Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Aeron and Pelenore dismounted from their horses, finding a concealed spot in a bushy area. The air hung heavy with tension as they sat in silence for a moment, contemplating the perilous path that lay ahead.

Aeron broke the quietude, his gaze fixed on Pelenore, "Do I really have to do this? Once we cross this border, there's no telling what Voldemort will do to us."

Pelenore, looking at Aeron with a scoff, corrected him, "Say you. There's no telling what he'd do to you. You're the one he has a grudge against, not me."

Aeron sighed, feeling the weight of the impending confrontation. He looked at Pelenore and remarked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" A playful smile crept up on Pelenore's aged face, and he admitted, "A little bit."

Shaking his head, Aeron let out another sigh, resigning himself to the inevitable. "Let's go then."

Pelenore, as if to remind Aeron of the stakes, cautioned him, "Remember, no matter what happens, do not fight back."

As they crossed the border,