The Shock of Apparition

Dika and Modo exchanged a glance, and simultaneously released the Sleeping Charm and the Petrification Spell without any pause.

The dazzling, multicolored light rained down, sealing off all of Aaron's escape routes.

They controlled the power as much as possible; the two spells were not very offensive, but their effectiveness was not diminished at all, so they could be applied to Aaron perfectly.

"You guys really have no manners!"

Aaron looked at the Accio rain of light, twisted his neck, and decisively cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The transparent barrier blocked several spells, and Aaron was forced to retreat continuously. Unless he could withdraw his Thought Form, he was completely powerless against two battle-hardened High-level Archmage with his mid-level Magus strength.

"Enough!" Aaron roared. "This is never going to end!"

Modo and Dika Time Stop casting their spells. "Please come with us, young master."

"This isn't about whether you're willing to go or not, it's that you haven't used your full strength at all. Are you looking down on me?"

"Absolutely not," Dika said seriously. "We were just thinking about the young master's safety."

Full power? Are you kidding me?

If we hurt you, Jeans will give us a good beating.

Aaron snorted coldly, "How about this! I recently learned a new spell. If you can stop me, I'll go with you. If you can't, then don't block my way."

"No."

"I'm sorry, I can't comply."

Both expressed their stances, making their refusal very clear.

They knew very well that their young master was no pushover, and since they now held the initiative, there was no need to take any risks.

"You guys..." Aaron laughed in anger, "Then I'll compromise. If you can't hold me off, give me a minute to run away, is that alright?"

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Half a minute."

"Okay, half a minute it is," Aaron said immediately, afraid that the two would change their minds.

He took a deep breath, pointed his Wand at the two of them, and struck a pose of being ready to strike, though he was wondering where they were going.

A distorted space of gray and white flashed by, and Aaron's figure disappeared from their sight in an instant.

The two blinked blankly, feeling as if millions of alpacas were stampeding through their minds, and it took them a long time to react.

"Damn it!" Dika stomped his foot angrily. "That's too mean."

"Apparition, that's going too far!" Modo's expression was also not good. "When did he learn this skill?"

They anticipated that the young master would use various methods to unleash powerful moves, but they never expected him to use teleportation magic to escape directly. Is this something a thirteen-year-old Warlock should be able to do?

"What should we do?" Dika asked.

"What can we do? Report it!" Modo said dejectedly. "It's not our fault. If we had known that the young master knew this kind of magic, I would have set up a prohibition spell in advance."

While enjoying hot chocolate at the auction, Jeans suddenly sensed something and vomited out a large mouthful of black liquid.

"I'm sorry, sir." Pear bowed timidly. "Did I burn you? I'll make you a cup of hot tea right away."

"No, I'm not going." Jeans waved his hand. "I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."

You'd better not be lazy, or you'll bear the consequences.

"Ming, Ming," Pear said immediately, but when he looked up, Jeans had already disappeared into the ground.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the dozens of Warlock waiting for him to cast the Oblivion Charm in the auction house, he felt a surge of frustration.

He had never felt so wronged in all these decades.

They complained that he dared not, even if they had the guts, he wouldn't dare to provoke a Grand Archmage.

It was still necessary to vent one's anger on him. After thinking for a while, Pear quickly walked up to Mochila and punched and kicked him without hesitation.

It's all that old witch's fault. She has no sense at all. Why did you tie him up when you had nothing better to do?

Half a minute later, Mochila struggled to open her eyes, and immediately felt intense pain.

She recalled the moments before she lost consciousness and gritted her teeth, "You little beast, don't fall into my hands, or I'll make you wish you were dead."

"Woke up?"

Pear looked at her with a cold smile, stepped on her face, and pinched it hard a few times.

"Ah!" Mochila cried out in pain. "Pear, what are you doing?"

"Can't you see how obvious it is? I want to kill you!" Pear said coldly, then turned her head so she could see the auction house that had been destroyed beyond recognition. "Look, this is all thanks to you."

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

The auction house reduced to ruins is indeed visually striking, but it's nothing to Warlock; even Magus like her could destroy a building in a while.

She lay motionless on the ground, or groaned while clutching her wounds, while the dozens of Warlock made her heart pound with fear.

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

"It's a huge deal." Pear vented his frustration, "Do you know how powerful that kid is?"

His Butler is Grand Archmage, a rare and exceptional existence. He single-handedly defeated us all.

Heh, you not only courted disaster yourself, but you also cleverly dragged us all down with you.

Upon hearing this, Mochila stared blankly, and it took him a while to accept this absurd truth.

"Damn it... that kid is definitely sick, and seriously so." Mochila said angrily, on the verge of tears, "If you have the means, why not enjoy life instead of tormenting me?"

Pear immediately slapped her hard across the face. "If you don't want to die, shut your mouth. His Butler dared to mention the You-Know-Who's name. Do you know what that means?"

Mochila was so frightened that she shivered and felt wronged and wanted to cry.

They'd run into trouble before; they'd run into Auror from the Ministry of Magic when they were trafficking children, and they barely managed to escape that time thanks to their teamwork.

This time, however, it wasn't a gun barrel that ran into them, but a cannon barrel.

She was just a nobody who passively provoked a behemoth, and the consequences were predictable.

In her Despair, Mochila suddenly realized something important: it seemed that only she and Pear were left in the auction house with enough strength and conscious awareness.

"Mr. Pear Pear," Mochila pleaded, "Please, can you let me go?"

"What do you think?" Pear retorted speechlessly, looking at Mochila as if he were an idiot. "I didn't kill you only because that young master didn't clearly state how to deal with you, the human trafficker."

Of course, even if he doesn't care, you can forget about getting anything out of him.

He sold you to me for ten Gold Galleons!

However, I believe I can recoup my losses. There are dozens of victims present, and based on my understanding of them, they will definitely vent their anger on you.

Even if I set the price at 1,000 Galleon, they will pool their money to bid for you, and I will make a hundred times or even more profit..."

At this point, Pear paused suddenly, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"If you calculate it that way, I didn't lose out at all!"

Mochila:...

Meanwhile, Jeans also used Apparition to reach the abandoned factory.

He looked at Number Three and Number Four, who were bowing their heads and waiting obediently for criticism, and sighed helplessly.

"This is the second time, you two."

"Boss, this..." Dika was about to explain when Jeans interrupted him.

"Stop! Don't mess with my boss. You guys are my bosses."

"Two High-level Archmage, absolute elites even in the Magic World, yet you let a thirteen-year-old child slip by right under your noses." Jeans patted his cheek. "How shameful! I'm ashamed for you two."

"But young master can Apparition," Modo said.

"What did you say?" Jeans was taken aback for a moment, then regained his composure. "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely certain that neither of us would be so incompetent as to misidentify such a complex spell," Dika replied. "So it really isn't our fault; it's a lack of intelligence."

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

"And the task of recording the young master's growth and strength seems to be your responsibility, Lord Jeans."

Upon hearing this, Jeans blushed slightly. "Ahem! Let's stick to my boss. There's no need for us to be so formal."

Dika and Modo rolled their eyes. They wanted to complain, but a higher rank always had an advantage, and it would be crazy to hold a grudge against one's superior.

"Boss, let's think of something!" Modo reminded him. "The patriarch and madam will be back in a few hours. If they don't see the young master, we'll all be held responsible."

"Yeah, boss, why don't we bring all the others over here!"

Although the young master has learned Apparition, his Magical Energy prevent him from teleporting too far. We can narrow down our search area.

"Easier said than done," Jeans said helplessly. "Young Master's Apparition was clearly prepared for today. I'm sure his proficiency with this spell is not low."

"And how can you be sure the young master won't use this magic to escape again?"

"We can stop..." Dika started to say, but then noticed the look in Jeans' eyes that seemed to be directed at him. "Sorry, never mind."

"Hmph! If you have the ability to stop the young master from teleporting without taking any damage, I certainly won't stop you."

But I don't need to remind you of your skill level! If your Apparition is forcibly interrupted halfway through, you'll be seriously injured at the very least. Can you afford to take that responsibility?

"We can't just let it go like this!"

"Of course not."

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

With a light tap of the Wand, the pointer on it spun rapidly, pointing in a direction.

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

"Um... Boss," Modo said hesitantly, "This isn't made with the young master's hair, is it? That would easily make him angry."

"Do you think I don't know?" Jeans rolled his eyes, then pointed to the Crystal Ball in the center of the Compass, where a drop of liquid emitting a faint glow was floating.

"It's incredibly easy to get something from Abei. Its fur, scales, and blood are all well-protected, but its saliva is absolutely unlimited."

Put a plate of meat in front of it, and you can have as much as you want.

If the young master wanted to run away, he could leave without taking anything, but Abei would definitely not be left behind.

Luckily, I was cautious, otherwise I would have been caught again.

"As expected of the boss!" Dika gave a thumbs up. "Young Master would never have guessed you had this trick up your sleeve. We're definitely going to win this time."

"Hahaha." Jeans waved his hand smugly, "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

This thing can probably only be used once. Once the young master is on guard, it will be impossible for him to find him using this method again. After all, he knows too many things and can completely conceal his own aura.

So this is your last chance, understand?

"Understood." Dika nodded solemnly.

Modo's tense nerves relaxed a bit, but he looked at Jeans thoughtfully and said, "Boss, I have a favor to ask. Could you come with us?"

Jeans' lips twitched, and his gaze toward Modo turned strange.

How come I never noticed that Number Three was so ungrateful before? Isn't this blatant ingratitude?

You missed your chance to redeem yourselves, so I'm giving you another chance to make amends.

Not only are they ungrateful, but they're also trying to drag me down with them.

At first, catching the young master might have been enough with a few complaints, but now he's outmaneuvered dozens of Dark Wizard and exposed his Apparition before barely escaping.

If he were to bring his men to capture the young master at this moment, it would negate all his previous efforts. A bucket of cold water poured on him at his most triumphant moment would definitely make him hold a grudge for a long time.

With both guards, Dika and Modo, still alive, the young master, even if he wanted revenge, wouldn't find an opportunity in the short term. But his Butler was in a terrible predicament.

"That's not appropriate. I still have some cleanup to do." Jeans politely declined and gave a reasonable explanation. "You've been following him all along, so you should know what he did in Knockturn Alley. Besides, the Ministry of Magic prohibits minors from using magic outside of school. I need to contact the relevant departments."

"Anyone could handle this little matter; there's no need for you to come personally." Modo said, giving Dika a wink: If he runs away, we're in trouble.

Dika instantly understood his partner's meaning and immediately looked at Jeans and said, "Boss, you know the young master best."

"What if he still has some trump card up his sleeve, and we're unprepared? He might escape again."

Jeans:...

Then he definitely can't fight alongside you, so that if we lose, the responsibility on him won't be too great.

Modo noticed the hesitation on Jeans' face and knew they couldn't wait any longer. If Genes found a reason to refuse, they would both be the ones to take the blame.

"Eldest brother, the patriarch and his wife will be back soon."

You yourself said that this Compass is only for the first time, and we need to be absolutely certain of its effectiveness, so... we have no choice but to shamelessly ask you for help.