A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"You only let him rest for three days? Is this how you treat your young master?"

"I apologize, young master, it was my carelessness."

"How about a month?" Genes asked tentatively. "A month should be enough for the young master to rest properly. Any longer would be really not enough. The family's mission must be completed."

"That's more like it, I can barely accept it."

"Alright, then I will immediately arrange the class schedule for the next month for the young master."

"Classes? Timetable?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, his face twitching slightly. "You mean I have to attend tutoring classes for a month before my trip?"

“Yes,” Genes said bluntly. “Young Master can rest for a few days after he returns, but it would be better not to waste time before setting off.”

I watched the young master's battle with the Death Eaters up close. His use of various spells was quite good, but his combat level was worse than I expected.

Therefore, the upcoming class schedule will be modified accordingly, so young master should be prepared.

"Tch! I was just stalling for time." Aaron glared at Genes and continued, "so that certain people could get over in time after receiving my distress signal."

Fighting and acting at the same time must be exhausting, otherwise I'm confident I could kill over 80% of the Death Eaters.

But I never expected that I had misplaced my trust.

Some people arrived much earlier, but only showed up when my life was in danger.

Genes paused slightly, carefully recalling Aaron's battle that day in his mind. It seemed that there was indeed a hint of perfunctoriness in the thrill.

Realizing this, Genes immediately changed his expression, saying awkwardly but politely, "Young Master, this is a misunderstanding. Your class schedule for this holiday won't be that strict."

Aside from a few required courses, you can arrange the rest yourself.

Aaron rolled his eyes. It was only because he couldn't win now that he knew how; otherwise, he would definitely have found a way to fight back.

......

The alarm clock rang precisely at six o'clock in the morning.

Aaron sat up in bed and yawned lazily.

It's still more comfortable to sleep at home, and I don't have to worry about so many trivial things.

After a quick breakfast, Aaron took Abe and followed Genes into the forge.

Arg was hammering a longsword that shimmered with a milky white light. A deep, resonant hum echoed throughout the forge, sounding vast and powerful.

The crimson magma formed red patterns, and with each hammer blow, wisps of red light seeped into the sword.

After an unknown amount of time, Arger finally stopped what he was doing and threw the sword into the furnace.

"Huh? I thought it was finished?" Aaron said with a regretful look.

"You wish! That's just a sword prototype, not even a half-finished product." Arger poured cold water on Aaron's enthusiasm. "A divine artifact isn't just about being indestructible; it also needs special abilities..."

The piece I've crafted for you is close to being a masterpiece, if not a life-changing achievement, but it's still far from complete and requires many more rare materials.

Aaron nodded, then gave Abe a wink.

With a reluctant expression, Holy Dragon pulled out heavy silver and fire element crystals from his pocket.

A glint of light flashed in Arger's eyes, and he quickly took the two pieces of ore into his hands. "With these two sword blanks, we can barely finish it."

"What else?" Aaron urged Abe, "Hurry up and bring it out!"

It poked at each other with its two white paws and struggled for a while before finally managing to remove a glass bottle.

"The tears of the phoenix, I think this thing might be of some use."

Arger pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. "It is indeed useful, but the amount is too small. Otherwise, it could have given the sword certain special properties."

"I'll find a way to get more." Aaron gritted his teeth, feeling that he couldn't sympathize with Fox too much. For the sake of his artifact, it was only right for Phoenix to shed a few more tears.

“No need,” Arg laughed. “Lant has enough spiritual liquid to replace the Phoenix’s tears.”

call!

Aaron secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, bullying Fawkes would have to get past Dumbledore. Once or twice was fine, but if it happened too often, the old man would turn on him.

"Ancestor, have the firearms I requested been prepared?"

“Almost.” Arger snapped his fingers, and countless intricate parts floated in mid-air. “Everything you wanted is here. What’s missing…”

"Blood, I know."

Aaron immediately slashed his palm, and some of the bright red blood flew out of the wound and was absorbed by the magic array on the part.

Arge raised an eyebrow, waved his hand, and all the parts assembled automatically.

After a while, revolvers, automatic pistols, light sniper rifles, and heavy sniper rifles floated in front of Aaron.

"A revolver has a six-round capacity and is slightly less powerful than a flintlock pistol, but its advantage is that it is much easier to replace ammunition."

I redesigned the automatic pistol; it has a sixteen-round capacity, but the magic circle on it can convert magic into ammunition.

Theoretically, as long as there is enough magic power, the bullets are unlimited. Of course, these bullets are definitely not as powerful as enchanted bullets.

Light sniper rifles have a longer range and are easier to operate, while heavy sniper rifles have an even longer range but are not as easy to use.

You'll have to figure it out yourself on your own.

Aaron nodded repeatedly, inspecting each firearm one by one. The comfortable texture and exquisite appearance made him love them.

Fortunately, there's a shooting range in the family's secret room, so I'll have to test the performance of these guns properly later.

Having obtained the weapons he had longed for, Aaron was in high spirits, and a satisfied smile remained on his face as he left the secret room.

Aaron went to the other secret chambers in order to greet the more than twenty ancestors, letting them test whether his professional skills had declined, and also began this year's learning tasks.

Magic circles are a compulsory course, and both Genes and Aaron attach great importance to this type of magic. In addition, medicine and botany have also been added to this year's curriculum.

Chapter 422 Preparing Self-Defense Tools? The Inescapable Process of Being Pressured to Marry

boom! boom! boom!

Bullets kept hitting the target.

Abe cheered earnestly from the sidelines, while Genes helplessly recorded the ring count in his notebook.

“Every shot hits above the eight-ring mark; the accuracy is already quite high,” Genes said calmly.

"You used to be much more serious when you had me train my marksmanship, why are you getting impatient now?"

"I'm not impatient, but I feel it's a bit inappropriate for you, young master, to use the magical weapon that Lord Arg painstakingly crafted as a weapon for an ordinary Muggle."

Aaron rubbed the automatic pistol in his hand and chuckled, "I'm just getting used to this weapon. It's my first time experiencing using my own magical energy to convert bullets without changing the magazine."

I don't want to use it as a training gun either, but the enchanted bullets I've made so far are only suitable for flintlock rifles, and the bullets can't be loaded into the magazine at all.

Besides, enchanted bullets are quite precious; I wouldn't dare use them as training ammo.

Genes shook his head helplessly, speechless for a moment.

"When will Viko and the others be back?"

They promised three days, but half a month has passed. Do they even care about me anymore?

"Uh...there was a small mishap," Genes chuckled awkwardly. "Wasn't Voldemort back?"

"Stop joking, those two shouldn't have been captured by Voldemort, right?"

"That's not the case, but... because of his resurrection, the magic world is now in turmoil, and some hidden magical creatures are stirring."

The patriarch and his wife needed to clarify the stance of Gaius and the other three major families to various powers and races, so their return was a little later.

Aaron frowned slightly. "Is this necessary?"

There is a difference between tacit agreement and explicit statement.

“That’s true.” Aaron nodded, then looked at Genes and said, “Since the magical world isn’t so safe anymore, how about preparing some items for me to protect myself?”

Genes: ......

"The young master usually has personal protection, and Dumbledore is also there to oversee Hogwarts..."

Halfway through his sentence, Genes met Aaron's disdainful gaze and immediately changed his words, saying, "Young Master can take whatever he wants from the treasure vault."

"You know that's not what I want." Aaron rolled his eyes. The vault contained many priceless treasures, but he had no use for any of them. What he needed were things that could enhance his combat power or temporarily save his life.

“Young Master,” Genes sighed, “have you ever seen a wizarding family pass on their family’s heritage to a child who is still in school?”

Moreover, to some extent, with our protection, as long as you don't cause trouble, young master, your situation isn't dangerous; in fact, it's quite safe. You won't need those things at all.

"I understand what you're saying, but those things are just gathering dust. If you don't give them to me, who will?"

“Master and Madam,” Genes said, puffing out his chest with an air of self-righteousness.

puff!

Aaron nearly choked on his breath. "What did you say?"

"The first thing your father did after inheriting the position of clan leader was to remove the six bodyguards that the old clan leader had arranged for him. The second thing he did was to equip himself with a complete set of magical armor. He said that this way he would feel safe when taking his wife out."

"Huh?" Aaron's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but give a wry smile. "As expected of my father, his idea is exactly what I was thinking."

“Uh…” Genes hesitated before continuing, “The clan chief also said the same thing, and the old clan chief probably did the same back then.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron was completely dumbfounded.

He never expected that the family's resources would not be used to support the family's hopes, but rather to benefit the current head of the family.

But upon closer reflection, it seemed to make sense, though it was something he found hard to accept.

......

A week later.

Aaron had just dragged his weary body out of Wicht's secret chamber when Genes hurried over.

"We can talk about it later. Let me rest for a while," Aaron said weakly.

Just now, he asked Ancestor Wicht to demonstrate the destructive power of forbidden magic.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was thoroughly outmaneuvered for half an hour, because he hadn't even learned to run yet, but he was already thinking about flying.

The old man used only basic-level magic arrays and was very measured in his actions, truly managing to inflict pain without causing serious injury, but it still caused the old man immense suffering.

In other words, his physique is exceptionally strong. If an ordinary person were beaten like that, they wouldn't even last half a minute, let alone half an hour.