A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Genes is too loyal, but this loyalty is to the Gaius family. The patriarch is definitely the first priority. As for him, the young master, he is probably not quite up to par with his ancestors.

Genes led Aaron to the restaurant, where a fine breakfast and a hangover soup were laid out on the table.

As for Abe, he was still an apple, but yesterday he witnessed Abe's true nature and knew that this breakfast was not even enough to fill a tooth gap for him, so he simply added a large portion of roast meat for him.

Sure enough, Abe's expression improved considerably upon seeing the meat.

"Haha! I'm not thinking about making it lose weight anymore."

"No, the weight loss was decided by my wife, and I can't change it."

"But besides eating less, another way is to exercise more," Genes explained. "Last night, in addition to making a schedule, I also prepared a big toy that will definitely keep Abe working up a good sweat."

Hearing this, Aaron gave Abe a sympathetic look, but the young dragon was enjoying its meal and clearly didn't take Genes' words to heart.

......

We entered the secret room.

Aaron skillfully picked up the sword and began training, trying his best to turn his grief and anger into motivation and vent his anger.

Abe, meanwhile, stared into thought at the large hamster treadmill placed in the corner.

What is this thing? Is it a weight loss device for dragons?

This is a blatant insult!

However, just as it was about to refuse, Genes picked it up, put it on the hamster treadmill, and gave it a push.

Swish!

The hamster treadmill started spinning, and Abe, caught off guard, could only follow along.

After running for half a minute, Abe glared at Genes and quickly spread his wings, his pure white feathers standing out in the armory.

Just as it was about to fly away, Genes took out his little notebook.

With a tap of the wand, the pages of colorful pictures on the screen magnified several times and flew to Abe's side. "This is your lunch, but only if you behave well."

If we don't run hard, we might have to cut some parts.

So, how much you can eat is up to you.

"Hey, hey, hey! That's going too far!" Aaron said, both amused and exasperated. "Using thirty portions of food to lure a dragon cub that's not even a year old, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Young master, you want it to be well-fed, but madam wants it to lose weight."

It's really difficult for me to be caught in the middle, so I came up with this solution.

This diet plan is carefully calculated so that, as long as the amount of exercise is sufficient, the calories burned will definitely exceed the calories consumed.

If it still can't lose weight, there's only one possibility: it's secretly eating.

Upon hearing this, Abe glanced guiltily at his pocket.

It must be admitted that the Seamless Stretch Spell is a rather convenient spell, and only it knows how much it has stockpiled since its inception.

"Cough cough!"

Aaron coughed, and Abe immediately snapped out of his daze, raising his head and pretending nothing was wrong.

It glanced at the lunch it had to work hard for, and then ran with all its might.

In the actual combat, Aaron's opponent was still wearing a suit of armor that had been transformed.

But after everything that happened yesterday, he was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger!

Now that a ready-made punching bag is right in front of me, what am I waiting for!

Aaron was in excellent form, charging forward relentlessly. Having already been beaten once, he had no reservations and only knew how to attack.

After enduring three punches, he finally managed to knock off the opponent's helmet.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Genes clapped excitedly and said, "Fantastic! Young Master, you've made rapid progress!"

"Ha! No need to praise me, I know my own worth."

If it were an ordinary person, without any defensive spells cast, one punch would probably kill them.

"That's true, but compared to yesterday's two consecutive losses, there has been considerable improvement today."

“Yes!” Aaron rolled his eyes at him. “After meeting the twenty-eight ancestors, my state of mind was elevated to a whole new level.”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Genes changed the subject. “Young Master has completed the first phase of training, so let’s begin the second phase!”

"Are you going to take on two?" Aaron waved his longsword, tapped the blade with his index finger to make a crisp sound, and smiled slightly. "I'm ready. I feel like I can take on three of them today."

"Not really!"

Genes used a shapeshifting spell to restore the armor on the ground. It slowly walked to the shelf, took down a longsword, and with a powerful swing of its hand, a shallow sword mark appeared on the ground.

Gulu!

Upon seeing this, Aaron couldn't help but shudder, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably.

With his small frame and the Iron Armor Spell, he could barely withstand one or two punches, but having a weapon and not having one are two completely different things. That suit of armor could probably send him flying with a single sword strike.

"That's going too far!"

"That's not excessive. This way, young master can fully understand the importance of weapons."

"Don't worry, young master, it will stop when it's time to stop," Genes said with a smile, then looked at the armor. "Let's begin!"

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light shone on the armor.

The armor that had just assumed an attack stance shattered into pieces in an instant.

Genes stared in disbelief, then turned to look at Aaron, who pretended to blow on his wand. "This move is called 'Fragmentation,' and it's incredibly effective against things that are pieced together."

"this..."

"What is this?"

Didn't someone tell me that you can use any means necessary to deal with an enemy?

"Young Master!" Genes said with a stern face, "That makes sense, but it's better to be serious during training."

"I know, I know.

I was just making a little joke.

Genes breathed a sigh of relief and used his transformation spell again to restore his armor.

But after he finished, he was still a little uneasy, so he reached out his hand to Aaron, "Wand."

"It's not appropriate!"

"Young master, in this secret room, I am your teacher."

This is now what the teacher is asking of the students.

Upon hearing this, Aaron realized he had displeased Genes and reluctantly handed over his two wands.

The battle resumed, and Aaron was struck in the chest by a sword less than five rounds after exchanging blows with the armored warrior. He staggered back several steps before coming to a stop.

Ouch! That really hurts!

I think I have a broken rib.

"Young Master, you should save that for lying to Madam!" Genes added another Iron Armor Spell to Aaron's body and said helplessly, "I definitely won't believe it. At most, that blow will make you feel like you've been whipped by a willow branch."

There will definitely be pain, but there will never be injury.

"You're incredibly boring when you're being boring!" Aaron stood up, picked up his sword, and pointed it at the armor. "Again!"

Next, Aaron was put into a beating mode.

He could feel the pain in his body every time, but every time he stood up, he would say "Again." His perseverance left Genes speechless.

Chapter 114 The Meaningful First Lesson

After more than a dozen rounds of battles, Aaron was panting heavily, his body covered in bruises, looking extremely miserable.

But Genes wasn't too worried. He was an experienced person and knew very well that these were just external injuries, and he didn't even need to use any potions. He could just apply some medicated wine, get some sleep, and he would be fully healed by tomorrow.

"Young master, that concludes today's swordsmanship lesson."

"really?"

"Really, it's been two hours already."

"I must admit, young master, you are quite dedicated during training."

"Then give me back my wand."

Genes immediately complied, placing the two wands in Aaron's hands.

"Split into pieces!"

Aaron cast a spell on the armor, and watching it turn into pieces made him feel much better.

"Young Master, there's no point in doing this."

"But it makes me feel good," Aaron said calmly. "What about my Abbey?"

"In..." Genes pointed to the hamster treadmill in the corner, his expression becoming particularly interesting, "I underestimated the allure of delicious food to foodies."

As Abe ran wildly, the hamster treadmill he had meticulously crafted spun rapidly, with wisps of smoke even rising from some of the joints.

If this continues, it'll probably be long before it's scrapped.

Aaron laughed, walked over, picked up Abe, and gave it an approving look. "Well done, your lunch will definitely be very lavish."

Abe gave a big smile, took the several pages of color pictures, and carefully put them into his pocket.

Upon entering the first secret chamber, Aaron took a deep breath and summoned the memories of his ancestor Arg through the black stone pillar.

"Who hit you?" Arger asked coldly. "Tell me, and I'll have Viko kill him."

Gaius's descendants must not be bullied by outsiders.

“Family!” Aaron exclaimed, deeply moved. “Blood is thicker than water after all.”