon, Oris was still amazed by it. The broomsticks of their time could not be more crude. They were just a bare, unpolished piece of wood with a few branches, just like Airi's broomstick. The broomsticks ridden by the medieval witches in the previous world that Ke traveled through were the same as, or even worse than, theirs.

The game of Quidditch did not even appear. In that era, although there were various strange games, wizards’ favorite way of entertainment was to pretend to be caught by Muggles, then enjoy their barbecue, and finally relax. Escape, leaving those stupid Muggles behind, helplessly watching them slip away.

While the two were chatting, Aslan, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped, and the troops behind him also stopped immediately.

Peter rode forward and looked with Aslan at the castle in the distance, where countless troops were pouring out from the spacious stone bridge, covering the sky and heading towards their direction.

After those strange-shaped teams rushed out of the stone bridge, they began to line up in a row. During this period, there were some small chaos due to the positioning issues, as you pushed and pushed each other. However, under the whips of the leaders, they quickly They found their respective positions.

Even though the opponent's number seemed to be greater than our own, Aslan's army did not show any timidity. They still arranged themselves into a neat square formation and stood quietly on the spot.

In this comparison, the military quality of both sides can be judged.

The witch sat on a carriage pulled by two polar bears and rushed out of the void left by the army. Looking at Aslan in the distance, she laughed loudly, took the carriage and ran forward alone.

Thick dark clouds gathered above her head from the moment she appeared, and as she moved, they pressed against Aslan's troops.

Aslan glanced at Eric, pointed his head forward, and motioned for him to come with him.

Eric put away his broom and walked to Aslan's side. The Apparition made a snap sound and brought him across a large distance.

Since becoming proficient in using Apparition, he has become increasingly lazy to walk.

It took the witch half a minute to arrive in front of them with her white bear chariot. She first looked at Eric, then glanced at the wand in his hand with fear. Finally, she took a breath and turned to look at Eric. Sri Lanka.

"Aslan, we meet again."

The witch's voice was cold, and she looked at the Lion King with an evil look in her eyes.

"Yes, Jadis, I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances after 1000 years." Aslan sighed with emotion, raised his paw, and touched Eric's wand: "Put it away Yes, Your Majesty, even if your magic is extremely advanced, you can't kill her at this moment."

"You?" The White Witch looked at Aslan and Eric mockingly, with a ridiculous look on her face as white as ice: "You actually address a child as your majesty?"

"His Majesty Eric's status is very noble, more noble than you can imagine." Aslan replied lazily, not angry at the witch's tone.

"Really? I thought no one could be treated with such respect by you except your master who has never appeared before."

Eric put the wand back into his sleeve and interrupted the witch's sarcasm: "No need to talk nonsense, Jadis, I know your trump card. If you can't execute the betrayer, your magic will never disappear. Is it!"

The White Witch smiled cruelly, raised the golden staff in her left hand, and waved behind her. A minotaur covered in black ran out, holding a thin and haggard child in its hand. It was Edmund. .

When they came to the side of the White Witch, she took Edmond from the minotaur's hand, put the thin sword in her right hand on his neck, and pointed the wand in her left hand at the man and the lion in front of her.

Seeing her movements, Peter, Susan and Lucy in the distance drove their horses and prepared to move forward, but with a roar from Aslan, they had to stay where they were.

"Don't be excited, big cat!" A confident smile appeared on Jandis's lips: "The betrayal of this son of Adam to you is real, because his betrayal exposed another person who betrayed me. and has caused his death.”

Aslan was silent, looking at the three people in front of him without saying a word. He quietly stared at Edmond who had the sword on his neck. After a long time, he said, "Jadis."

The White Witch turned her gaze to Aslan, staring at his golden face.

"Betrayal often corresponds to what he has done and the consequences, and even more so to the person he betrayed." Aslan spoke slowly, with kindness and tolerance in his voice: "In my opinion Come on, what this child did is not even a betrayal, he just trusted one person too much and was deceived."

The corners of Aslan's mouth slowly curved, and the voice reached Edmund, like a tonic, injecting him with powerful strength.

"You mean he is a traitor, so let's call his brothers to confront him, Peter?"

Aslan roared, and the horses under the three Peters suddenly accelerated, bringing them to Aslan's side: "Do you think Edmund betrayed you?"

The three Pevensie brothers looked at the haggard Edmund and shook their heads quickly: "No, Your Majesty Aslan, he will always be our brother."

"Eric, as the most noble son of Adam, do you think your people have betrayed you?"

"No, even if he made a mistake, I can forgive him."

The lion nodded and looked at Edmund again: "Ed, as the co-owner of Narnia, I also forgive your mistake of trusting others."

Aslan let out a roar at the end, and the sound spread into the sky, shaking away the dark clouds that appeared with the witch.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the witch suddenly found that most of the magic power in her body had disappeared. Just as she was wondering, she suddenly felt Edmond in her arms slam into her with his back, causing her body to stagger.

Before she could stand firmly on the chariot, she heard the sound of wind coming from behind her again.

Without any time to hesitate, the witch quickly put the long sword in her right hand behind her back. The next moment, a huge force came from the long sword and flew her entire body away.