A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

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"Stop," Aaron said, somewhat unconvinced. "I accept the first point, but the second..."

"When your weapon is restrained, young master should step back instead of standing there dumbly waiting for the enemy to attack."

"I admit you have a lot to say."

"But is this armor even authentic?" Aaron pointed at the armor with a look of indignation, his fingers trembling involuntarily. "Can anyone tell me which armor can catch a blade barehanded?"

"Ah this..."

"Didn't you say that the armor's attack techniques are average and its movements are not as agile as humans'?"

Genes, I may be young, but that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant. I guess 99% of people couldn’t do that!

You'd better give me a perfect explanation, or my fragile heart will be hurt.

“Um…” Genes hesitated for a moment, then explained awkwardly but seriously, “The previous set of armor was indeed like that, but this is the second set.”

A slight upgrade isn't too much to ask, is it?

Aaron: ......

I'm impressed by you, you old sixth brother.

Noticing his young master's unfriendly gaze, Genes coughed and gave an awkward smile. "There's a reason for doing this, and it's all for your sake, young master."

"Having learned this lesson, I'll be more careful when fighting others in the future."

"Go on," Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Let's see what other excuses you can come up with."

"Actually, the patriarch had a similar experience during his training, but he handled it much better!"

"Oh, how did Vico do it?"

"After the patriarch's weapon was released, he drew his wand without hesitation and fired three consecutive 'Four-in-a-Break' shots, forcefully dismantling the armor."

Your grandfather praised him a lot back then, saying that the Gaius family had a worthy successor.

"This is even possible?" Aaron's lips twitched violently, feeling that his understanding of the world had been somewhat overturned.

Vico had always impressed him as approachable, humble, polite, shrewd, and capable, and a little afraid of his wife. But now it seemed he was a seasoned veteran, hiding his true nature far too well.

“That’s how it is.” Genes shrugged. “Although it’s training, the opponent is just a puppet armor without any consciousness.”

But these are also enemies, and we must never be merciful to enemies.

As long as you can win, you can disregard all rules, have no shame, and be more despicable and shameless than your enemy, because you cannot bear the consequences of losing.

The patriarch understood this principle during the first training session and applied it well in actual combat.

"To be honest, you may not like to hear it, but aside from your talent in magic, the head of the family is far superior to you in every other aspect."

Aaron swallowed hard, and it took him a long time to react.

"He truly is my father!"

But so what? He was three years older than me when we first trained.

If you perform worse than me after three years, that would be truly pathetic.

Genes chuckled and gave Aaron a thumbs up. "Young Master sees things clearly. It's not that you can't say that."

"Hmph! I'll remember this incident today."

"When I become powerful, I'll definitely send a squad of armored soldiers to beat you up."

“I’m waiting, I look forward to that day,” Genes said with a smile, then glanced at his watch. “It’s about time, let’s call it a day for the first class today!”

"Phew!" Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. "What about the second lesson? What will I learn?"

Genes took out the light gray key and placed the second set of armor on the shelf.

There are many options.

Swordsmanship is a required course, while the three elective courses are for you to choose from, young master.

"Then at least tell me what I can choose!"

"Master, please follow me."

Genes led Aaron to the end of the armory, where a familiar keyhole slowly appeared in the wall.

“Beautiful.” Aaron gritted his teeth. “If we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes, no one would have imagined that there was a secret room hidden inside the secret room.”

"Let me correct that."

This statement is not entirely accurate; in fact, there are many hidden rooms.

Only those with Gaius blood and the key can reveal the secret chamber; there is no other way.

"Start! I'm ready."

Genes nodded slightly and inserted the light gray key into the lock.

Crunch!

The door was not open, but the walls kept shaking.

Soon, a dense array of keyholes appeared on the wall, arranged in more than a dozen rows, numbering at least a hundred.

"Oh my god!"

In that instant, Aaron felt he had developed trypophobia.

Merlin played a huge joke on him, asking him to choose three elective courses from hundreds of options, which was absolutely absurd.

"Um, um, we don't need to watch every single one, do we?"

"Young master, you don't need to worry."

"There are a total of 197 secret rooms here, some large, some small, some simple, some complex," Genes explained. "However... the head of the family has already eliminated most of them for you."

For example, room number 103 connects to a lake where you can learn to fish.

Room number 105 was a card and board game room, containing all the gambling equipment from thousands of years ago, where one could practice gambling skills.

besides..."

"No need to say anything more," Aaron said with a dark face. "These retirement-type places aren't suitable for a young person like me, right?"

Genes nodded solemnly. "That's right."

"Just tell me, how many options did he give me?"

"Thirty types, all of which are top-ranked escape rooms."

It's still a choice of ten, which is more convenient.

"Oh, by the way, before the patriarch left, he specifically instructed me that you must choose at least three; less is not acceptable, but more is not limited."

"I understand." Aaron gave a wry smile. "I've never been to any of these secret rooms before. Do you have any recommendations?"

“Yes, of course.” Genes pointed excitedly to the keyhole numbered 30. “This is my favorite, and the head of the family’s favorite, but the lady doesn’t like it very much.”

“This…” Aaron frowned, pondered for a moment, and said with a strange expression, “This isn’t a wine cellar, is it?”

"clever!

This is one of the family businesses. Whether wizards or Muggles, they all need good wine, and the wines produced by Gaius Winery have received consistent praise from all walks of life.

Most importantly, this is practically a mandatory option for every heir.

"Hehe! Eliminate it, decisively eliminate it."

"I'm only twelve years old, and you're already encouraging me to drink? Aren't you worried about setting a bad example for a child?"

Genes's face fell. "Young Master, I don't agree with that."

"Know that Château Gaius will be yours eventually. You may not like drinking, but you can't be unable to drink."

Chapter 108 The Unexpected Teacher

Aaron stared at keyhole number 30, stroking his chin thoughtfully for a while, "I guess we should just rule it out!"

"Ah!" Genes was taken aback. "Did I not explain it clearly just now?"

"Young master, as someone who's been through this, let me give you this advice: you can't go wrong with this choice."

"Forget it! Even if it's not wrong, I'm too old for it. Let's wait a few years and talk about it again!"

Besides, don't think I can't tell. If you want to drink, go by yourself. You don't need to use my name as a cover.

"Well... alright!" Genes smiled awkwardly but politely, then inserted the key into the first lock. "Let's check them one by one then!"

The secret room opened, and Aaron, carrying Abe, followed Genes through the door.

The moment I stepped inside, a wave of intense heat hit me.

Looking around, the secret chamber was filled with crimson magma, and in the center were several huge mechanical furnaces, which were ready to be turned on and made clanging sounds from time to time.

In addition, there were various rare minerals piled up on the side, each with a different luster, and their value was evident just by looking at them.

"This place was transformed from the center of a volcano, and the patriarch of that generation used immense magical power to lure it into the family's secret chamber."

It is not located in a volcano, but its energy comes from the volcano, and it can maintain a relatively high temperature at all times.

"I'm sure you can tell, young master, that this is a forging room, used to craft divine weapons."

Aaron nodded blankly. "There were blacksmiths in the family history?"

"There is only one, but his achievements are quite remarkable."

Over a thousand years ago, this patriarch was treated as an honored guest by several kingdoms as the foremost blacksmith, and even now, the weapons he forged are considered family heirlooms within royal families.

Aaron rubbed his head, unsure how to respond.

This ancestor gave up being a proper shaman to become a blacksmith; this was clearly putting the cart before the horse.

But he chose a different path and reached the pinnacle, accumulating a vast network of connections for his family.

Royal friendships! And not just one, who dares to say he's narrowed his path?

"So, the theme of this secret room is forging?"

Will you still teach me?