The Kidnapper Got Sold Instead

Seeing Aaron rush into the Knockturn Alley but not specifically chase after Abei, instead deliberately running towards crowded places, a bitter look appeared on Aaron 'Jeans face.

It's confirmed, the young master is definitely going to run away again.

But after a brief moment of anxiety, he became excited.

As the saying goes, "If you fall down, you should get up again."

Last year, Aaron's departure was a huge defeat for those of them responsible for protecting him, but none of them felt they had a chance to recover.

Because the young master is a smart man, he must know that next year and in the future they will do everything they can to plug all the loopholes and will not give him a second chance to run away.

But now that this has happened, it proves they were wrong. However... what a wonderful mistake! The opportunity to redeem themselves has arrived.

Thinking of this, Jeans had an urge to laugh out loud three times, and at the same time, he was filled with fighting spirit.

Without thinking twice, he quickly chased after Aaron.

Although only a dozen seconds had passed, Aaron, with his superhuman physical abilities, still managed to leave Jeans more than 30 meters behind.

As he turned a corner and met up with Abei, he noticed a dark figure on the ground.

"Child, are you lost?" a kind old witch in her sixties or seventies said with a smile. "Come with us! We'll take you home."

Three other Warlock dressed in tattered clothes also gathered around. Their smiles were sinister as they looked at Aaron or Abei, as if they were appraising some valuable goods.

Aaron raised an eyebrow; these were probably human traffickers or robbers from the Warlock world.

Just as he was about to try to act on behalf of Heaven, he heard footsteps getting closer and closer. He immediately pretended to be harmless and picked up Abei.

"Thank you!" Aaron said politely. "You are truly kind people."

The four Dark Wizard exchanged glances, all feeling that this deal was a sure thing.

This is the first time they've ever seen such a fresh and handsome young Warlock; he's sure to fetch a good price.

But they hadn't walked far when they heard an unfamiliar voice behind them.

"Young master, stop playing around, you should come back with me."

Jeans looked smug; he himself hadn't expected it to be so easy this time.

Although these Warlock didn't look like any kind of shamans, he found them particularly endearing. If they hadn't blocked his way, he estimated it would have taken him several more minutes to catch the young master.

"Young Master?"

The Dark Wizard looked at each other in bewilderment.

To be honest, they've sold children with legal status before. After all, when it comes to this kind of sex work, they don't care about morality or the law, except for their own lives and money.

But now this child's family has caught up. Although they look to be only in their thirties, their strength should be about the same as theirs.

But if he gets away, the aftermath will be very troublesome.

Just as they were hesitating about whether to give up, Aaron nervously hid behind the old witch, his eyes revealing obvious panic.

"I don't know you at all." Aaron pointed nervously at Jeans. "Grandma, uncles, he's a human trafficker."

Jeans' lips twitched slightly. "This joke isn't funny at all."

"Hmph! You've been following me ever since I got lost from my mother in Diagon Alley."

They greeted everyone they met by saying, "You're my Butler," and then led me to this run-down alley, adding that the boss would definitely love this batch of goods.

The Dark Wizard ' eyes lit up, and their gazes toward Jeans became more disdainful.

Same here!

However, her acting skills were too superb; she almost fooled those con artists.

"Young Master," Jeans gritted his teeth, suppressing his temper, "The game is over. If you keep saying that, I'll get angry. Come back with me right now."

"This... friend." A balding Warlock stepped in front of Jeans and said righteously, "Although you came first, our rules don't follow the order of arrival!"

This child has nothing to do with you anymore, get out of here.

"I..."

Jeans had never been treated this way before, and his first instinct was to teach this bastard a lesson, but since this was Knockturn Alley, he didn't want to make too much of a commotion.

"I don't want to take action, but that doesn't mean I can't."

"Who do you think you are? This is Knockturn Alley. If you die, no one will even collect your body," the balding Warlock laughed arrogantly. "Get lost, or you'll stop us from making our fortune."

If you don't court death, you won't die!

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, then tugged at the old witch's sleeve. "Can we go home now? I miss my mom and dad."

"Of course, child," the old witch comforted him, then gave Jeans a provocative look before leading Aaron toward the alleyway.

Just as Jeans was about to stop him, the balding Warlock stretched out his arm and sneered, "Looks like you really don't know what's good for you!"

"Get out of the way if you don't want to die."

"Heh!" The balding Warlock chuckled dismissively. "I'll hold this guy off, but I'll take an extra ten percent."

The old witch nodded, and the other two Dark Wizard also indicated they had no objections.

Jeans glanced at the idiot blocking his way, then at the young master who was facing away from him and giving him the middle finger, and shook his head with a wry smile.

In his opinion, Aaron's approach was completely meaningless; he could handle these oddballs in less than half a minute.

In addition to him, Number Three and Number Four also followed Aaron. Both of them were High-level Archmage and would not show themselves unless it was absolutely necessary. However, as the Butler, he could give them orders directly and bring the young master with him at any time.

"Alright, since Young Master wants to play, let's just add an extra time to the game!"

"Why pretend when everyone's gone?" The balding Warlock, somewhat annoyed, pulled out an old Wand and cast Curse with a sinister smile.

A pale blue light shone towards Jeans, but the expected scream did not occur.

Just as he was puzzled, a buzzing sound suddenly came to his ears, and he felt as if he were in a Category 10 hurricane, his body uncontrollably spinning rapidly in mid-air.

Although he was extremely dizzy, the balding Warlock realized Jeans' terrifying strength and was filled with regret.

He was even a little impressed with himself; for the sake of that one Galleon, he had actually stopped a Great wizard was on a completely different level from him.

"Please let me go."

"I'll never do it again, please..." he pleaded with difficulty, but his mouth was quickly gagged. "Waaah..."

Jeans glanced at him indifferently, "I won't do anything to you since my young master isn't injured, but you'll have to spend the rest of your life in Azkaban."

Upon hearing this, the balding Warlock's eyes widened in horror, and tears and sweat involuntarily streamed down his face.

That's Azkaban! Dark Wizard like him would suffer a fate worse than death if he went in there.

Also, that kid just now was actually a young master.

What grudge do they hold against them? Even if it's a thrilling experience in the Knockturn Alley, they shouldn't be treated like this!

The old witch and her companions also noticed the commotion, but they made no attempt to help.

On the one hand, they didn't know what happened in the battle and their understanding of Jeans was inaccurate, so they should have run away without looking back. On the other hand, if one person was eliminated, the three of them could get a bigger share.

"You two go and kill him. If that doesn't work, at least hold him off for two minutes," the old witch said calmly, then gave Aaron a gentle smile. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Aaron nodded in agreement, silently giving a thumbs-up to the two Dark Wizard blocking his way. They were fearless Champion!

"Can you hurry up?"

"It is possible."

The old witch also wanted to get rid of Aaron quickly, after all, it's always better to have it in hand. There's too much uncertainty with living people, and the golden Gold Galleons were much more attractive to her.

Just as they reached the end of the alley, a black figure landed in front of them.

This is a Dark Wizard is responsible for blocking the road, but he is currently unconscious and his body is covered with burn marks.

"This..." The old witch's eyes widened as she turned to look at her other companion, who was being held captive by Jeans and whose body was convulsing. Her legs went weak, and she took a few steps back in panic.

Who on earth did they mess with? That's the strongest Warlock in their group, and he was powerless against him.

"We don't want this child..."

Before he could even utter the word "I want it," Aaron decisively interjected, "We won't give up."

Grandma, let's run!

Just around the corner is a crowded place; we can't let the time that the uncles have gained go to waste!

If that bad guy grabs me, he'll definitely kill me.

Hearing this, the old witch seemed to be awakened and instantly made up her mind: to run.

Judging from the miserable state of her three partners, it's clear that the man is no saint. Besides, she just said "kill him," so handing over the child based on those three words wouldn't necessarily lead to her death. She might as well take a gamble.

"Stay close to me."

The old witch spoke to Aaron, her voice no longer gentle, but filled with urgency.

Aaron nodded seriously, his deep voice echoing in the air. "Act according to plan, buy me some time."

Abei twitched her ears and jumped off Aaron's arms.

The old witch unleashed a speed beyond her years, compressing the two-minute journey by almost half.

After dealing with the last person blocking his way, Jeans quickly rushed out of the alley, but only glanced at the crowd at the market.

"Sigh! Looks like it'll take a little more time."

Just as Jeans was feeling regretful, a striking white figure suddenly appeared outside an alley. He clearly saw a pair of clear pupils that shrank back in panic upon noticing him.

"Hehe! This reconnaissance is really subpar, young master, you were too careless!" Jeans laughed, then confidently chased after them.

Meanwhile, the old witch also took Aaron to a small auction house where at least dozens of Dark Wizard had gathered.

"Mr. Pear, this is top-quality stuff." The old witch stopped pretending and rubbed her hands together with the fifty-something-year-old man wearing a monocle sitting at a table, as if she felt that her safety was guaranteed here.

Name your price!

Pear looked Aaron over carefully and found that he was not nervous, scared, or crying like other children. Instead, he was unusually calm, which piqued Pierre's interest.

"Five Gold Galleons."

"What? Only five weeks?" The old witch was not satisfied with the price. "Look at his appearance. Just for that face, you should give me a thousand Galleon."

"I'm only offering you five weeks because of his face. I'd think even three weeks is too much," Pear said impatiently, stroking his mustache.

Aaron:...

What kind of taste do you have?! Do you think my face is only worth two Galleon?