A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Are you kidding me?"

"The operating room scared us like this? And..." Aaron pointed at several specimens, swallowed nervously, "a vampire's tooth, a dragon's head, a thunderbird's wing, and... that one still beating at a very low frequency should be a werewolf's heart!"

"I've been in the restricted section of Hogwarts' library for quite some time now; I recognize all these things. Don't even think about lying to me."

“But this is indeed an operating room,” Genes explained with a wry smile, “although it’s a bit special.”

The owner of this secret room was also exceptionally talented at the time, enjoyed researching things, and made some achievements in this field.

Even now, the magical world enjoys the legacy it left behind.

Aaron paused for a moment, looking at the things in the room, as if he had figured something out.

"The line between genius and madness is very thin. He probably offended every race at the time!"

"Young master, you have really misunderstood. On the contrary, your ancestor was a guest of honor for all races at that time, and his influence was the highest among all the family heads in history."

His family history records him as a peace ambassador. The relationship between vampires and werewolves among the dark creatures is extremely poor; those with bad tempers will fight to the death if they meet.

But he had prevented a great war between the vampires and the werewolves, and even for a century after his death, the two tribes lived in peace.

"What's the matter?"

Aaron was completely bewildered. He could understand if his ancestor was a notorious dark wizard or a pervert who liked to study forbidden magic, but wasn't calling him a peace ambassador a bit of an exaggeration?

"Then, how do we interpret these specimens?"

"Some were donated voluntarily during their lifetime, some were bought from others, and some were sent over after they were executed for committing heinous crimes."

In conclusion, the provenance of every specimen here is legitimate, and we can provide a satisfactory explanation even if their descendants come to us for help.

As you know, one of the secrets to the enduring prosperity of reclusive families is that they neither cause trouble nor fear it.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched violently, and even the tension and fear in his heart lessened considerably.

"What exactly did this ancestor do?"

“A doctor, a doctor who serves all races,” Genes explained proudly. “No matter what race you are, you won’t offend a miracle doctor who can save lives.”

Aaron nodded thoughtfully, which could be considered a reluctant acceptance of the explanation.

A highly skilled doctor is respected everywhere, but this may be slightly different in the magic world, where strength is highly valued.

If it were an ordinary doctor, they wouldn't care, and might even try to control it. In a critical situation, they would put a magic wand around the neck, and the doctor would have to save the patient whether they wanted to or not.

If it's a powerful doctor, they'll show him a certain level of respect, because when someone's life is hanging by a thread, their survival depends on his attitude.

But if you really push them too far, they'll do something desperate. If you're not going to save them, then they naturally won't hold back.

But if it's a powerful doctor with a strong background, then everyone only has one option: to win him over, at any cost.

"That's amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

To achieve this level of dedication as a doctor is truly unique.

Genes neither confirmed nor denied it, then gestured for it to proceed, and a black stone pillar identical to the one in the previous secret room rose from the center of the floor.

Aaron rolled his eyes and placed his palm on it.

Inside the sealed room, specks of green light began to fall, and after a few seconds, these specks of light paused in mid-air and quickly gathered into a human figure.

As the light faded, a young man in his early twenties dressed in a wizard's robe slowly walked over.

"Lord Mor," Genes bowed respectfully.

"Is this the successor of this generation?"

"Yes, Aaron Gaius has already crossed the threshold of twelve years old."

"Greetings, Ancestor." Aaron smiled. "It's our first meeting, but having heard your legend, my admiration for you is as boundless as a surging river."

“Oh?” Moore stroked his chin, his gaze towards Aaron becoming more playful. “Interesting.”

Gulu!

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. That look, that tone of voice... it all seemed so familiar!

"Little one, would you be interested in learning medicine from me?"

"I'm still young, let's talk about it in a few years!" Aaron politely expressed his refusal.

"Yes, I understand. It's hard to accept seeing this at the age of twelve."

"However..." Moore stopped mid-sentence, casting a sharp glance at Genes, "Tell Vick that his son will be my apprentice from now on."

"This..." Genes hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "But what about Young Master's opinion..."

"His opinion is not important, and I don't think he will refuse."

Right, little one?

Aaron nodded with a wry smile. What could he say? He couldn't say anything.

This ancestor probably also saw that he was hiding his strength. If he dared to say a word against it, he could reveal the secret in a heartbeat.

“Very good, I like children who know when to step up.”

"What a great junior! One hour a day from now on, no problem, right?"

"No problem," Aaron said with a forced smile. "Absolutely no problem."

"By the way," Moore lowered his head and looked at Abe with great interest, "is this dragon your pet?"

I don't think I've ever seen this type of dragon before.

Aaron immediately hugged Abe tightly and explained, "It was a lucky coincidence; when luck comes, you can't stop it."

"Don't be nervous. Unless there is certain danger, we old guys won't interfere in the affairs of your generation."

These specimens are for research purposes, but that doesn't mean I'm a pervert.

So don't worry, I'm not going to dissect it.

"I naturally trust my ancestor's character," Aaron said seriously, but he held Abe's hand even tighter.

Mohr raised an eyebrow, smiled without saying a word, but in his heart he was even more satisfied with this heir.

A person who knows how to conceal their talents and is sufficiently vigilant will definitely live a long life.

"Genes, this course of mine is not on his elective list, do you understand?"

“Understood, Lord Mor.” Genes gave Aaron a particularly complex look, a look that contained both sympathy and relief.

The young master's vacation is even shorter, but being taken in as a disciple by the two ancestors is an opportunity that is hard to come by, so it is worth the hard work.

“Very good!” Moore waved his hand, and the next door slowly opened. “Go, time is precious, don’t waste it.”

"Yes!"

Genes strode confidently, appearing particularly excited.

Under Moore's watchful eye, Aaron slunk away like a defeated soldier to the next secret room.

Crunch!

As the main door closed, a third secret room appeared before the three of them.

The secret room is filled with all sorts of musical instruments: pianos, harpsichords, keyboards, guitars, basses, violins, cellos, and so on.

This place has all kinds of musical instruments from modern times to ancient times; you could definitely host a grand event for musicians if you took it out.

"call!"

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a great weight lifted from his shoulders. Finally, something relatively normal had happened.

"Is this person going to study music? Our family really has a lot of talented people!"

"This is indeed an indisputable fact."

Gaius seems to have always been favored by fate, with almost every generation producing outstanding individuals.

There are exceptions, though, but even so, they could guarantee at least three generations of glory within a pure-blood family. "Young Master, would you be interested in this course?" Genes explained proudly.

"It's so-so!"

Compared to blacksmithing, music is practically art.

“That means you’re interested.” Genes pointed to the slowly rising black stone pillar, his meaning clear.

Chapter 110 No chance to cheat or shirk responsibility

Aaron skillfully placed his palm on it, summoning the memories of the third ancestor.

All the instruments in the sealed room began to play, and the various different notes combined to form a magnificent and exciting symphony.

Amidst this heavenly music, a middle-aged figure slowly appeared.

"Greetings, Ancestor." Aaron bowed before Genes, behaving with exceptional politeness.

He was forced into the first two escape rooms, and he was somewhat resentful about it. But he was genuinely interested in this one, so it was only natural for him to be respectful to the teacher.

"No need for formalities!" the middle-aged man smiled. "Also, please don't call me ancestor anymore. Most of the people in the secret room are of a higher generation than me, and it would put a lot of pressure on me to address them the same way."

Actually, I'm only a few hundred years older than you, and wizards generally have long lifespans, so I'm roughly from your great-grandfather's generation.

“That’s our ancestor too,” Aaron said seriously.

"Fine, call me whatever you want!"

“Lord Vaughn, the young master wishes to study music with you,” Genes said. “Two hours a day, what do you think?”

"No problem, it's my duty."

"We've already turned to dust; if we can do something for the next generation, that's a reasonable use of our resources." Vaughn smiled at Aaron, but his expression quickly changed. "You...how old are you this year?"

"Twelve years old."

Young Master Aaron is twelve years old this year, and has reached that threshold.

Vaughn paused for a moment, then a playful smile appeared on his face. "This little guy has been hiding his true intentions quite well!"

Aaron couldn't help but shudder. For some reason, upon hearing these words, an ominous premonition shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Could it be that this ancestor also saw through his true level? That would be truly devastating news!

But then Aaron calmed down.