One Look Back, and Joy Turned to Sorrow

Dika realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately went into action.

With the injection of magical power, the pressure on the Modo was greatly reduced, and the power of the storm increased several times, even producing some white spots of light.

The advantage had only been established for a few seconds when a bright green Magic Array rapidly formed in front of Aaron.

The two hurricanes collided, and the massive impact sent the three of them staggering backward.

"This is impossible," Modo murmured in disbelief. "A mid-level Magus couldn't possibly be this strong."

"Nothing is impossible in this world." Aaron took a few steps back before barely managing to stand firm. "For me, challenging opponents of higher levels is not a difficult task."

"But the gap between you and us, young master, is not small. It can't be explained by challenging someone of a higher level. There must be something wrong." Dika said calmly. "The two of us have been working together for more than ten years. If we join forces, we can even fight against an ordinary Grand Archmage. There's no reason for us to be evenly matched with you, young master."

"You are very strong, no weaker Hogwarts Professors at Hogwarts, I can't deny that." Aaron smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "However, your vigilance is a little lacking. Haven't you realized the problem yet?"

"Here's a little hint: I did go all out just now, but you didn't hold back either."

Upon hearing this, Modo realized something and suddenly widened his eyes.

He secretly checked his body; his physical strength was excellent, but his Magical Energy seemed to be suppressed.

When casting a spell, it's like being bound by several chains. The caster might not notice anything, but the caster's strength is less than 30% of their usual level.

Dika belatedly realized what was happening, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "Young Master, you've learned how to poison people!"

Modo's face was grim. They were all seasoned veterans, but they had been outmaneuvered by a child. It was a slap in the face.

Even though it was the young master who was being humiliated and the person they would be loyal to in the future, they still felt somewhat unhappy.

"When? Young Master, how did you manage that?"

We didn't eat anything at that restaurant, not even drink any water, and we didn't smell anything strange.

"Could it be... The Leaky Cauldron?" Dika slapped his forehead. "Those two drinks."

"That's why I said I hope you won't blame me," Aaron said shyly. "But don't worry, what I use isn't exactly a poison; it's harmless to the human body. You could say it's a kind of alternative tranquilizer!"

It has a remarkable effect on those who forcibly unleash their potential and fight with all their might, delaying their death by several minutes.

A normal person would only feel weak for about ten hours after using this technique, but he himself didn't perceive this weakness.

"Young Master, you're really... thoughtful!" Modo smile. "This kind of medicine must be very precious, isn't it a bit of a waste to give it to the two of us?"

"No waste, not a single bit." Aaron shook his head and said, "'If you don't use it, even the most precious treasure is just trash.' This saying is written in the ancestral precepts as 'It's all for nothing.'"

As it turns out, this statement is quite correct, but I've already been asked to return by the two of you.

Moreover, this medicine isn't that rare. I have a Potions master as my teacher, and an ancestor who took special care of me. The Lant Botanical Garden has all sorts of herbs, so I easily concocted it.

"Young Master is truly gifted!" Dika's lips twitched. "He even concocts his own poisons."

"I don't want to either!" Aaron shrugged. "If it were easier, who would want to learn so much? Isn't this all because we're forced to?"

Dika and Modo a wry smile, feeling angry at their young master for not knowing how lucky he was.

The two then stood together, assuming a fighting stance.

They understood very well that although their strength was greatly limited, it was not impossible to take down the young master; it would just take more time.

"Why bother?" Aaron, somewhat speechless. "You may be very confident, thinking we're evenly matched, but if I wanted to, you couldn't beat me."

If Aaron were to reclaim his Thought Form, his strength would instantly soar to the High-level Archmage. He could suppress the two guards, but that would be a last resort. He wouldn't give up this cheat code of his Thought Form unless absolutely necessary.

Even under equal circumstances, Aaron was confident he could take on two opponents at once.

They were indeed battle-hardened, but he was no pushover either. After this period of rigorous training, his intermediate Magic Array, while not yet at the instantaneous level, was not far off.

and...

"It's our duty," Modo said seriously. "If we fail once and fail a second time, we'll both be too ashamed to face anyone."

"You're right." Dika nodded in agreement, pointing his Wand at his young master. "Lord Jeans has always been resentful about your failure. If you were to get away with this, it would be truly unfair."

"Well!"

Aaron sighed deeply, uttering a deep, lingering syllable.

The purple Backpack suddenly exploded, and a white shadow shot out like an arrow and rushed to Aaron's side.

Abei nervously glanced back at the two dumbfounded people, then patted his pocket and said, "I've put all my money in there, so I can run away anytime."

"Don't worry too much. Their strength has been greatly reduced. Together they can only fight me to a draw."

But if another dragon were added to this fragile balance, the situation would be completely different; the advantage would be on my side!

Upon hearing this, Abei immediately became smug, turning around to face the two of them with bared teeth and claws, looking like a petty person who had achieved his goal, especially looking at Modo with disdain.

"Uh..." Aaron opened his mouth, "It's saying that you two also have a special day!"

Oh, right, Modo...

"I won't say anymore, young master," Modo interrupted with an awkward laugh. "I think I can tell."

Abei immediately flew to Aaron, flapped his wings, pointed at Modo, and begged his master to be his translator.

"I don't think you noticed." Aaron looked at the High-level Archmage with some sympathy. "It means: Weren't you very arrogant just now? Why are you so timid now?"

"Come here!"

Ridicule, ridicule, ridicule without any cover-up.

A volcano exploded in Modo's heart, and his anger soared to the heavens.

"Calm down, calm down!" Dika immediately advised. "It's a pet, you can't lose your composure."

"Is that just an ordinary pet? That's a highly intelligent dragon!" Modo said angrily. "Don't tell me you didn't see it provoke you."

Dika was speechless as he looked at Abei's raised paw, because a sharp claw was clearly visible in the sunlight.

"But it is, after all, the young master's pet."

"So what?"

"I can't swallow this insult without giving it a good beating. At worst, I'll get a scolding when I get back; the boss won't hit me for it, will he?" Modo said, giving Aaron a meaningful look. "Young Master, if you stand up for it afterward, I'll accept it."

"Don't worry, I'm a fair and just person."

I will never tolerate this bad habit of theirs, otherwise they might cause me a lot of trouble in the future!

"Then I'm relieved."

Abei's arrogant and haughty demeanor was immediately dampened, and he lowered his head guiltily.

"Hey, as Do-chan's partner, I still want to remind you to calm down."

Abei wasn't just the young master's pet; the young master and his wife also loved it dearly, and they would be back soon.

Upon hearing this, Modo's face twitched involuntarily.

The two golden amulets that had appeared on Abei almost blinded him.

"I'll give you face this time."

"No need to be so polite. If you deal with that dragon, I'll have to face the young master directly."

Winning isn't something to be proud of, but losing is truly tragic.

Modo:...

Give me back the gratitude I felt.

"Business is important. If we mess this up, I don't need to tell you the consequences!"

Modo snorted and looked directly at the man and dragon opposite him. "Young Master, please forgive me."

"I'll say it again, I won't blame you, but you shouldn't blame me either."

The two exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

Two brilliant white beams shot out from the tip of the Wand, swirling and intertwining in mid-air to form a white-blue ball of light, more than doubling its power.

"Abei, evil dragon... ptooey, Holy Dragon Roar."

Abei roared and entered the first stage of transformation, turning into a one-meter-long Young Dragon.

A fierce flame spewed from its mouth, colliding with the spells released by Dika and Modo, but the difference in strength was quite obvious, and the Dragon Breath was quickly suppressed.

Seeing this, Aaron shrugged, drew a green Magic Array, and mobilized the wind element in the air.

With the help of the wind, the fire was able to barely hold its own against the curse.

"So they're still a bit lacking after all?" Aaron murmured. Only now did he truly witness the combat prowess of these two guards. Even with their strength significantly reduced, they could probably still hold their own against Archmage.

"Young Master, it's almost over. You have no chance of winning," Dika shouted.

"That's Sickle you think. I know much more than that!" Aaron said, adding runes to the green Magic Array and transforming it into a higher-level Magic Array.

The wind gradually picked up, and the crimson Dragon Fire slowly engulfed the white ball of light.

The spell shattered, and the two were blown more than ten meters by the scorching hurricane before landing on the ground.

"Cough cough!" Modo scrambled to his feet, clutching his arm. His face was charred, and half of his sleeve was burned to ashes.

Dika was in a slightly worse state, but she still looked particularly disheveled.

It was only because Abei shut up at the last minute that they were able to, otherwise they probably would have had to go to the hospital.

"Thank you for your mercy, young master," Dika said helplessly. "We lost this time. You have plenty of time to leave before we recover."

Modo nodded with a complicated expression. Although he was somewhat unconvinced, neither of them were people who could not accept defeat, and they would not make excuses for their failure.

"Thank you," Aaron said with emotion. "I won by sheer luck this time. I have to admit that I really couldn't beat the two of you on my own. Luckily, I had a reliable helper."

To be honest, Jeans not coming with you is his biggest mistake this day.

Well then, goodbye Ming. Of course, if you can find me, we can meet earlier.

When Aaron said this, both Modo and Dika showed strange smiles, their eyes full of schadenfreude.

"Young master, why don't you turn around and take a look?" Dika said, suppressing a laugh. "There's a surprise."

"Forget it! Don't try to trick me now. I stopped using that trick ten years ago."

"No!" Modo said very seriously, "We've staked everything for the rest of our lives, including money, reputation, dignity, and even our lives. We're absolutely not lying to you."

"Don't say things like that. Unless a contract is signed, anything can be fake," Aaron said calmly, his head quickly turning to the back of his head.

"You see, I knew there was nothing there."

"Perhaps you didn't look carefully enough, young master."

Jeans ' voice came from the side, and Aaron couldn't help but shudder, struggling to turn his face away.

Jeans gave Aaron a warm smile, then stepped aside, revealing a man and a woman behind him.

"Dad, Mom," Aaron said, forcing a smile, "Aren't you supposed to be back in a few hours?"

"That might be true for Muggle," Lisana said with a smile as she picked up Abei. "But we are Warlock, Apparition can save us a lot of time."

Aaron's heart sank slightly. "When did you arrive?"

"Maybe a little earlier than you thought." Vico rubbed his eyes and yawned as he said, "After getting off the train, I heard from Jeans that you had learned Apparition, and Number Three and Number Four are also looking for you."

I couldn't wait to bring you here to see the show, and I have to admit, it was fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

He is meticulous, seizes every opportunity, and is ruthless in his methods, yet he knows how to maintain boundaries. He is quite capable and can fight opponents of higher levels.

"He's truly my son. Your grandfather would be so happy if he knew."

"You..." Aaron looked at Dika and Modo, and said angrily, "You have no sportsmanship! Don't you have any conscience at hiring foreign aid of this caliber?"

"Young Master, this is a huge misunderstanding," Dika said. "We haven't done anything."

"They really didn't do anything," Vico explained. "As the head of the Gaius family, one should have certain privileges, such as being able to know where you are whenever I want."

Don't misunderstand, Gaius values bloodlines very much. This magic will take effect from the moment you are born, but its fundamental purpose is protection.

"Unless absolutely necessary, I will never use this magic in my entire life."

"What is that?"

"I'm not home now. Even if I were, I wouldn't care if you left home on your own," Vico said nonchalantly. "But today is different."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips curled into a bitter smile.

No wonder none of the ancestors looked at him anymore; it turns out that his location was a precise coordinate in Vico's eyes.