A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"But he and I got along quite well in Slytherin." Aaron pursed his lips, then nodded to Harry and the others. "Those are Gryffindor friends."

"The Weasley family and Harry Potter?" Genes raised an eyebrow; his red hair and the scar on his forehead were enough to identify them.

"Young Master's social skills are really quite good!"

"Absolutely."

At that moment, a chubby figure came into their view; in terms of width, Hagrid probably couldn't even match him.

He stared angrily at Harry, with a thin woman and a chubby boy standing behind him.

“It’s clear that Harry Potter’s family background isn’t very good, and his family doesn’t seem to like him,” Genes said. “And this is in public.”

It's truly lamentable that such a famous figure in the magical world grew up in such an environment.

However, he was lucky. From the moment he entered Hogwarts, his fate changed, and it will continue to change in the future.

But before that, he had to live this life of dependence on others.

"On this point, I agree with you."

evening.

Aaron returned home, and the house-elf skillfully carried his suitcase to his bedroom.

Abe also took off his outer clothes and happily flapped his wings in the castle hall.

It can only act so recklessly at home; once it leaves the house, if it doesn't have some kind of disguise, Aaron will throw it back without hesitation.

Vico and Lisanna were overjoyed to see their beloved son return and gave him a hug.

"You've grown quite a bit taller." Lisanna looked at Aaron, who was over 1.6 meters tall, with satisfaction in her eyes.

"How are you feeling at school?" Vico coughed. "If you regret it, I'll arrange for you to transfer schools immediately."

"Well... that won't be necessary!" Aaron said with an embarrassed smile. "Dad, I'm doing quite well in Slytherin."

"Really?" Vico said sarcastically. "Do you know why we came back?"

On one hand, I miss my son; on the other hand, your principal wrote me a letter.

Dumbledore praised you highly, saying your performance was truly outstanding. You dared to scheme against the Professor in his fight against Voldemort; how many lives do you have?

“Exactly.” Lisanna’s expression immediately turned serious. “We know you don’t do things you’re not sure of, but this is really too risky.”

Moreover, Abe's identity has been exposed, and both the Black and White Demon Kings now know of its existence.

You've only been in school for a year, and you've already caused quite a bit of trouble.

"That was an accident," Aaron said with a somewhat guilty smile, but in his heart he was cursing Dumbledore to death. How dare that old bastard complain?

It's likely that Dumbledore started writing the letter after he left the headmaster's office, otherwise his parents wouldn't have returned at such a opportune time.

“Dumbledore has already seen the guarantee. He knows our family’s influence, and I think he might try to get us on board to fight Voldemort.”

“It’s not a possibility, it’s a certainty,” Vico said with certainty. “A white wizard who has lived for over a hundred years couldn’t have lived that long if he wasn’t cunning.”

Voldemort didn't die; that's the consensus among intelligent people. How could a dark wizard who was so close to becoming a Saint Magus die so easily? It's a pity he narrowed his path; otherwise, he might have gone even further.

Even so, he was still in considerable danger.

It's an absolute joke that someone like that died at the hands of a child.

Dumbledore was aware of this as well, and he had ten years to prepare, and I believe he was very well prepared.

But he also lacked confidence, after all, Voldemort was a powerful figure of the same level as him, and had a large number of followers, so it was only a matter of time before he made a comeback.

At that moment, a large wizarding family happened to come into his view, and it would be hard to believe he didn't have some ulterior motives.

However, he will later find that his attempt to target our family was a complete waste of time and brought shame upon himself.

Of course, the Dark Lord is the same.

"So confident?" Aaron asked, somewhat surprised.

He also has confidence in his family, but this confidence is based on his own potential.

Given time, he could easily have the power to capsize the ship before Dumbledore could completely pull him onto it.

Even if things really come to a head, as long as the large magic arrays inside the castle are activated, the Holy Archmage might not be able to break in. That's his real confidence.

What does it matter to me if things are in chaos outside? I can still live a peaceful life behind closed doors.

Lucius used to be a Death Eater, but after Voldemort's downfall, he still managed to escape unscathed thanks to the Malfoy family's wealth and connections, and thrived in the industry.

The Gaius family has a stronger foundation than the Malfoy family; surely they shouldn't be outdone by them!

“Confidence is justified,” Vico said calmly with a smile. “Since the beginning of the magical age, countless brilliant talents have emerged, including wizards even more powerful than Dumbledore and Riddle.”

Many ambitious dark wizards have also considered gaining the support of reclusive families, because compared to pure-bloods, we have a much greater influence on the magical world.

But without exception, they all eventually gave up.

All four families have been visited, the worst being Archmages, including Salazar Slytherin of Hogwarts.

However, we were a little more unlucky. A few centuries before Christ, a god of magic came to visit us.

His attitude at the time was extremely tough: submit or die. He was incredibly arrogant.

"And then?" Aaron asked impatiently.

"Heh heh, guess... hiss!"

Vico had intended to whet his son's appetite, but the next moment his wife pinched his arm, causing him to gasp in surprise.

“Our ancestors were very polite in inviting him into the castle for a cup of tea. He left dejectedly, promising never to do anything foolish like that again.”

"What happens next?"

"That's all!" Vico shrugged casually. "What else do you want to hear?"

Aaron: ......

"Of course that's the reason. Our defense system shouldn't be able to stop a magic god!"

"Want to know why?" Vico smiled meaningfully, while Lisanna looked at her son with a mocking expression.

Aaron knew it was hopeless when he saw this. In this family, as long as the Gaius couple stood on the same side, he, as their son, would have no say.

Moreover, the reason is very reasonable: his age is a major disadvantage, and at twelve years old, he is not suitable to access family secrets.

“Come find me after dinner, and I can tell you part of the reason,” Vico suddenly said.

Aaron was taken aback, a mix of surprise and confusion in his voice. "Are you sure you want to tell me? Isn't this a bit too early?"

“In the other three families, it might be earlier, but in our family, as long as you have the strength, you are qualified to know these things, and you must know them.” Vic said, his gaze falling on the ring on Aaron’s hand. “As expected of my son, I was considered a genius when I was in school, but I only entered the realm of advanced magician at the age of fourteen.”

"It turns out your son is better than you."

“That’s something to be proud of,” Lisanna laughed, then waved towards the ceiling and hugged Abe. “Son, has your pet gotten fat?”

"Well... the school food isn't as good as home-cooked meals, but the portions are huge!"

"It's time for it to lose weight."

"Don't worry, Madam, the diet plan for weight loss is already being drafted and should be ready by tomorrow morning," Genes said with a smile.

Abe immediately began to express his dissatisfaction, kicking his four white claws back and forth and flapping his wings incessantly.

"There's no use in worrying. If you don't lose weight soon, I won't be able to carry you anymore." Lisanna didn't seem to care, but seeing Abe's pitiful eyes, she couldn't help but take a step back. "I'll give you an extra chicken leg tonight."

Unmoved, Abe intensified her efforts to act cute.

Just as Aaron was about to pull it over, Lisanna couldn't hold back any longer. "From now on, we'll improve its diet every three days. We really can't go any further."

Abe immediately fell silent, leaving Aaron to sigh that he was too late.

During dinner, Aaron was distracted, looking at his father across the table, particularly curious about the family's secrets.

The others ate their meals peacefully, as it was a rare opportunity for the family to get together.

Only Abe was there, frantically gnawing on the plate, his belly bulging out, without stopping, making clinking noises every now and then, but no one seemed to mind.

They all understood Abe's thoughts. This was a highly intelligent dragon, and it knew very well that tonight was one of the few feasts of its holiday, and that it would have to tighten its belt and live frugally like humans afterward.

Chapter 99 How many secret rooms does our house actually have?

After dinner, Aaron hugged Abe and followed closely behind his father and the butler.

He had walked this road many times, but this was the first time he had ever felt so nervous.

Vico stopped in front of a gate, turned around and looked at his son meaningfully, "Ready?"

Tonight you will learn the secret to the Gaius family's enduring prosperity.

Aaron nodded solemnly. He had been to the treasure vault more than once or twice, and he knew the contents very well. Although they were rare, they were not exactly secrets.

"You might be wondering why I brought you here."

In fact, most established wizarding families have their own secret chambers, and our family is no exception.

"It's well hidden!" Aaron exclaimed. "I've been around here so many times, but I don't seem to have found anything."

"Of course you won't discover it, because what matters is never the treasure trove, but the method."

Vico took out a bunch of keys, all of the same style but made of different materials.

Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily. He also had the same key, a birthday gift from his grandfather.

"My dear grandson! You've grown up now, it's time for you to learn about our family's heritage."

He remembered those words clearly; they moved him deeply at the time.

But looking back now, it was all a setup.

That iron key was nothing compared to the one in Vico's hand. This bunch was clearly much more high-end, with gold, silver, copper, wood, and a few others made of materials that were hard to identify.

"If one key corresponds to one secret room, then... how many secret rooms are there in our house?"

"It's a little more than you think."

When your grandfather brought me here, my expression was exactly the same as yours, but I was fifteen years old then and could handle much more.

Enough with the small talk, I'll show you something new today.

Vico said smugly, then inserted a key into the lock.