A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

He had also visited the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office several times. Lockhart's office was filled with various portraits of him, Lupin's office was filled with all sorts of strange magical creatures, and the fake Moody's office was filled with all sorts of magical artifacts.

Umbridge, on the other hand, completely transformed the office, covering everything with lace tablecloths and tablecloths, and hanging plates of all sizes on the walls, each containing a different breed of cat.

"Today, you'll be punished by copying some sentences, Mr. Potter."

Harry breathed a slight sigh of relief. It was just copying sentences, which wasn't too difficult compared to punishments like patrolling the Forbidden Forest at night or cleaning the prize room.

Harry was about to take out his quill when Umbridge stopped him.

“No, not with your quill, you’ll need a special pen I made,” Umbridge said, placing a long, sharp black quill in front of him. “Now, I want you to write ‘I cannot lie.’”

“How many times?”

“Well…” Umbridge said softly, “I’m writing this sentence so that it’s deeply imprinted in my mind.”

“You didn’t give me any ink,” Harry said.

“You don’t need ink.” Umbridge turned her face away, her lips curving upwards, looking like she wanted to laugh but dared not.

Harry didn't mind; it was normal for a magic pen not to need ink.

He picked up the pen and began to write on the parchment. It was indeed a magic pen, capable of writing in bright red ink even without ink.

"hiss!"

Harry suddenly gasped in pain as the words 'I cannot lie,' identical to those on the parchment, appeared as if carved into the back of his hand.

But those bright red wounds healed rapidly within a second, as if they had never occurred.

Now he understood why the pen had no ink: the ink was the user's blood.

He had underestimated Umbridge's kindness; she was far more twisted, insane, and cruel than he had imagined. This was undoubtedly the most dangerous and painful confinement he had ever experienced.

Writing sentences? It's more accurate to say bleeding.

"What's wrong?" Umbridge blinked at him innocently.

Harry, gritting his teeth against the pain, stubbornly said, "It's nothing."

“That’s right.” Umbridge smiled smugly and asked meaningfully, “Because you know very well that you do deserve to be punished.”

"Is that right, Mr. Potter?"

Harry didn't answer; he knew Umbridge was laughing at him.

He showed no weakness, silently writing "I cannot lie" on the paper again and again. Bright red bloodstains kept appearing, healing, reappearing, and healing on the back of his hand in a cycle.

Harry Potter didn't admit his mistake or humbly submit, which disappointed Umbridge a little, but she didn't take it to heart.

This is only the first day, so it's expected that he can handle it.

But this confinement will last for a week, and she will definitely teach Harry Potter a lesson he will never forget.

I believe that in a week, the words "I cannot lie" will be etched on the back of his hand, and he will have to think twice before spreading those rumors about the resurrection of the Dark Lord.

......

Sunday, early morning.

Aaron signed in as usual, and then prepared to take Abe to the auditorium for breakfast.

But as soon as they reached the common room, Draco reminded them, "There's a package for you here."

"A package?" Aaron was taken aback for a moment, but then he perked up immediately.

He strode over to Draco and saw a neatly square package on the table. He couldn't contain his joy.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, somewhat puzzled. "I've never seen you so happy before."

“What do you know?” Aaron said. “Four years! I’ve suffered for four whole years. Can’t I even be happy to see a glimmer of hope today?”

Draco's lips twitched slightly, but this was probably Aaron's private matter, so he didn't pry.

What did your uncle give you?

"Knowledge, the knowledge I want." Aaron revealed a mysterious smile, then, with excitement, opened the package with slightly trembling hands.

As expected, there was a wooden box inside.

In addition, there was a note: Young Master, I have successfully completed my mission. I persuaded you with reason and emotion and finally got what you wanted.

Aaron smiled slightly, and crimson flames bloomed at his fingertips, instantly burning the note to ashes.

As expected, Genes did not disappoint him; his efficiency was even higher than he had anticipated.

What he said before the start of the semester was indeed from the bottom of his heart. Four years of practicing elemental magic arrays had indeed made him a little annoyed, but he couldn't give up elemental magic just because he was annoyed. He was just venting his frustrations.

But to everyone's surprise, Genes got things done in just one week, persuading the ancestor Wicht to teach him new magic.

Draco, curious, tried to open the wooden box, but as soon as his hand approached, a blood-red magic circle appeared on the box, forcing him back several steps.

"What is this thing?" Draco exclaimed in shock.

“You can think of it as a special kind of lock. It contains the secrets of the Gaius family, and it’s not so easy for outsiders to open,” Aaron explained, then pricked his finger under Draco’s gaze.

A drop of blood fell onto the wooden box, the magic circle slowly disappeared, and the wooden box shattered into wood chips.

"This is... a Vanishing Charm?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron almost stumbled, speechless, and said, "This has absolutely nothing to do with the Vanishing Spell."

After cleaning away the sawdust, a small wooden box appeared in the package.

Aaron's face twitched slightly as he looked at the extra brown wooden box. "What the hell! Where did this nesting doll come from?"

Draco barely managed to suppress a laugh. "There's another note inside."

“I saw it.” Aaron picked up the note, but it wasn’t written by Genes; it was written for him by Wehrmacht, and it only had two simple sentences on it:

If you're really ready, then open this box. Inside are two kinds of magic you've never learned before.

However, I want to remind you to be mentally prepared.

"Nonsense." Aaron smiled dismissively. They'd come this far, and you think you can make him give up with just a few words? No way.

"I'm skipping breakfast, and don't bother me before noon," Aaron said, then picked up his suitcase and returned to his dormitory.

Aaron placed the wooden crate on the table and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

But just as he was about to open it, all sorts of colorful magic circles appeared on it.

Five forbidden elemental magic circles—water, fire, wind, earth, and lightning—are inscribed on the five sides of the box.

Countless magic circles, ranging from low-level to high-level, intertwined like chains, forming five intricate locks with the forbidden magic circle, securing the box tightly.

"Heh!" Aaron shook his head, rubbing his forehead. "Is it really necessary to play me like this?"

This was definitely the work of Vihert. Genes couldn't have created those forbidden magic circles, let alone this insane security lock.

This was to teach him to solve the problems one by one, from easy to difficult. If he made a mistake, the magic circle would turn the contents of the box into powder, which was even more exciting than defusing a bomb.

Defusing a bomb only requires cutting one wire, but he had to cut countless wires.

But as frustrating as I am, I still have to open this lock!

"Abe, give me the things."

Saint Dragon nodded, rummaged in his pocket for a while, and took out a bottle of soothing agent.

This potion can calm and soothe anxiety. After making it in Potions class, Aaron didn't hesitate to pack a portion for himself, and he never expected to use it today.

After taking a large gulp of the soothing medicine and a few deep breaths, Aaron finally got down to the tedious work.

He didn't leave his desk for the entire morning.

He had a huge stack of draft paper, and various elemental magics of different attributes were imprinted on the corresponding positions. He had also used up most of his magic energy before he could barely open the box.

Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead. In just a few hours, he had come to understand the greatness of the locksmith profession, but he also understood how difficult it was to be a locksmith.

"Now comes the exciting moment." Aaron rubbed his hands together, his initial excitement turning into trepidation.

However, his anxiety vanished instantly upon opening the wooden box, replaced by an urge to curse, because inside was an even smaller rectangular brocade box.

But he quickly calmed down, because it really was just an ordinary brocade box, and there was no intention to continue nesting dolls.

Aaron opened the brocade box and the first thing he saw was a letter. Underneath the envelope were two ancient magic books.

The letter flew up after the brocade box was opened. It looked around before slowly splitting open like a mouth.

“It seems it has been opened.” Vicht’s voice came from the letter. “It didn’t disappoint me. To be able to do this, you must at least be a Saint Magister.”

"Saint Magister? Who do you think you are?" Aaron thought to himself. That was just a small goal for him right now, which he could achieve in three to five years at most.

"However, I still hope you can reconsider carefully and not waste unnecessary energy on other things," the envelope continued. "I can understand feeling bored; it's only natural."

But you spent four years raising your elemental magic circle to its current level; you can't possibly spend another four years learning something else!

After saying that, the mouth on the envelope spat out a ball of flame, burning itself to ashes.

"Stop nagging!" Aaron said irritably, then eagerly opened the spellbook.

One book is about light magic, which records everything from low-level magic circles to forbidden magic circles, including the structure of stars, the patterns of the array diagrams, and the proportion of magical energy input.

The other book is about dark magic, and its content is similar to that of light magic.

"Good heavens, this is really good heavens." A bitter smile appeared on Aaron's lips. He thought he could have a change of pace, but he didn't expect it to be elemental magic, and it seemed to be even more difficult to learn than the other five.

He wanted to take a different path, not make the path he was on more thorny.

“Master,” Abe pointed to the brocade box, “there are more things inside.”

"call!"

Aaron's mood calmed down a little.

I knew my ancestor still cared about me. But then again, even after a beating, there's always a sweet treat. He wouldn't mistreat his own descendants like that!

But instead of a new magic book, the box contained a blank parchment.

Aaron picked it up and frowned slightly. "Show yourself quickly."

Soon, a line of text appeared:

Congratulations on making your choice. However, you'll need to practice two new elemental magic spells during your upcoming holidays.

Second Austrian!

Several clear black lines appeared on Aaron's forehead, and he slumped into the chair, tears welling up in his eyes.