A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

But Aaron has enjoyed working behind the counter for the past few years. Firstly, as the boss, he can feel a sense of involvement, and secondly, dealing with all kinds of customers every day is a pleasure.

However, he was rather unenthusiastic today. After sitting for less than an hour, he handed over the work to Genes with a resentful expression and took Abe out shopping.

Genes sighed, expressing his complete understanding.

After all, he has eight hours of classes waiting for him in the afternoon, so it would be really problematic if he could maintain the same mood as before.

It's perfectly fine to relax as much as possible before classes officially start.

As for whether Aaron would complain about life or even give up on himself, Genes wasn't worried at all.

He had watched his young master grow up, so his adaptability was exceptional. Four subjects were just a spice of life for a genius.

Furthermore, even if Aaron were truly unreliable, the two bodyguards responsible for secretly protecting him wouldn't turn a blind eye, and nothing unexpected would happen.

His housekeeper and uncle would also try to guide Aaron while he was teaching him. He was a professional in teaching, so Aaron's holiday might not be easy, but he wouldn't have any psychological pressure either.

With several layers of protection, there is absolutely no chance of failure.

However, Aaron's heart was much larger than he had thought.

Once he was out of Genes' sight after leaving the store, he changed his expression, stretched casually, and openly began to walk the dragon.

First, he greeted some of his old neighbors and told them that he was on holiday.

During this time, he bought two boxes of ice cream for Abe as snacks at Florence Ice Cream Shop, browsed some storybooks at Flourish and Blotts, and ordered two larger wizard robes from Madam Malkin.

More than two hours later, he arrived at Ollivander's wand shop.

"Sure enough, this sign still looks a bit out of place; it's too old." Aaron muttered, shaking his head as he pushed open the shop door and went inside.

The doorbell rang automatically, but Ollivander did not appear, presumably not in the store.

Aaron sat down at his desk, letting out a sigh of relief.

As he strolled around outside, he vaguely sensed two people closely following him. He knew without a doubt that they were there to monitor him, no, they were there to protect him.

He knew of these people's existence before, but he couldn't sense them at all. It was only after becoming a mage that he gained a tiny bit of awareness of them.

Even this little bit of perception was quite weak. These people had been protecting him closely for so many years that they were so familiar with him that he was able to find a slight flaw.

Aaron is now certain that these people are really strong; he wouldn't be a match for any one of them.

Moreover, their methods of concealment were exceptionally sophisticated, clearly demonstrating professional training. The fact that no one noticed their presence for over two hours is sufficient proof of this.

He figured that once he got back, the two bodyguards would report his itinerary to Genes, which was very annoying, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Fortunately, Ollivander's Wand Shop was a loophole.

Just as he thought, this was his great-uncle's territory, and as long as they knew their place, they wouldn't trespass.

Moreover, they didn't need to worry about Aaron's safety inside the shop. As long as there wasn't any major disturbance, they could only obediently guard outside.

For the first time, Aaron felt he had these loyal guardians under his control. His first victory in his life was absolutely cause for celebration and jubilation. He would have to treat them to a good meal when he got back.

On a whim, Aaron moved his fingers, and a pale white light flashed across his right index finger.

He learned the skill of casting spells without a wand a long time ago, but he had hardly ever used it because wands were indeed much more convenient.

However, two sentences from Vico said in the secret room last night bothered him: a wand is also a kind of magical weapon, and magical energy is the true power of a wizard.

Weapons are important, but even the most important weapons are still external objects.

Aaron thought it would be good to add a course to his curriculum during the holidays, which would allow him to achieve the same effect as using a wand without actually using one.

This is extremely difficult, no less so than fighting yourself to a draw when you're unarmed and fully armed.

But undeniably, only by achieving this can one be considered a truly powerful wizard.

Before the invention of the wand, wizards who reached the pinnacle of their craft without any external aids were truly one in a million geniuses.

The geniuses of that era are not even in the same league as the geniuses of today. Giving them a magic wand would be an absolute crushing victory for those of the same level, and they could even turn the tables and kill those of higher level opponents.

Aaron knew his own limitations; he knew it would take him a considerable amount of time to reach that point.

But who told him to cheat? He should at least avoid taking a few detours!

As if in response to this idea, all the drawers on the shop shelves began to vibrate slightly, and thousands of wands seemed to be strongly attracted, eager to fly out.

Aaron then noticed that the white light on his fingers had not dissipated. This unconscious act of emitting magical energy was like a signal from a wizard choosing a wand for the first time: I need a wand.

He was once recognized by all the wands, and I never expected him to come back again today.

Although he was quite excited, he immediately withdrew his magic and suppressed the commotion.

After all, there are two people guarding the shop outside. If they rush in while they're worried, things will get really messy.

Once it happens the first time, it will happen again, and again...

In this way, Ollivander's Wand Shop will gradually lose its protective function for him, and he doesn't want to be constantly monitored outside without even a place to breathe.

jingle!

The doorbell rang again.

Ollivander, with his full head of silver hair, walked in and gave Aaron a kind smile as he sat at his desk.

"Long time no see, Uncle." Aaron waved his right hand. "Did you miss me?"

“If you have any free time in the future, you can come and help me run the shop,” Ollivander said with a smile. “If you’re interested, you can study wand-making techniques with me.”

"this..."

"What? Don't want to?"

"Yes, of course I'm willing. Who doesn't know that Ollivander's wand is the best?"

"But I'll probably be very busy this holiday, so I don't think I'll have much time."

I think so too.

"But that's alright, Genes just spoke to me and said that wand making could also be included in your course options."

Aaron: ......

Chapter 105 was truly the worst class I've ever taught.

Aaron walked down the street, feeling completely dazed.

He didn't know how he walked out of Ollivander's wand shop, but he knew he had displeased his great-uncle because, after careful consideration, he had not included wandmaking in the curriculum.

Logically speaking, he was already planning to specialize in wandless spellcasting, so learning wand making was completely contradictory.

Of course, this doesn't mean that wand-making techniques are useless.

On the contrary, almost all wizards in the magical world cannot do without wands, and the professional skills of wand making are only mastered by a few people, making them priceless treasures. If you learn them, you can definitely make a living for a lifetime.

The problem is that his family has already enrolled him in four tutoring classes, so he really doesn't have any extra time to learn anything else.

Back at the shop, Aaron glared at Genes. "How many courses can I take? How come wand making is included?"

“Many,” Genes said meaningfully, “specifically including various languages, life skills, combat styles, professional skills, and so on.”

Since the founding of the Gaius family, each generation of patriarchs has left some options for the next generation.

"With thousands of years of tradition, there's nothing the family can't teach, only things you haven't thought of, young master."

"Heh!" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Genes with suspicion. "Are you sure you can teach all subjects?"

“How could that be?” Genes chuckled. “Young Master, you think too highly of me. I only know less than a tenth of what I know.”

But young master, you don't need to worry. Each subject has a unique teaching method, which is very reliable.

"What do you mean?"

"To give a simple example, Hogwarts has a course called History of Magic, and the professor who teaches it seems to be a ghost."

Aaron suddenly realized, but then felt that something was not quite right.

The Gaius family's secret chamber is kept secret from outsiders, which eliminates the possibility of hiring renowned teachers with massive amounts of capital. However, it's also impossible for them to support hundreds of ghosts for the sake of so-called teachers; that would be too absurd.

However, he didn't ask any more questions, knowing that he would get the answers to all his questions when he got back.

Is there anything I need to prepare in advance?

"Get enough rest and adjust your mindset; that's the only thing you need to prepare."

More than an hour later, the two people and the dragon returned to the secret chamber in the castle.

Genes skillfully opened the armory, then gestured for Aaron to choose a weapon that suited him.

He didn't pay much attention and casually walked to a shelf and picked up a long sword.

Are you sure it's the one?

"determine."

Genes nodded slightly, took down a similar longsword, and began to teach.

"Basic sword techniques are the core of swordsmanship, including thrusting, chopping, parrying, hanging, clouding, pointing, striking, intercepting, wrist-scissoring, and so on."

After saying each word, Genes personally demonstrated the key points of the action, and only proceeded to the next action after confirming that Aaron nodded. It took more than ten minutes to complete the demonstration.

"Young Master, do you have any other questions?"

"Hmm... no problem, but is that all?"

"It's over. These are the core techniques of swordsmanship."

"This is the very first lesson!"

Isn't it a bit too hasty to teach me just a few moves?

"Not being hasty is quite necessary."

"Young Master, you are just a beginner. It would be irresponsible to teach advanced sword techniques to a beginner," Genes said seriously. "From now on, you will have to practice the basic movements for an hour and a half in every sword class until you have mastered them completely."

The remaining half hour was for... live-fire training.

"I understand, practical experience is the key, right!" Aaron chuckled. "Basic skills plus practice moves, it sounds like there's no problem, but aren't you taking it a bit too easy as a teacher?"

“Young master, you’re mistaken,” Genes said meaningfully. “In fact, teachers always suffer more than students.”

"Really?" Aaron gave him a deep look, expressing his deep skepticism.

The professors at Hogwarts might be qualified to say that, after all, each of them has to teach hundreds of students and is too busy grading assignments.