A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

After the figure appeared, Aaron had no interest in learning about the ancestor's story and simply bowed politely.

"Ancestor, I won't say any more. Those who understand, understand."

I have no interest in these books, so... please forgive this unworthy descendant's impulsiveness.

Aaron gritted his teeth and said, then walked toward the next door on his own.

Genes awkwardly wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "I'm so sorry, young master..."

"No need to explain, I understand."

This child has had a tough time; compared to other subjects, it's not that important to me.

Okay then! You can schedule this class as a self-study session for him. He can come over anytime he wants to relax.

"Relax?"

As Genes looked at the seemingly endless bookshelves, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"What, is that not allowed?"

Reading can cultivate one's character. I won't teach him any profound magic, but I can answer all his questions; books hold the answers to everything.

"Yes!"

Upon entering the next secret room, Aaron intended to follow the same approach as in the previous room: to appear furious, bow respectfully, state his position, and then sincerely apologize.

This way, we might be able to take some initiative, or at the very least, reduce the amount of time spent in class.

However, the secret room was empty, and the door was open. Instead, the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered with all sorts of magic circles.

Upon closer inspection, I felt a sense of joy and a significant reduction in my overall well-being.

“Young master, you’re walking too fast, I almost couldn’t keep up with you,” Genes said with a smile, then explained, “It’s obvious that this ancestor was proficient in magic arrays.”

Incidentally, the defensive magic array inside the castle was his creation.

However, his temperament is rather eccentric.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Aaron also became somewhat interested in this ancestor. After all, someone who could design a defensive array to block a Saint Magister was definitely more cost-effective than the previous ones.

As he placed his palm on the black stone pillar, all the magic arrays lit up almost simultaneously and began to operate slowly, instantly turning the room into a kaleidoscope of colors.

"Oh! A fine junior." An elderly man with a full head of white hair suddenly appeared in front of the two, staring at Aaron with great interest. "Interested in learning magic circles from me?"

"Lord Vicht, you..."

"Shut up, I'm asking him a question."

Genes nodded weakly and remained silent.

"If I say I'm not interested, will you stop teaching me?" Aaron asked.

“No, you’re interested,” Vicht laughed. “I’ve inscribed a magic circle in the black pillar; several conditions must be met to summon me.”

First, Gaius's bloodline; second, exceptional talent; third, his own willingness.

Your father and grandfather both came here, but they weren't even qualified to summon me.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips curled up slightly, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Teacher."

“Not bad!” Vicht smiled with satisfaction. “Genes, two hours a day, you know how to schedule it.”

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Vicht caused a magic circle on the wall to suddenly begin to rotate.

Before the two could react, they entered the next secret room.

"His temper is quite peculiar," Aaron said with a wry smile. Then, looking at the secret room filled with various fitness equipment and unidentified solutions, he reluctantly placed his palm on the black stone pillar.

A puff of smoke flashed by, and a muscular young man looked at Aaron with amusement. "Not bad, I'm very satisfied with this student."

“Um… that ancestor.” Aaron’s expression was a little awkward. “I haven’t decided whether I want to learn from you yet. After all, I’m really not interested in fitness.”

"Vulgar! Is this fitness? This is just strengthening the body."

If you're willing to put in the hard work, I have a way to enhance your physical abilities to the limits of human potential. Melee combat is a wizard's weakness, but in fact, physical strength is.

Following my method, even if you get stabbed through the heart, you won't die immediately; you might even be able to last an extra half hour in a fierce battle.

Aaron's lips twitched violently, then he waved his hand, "Once I learn how to forge divine weapons from my ancestor Alger, I'll equip myself with a set of armor."

"That is ultimately an external thing."

Moreover, what you're learning isn't just about strengthening your physique, but also the corresponding knowledge. As long as you have enough resources, you can continue to evolve in the future.

"Hmm... I've thought about it carefully, but I'll pass."

Aaron walked toward the next secret room on his own. The Gaius family was not short of money and could rely on technological equipment. There was no need for them to use their own bodies to mutate.

"Stop right there. I'm clearly doing this for your own good, and you don't even appreciate it."

You don't have the right to refuse, you should know that!

Aaron stopped in his tracks, only then realizing that these ancestors all had their own secrets.

He looked at Genes with a bitter expression, but the other shook his head, gave Aaron a helpless look, and then took out a small notebook. "Sir, please make the arrangements."

"Come every three days is fine. The time may vary depending on the specific situation."

"Isn't this... a bit too hasty?"

“If you tell other people that it was me who said it, they will understand.”

"Yes!"

"Alright, stop wasting time. The time until tomorrow is still yours."

Aaron and Genes exchanged a glance and then stepped into the next secret room.

After a familiar process, it's time for the tenth room, then the eleventh, the twelfth... until the twenty-eighth room.

They returned at noon, learned swordsmanship for a while, and then began to tour the family's secret chambers, which numbered twenty-eight in total, until dark.

However, none of the twenty-eight teachers could escape it. Every time he summoned their memories, he was met with a playful look in their eyes.

Under such gazes, he couldn't hide any secrets at all and could only passively accept their arrangements.

With each repetition, Aaron's pressure increased. After twenty-eight repetitions, he vaguely felt like a little white rabbit in the eyes of a pack of wolves—weak, helpless, and utterly naive.

The last course was psychology. This patriarch was born with supernatural abilities and could read other people's minds. From his special perspective, he could clearly see the black lines emanating from Aaron's body.

However, this is not the prelude to his descent into darkness, but rather a despondent and hopeless emotion composed of despair and decay, which is exceptionally negative.

The order of Chapter 112 is truly impeccable.

"Lord Flo, what's the young master doing here?"

“It’s nothing serious, he’s just on the verge of a mental breakdown.” Flo waved his hand, then saw the worry and astonishment on Genes’ face. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen this kind of scene several times, and every successor has pulled through.”

Genes: ......

What if we don't make it through this time?

“A fine junior!” Flo walked up to Aaron and looked him straight in the eyes. “You don’t need to study this course.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"of course it's true.

"I'm here to relieve the psychological pressure on the heir." Flo extended his right hand. "Let me introduce myself, Flo Gaius, your psychiatrist."

I will adjust your schedule based on your mental state, and you will come every three days thereafter. I will ensure your mental health.

Aaron gave a wry smile. "I have to admit, the arrangements are really thorough."

"That's a must."

The order in which these secret chambers are arranged was my design, perfected over thousands of years.

Aaron covered his face and laughed, his laughter filled with a maniacal madness beyond his years. "I'm only twelve years old, how could you be so ruthless?"

“People have many standards for judging merit, but sometimes age is the least relevant factor, and you should be able to clearly recognize that,” Flo said calmly. “The world is never short of geniuses, and some people can even easily beat me at your age.”

"Tch," Aaron rolled his eyes. "Don't you guys have any conscience?"

"No, we've been dead for thousands of years."

"You're talking about conscience with a dead person? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"you..."

“Young Master, please calm down,” Genes comforted him. “Lord Flo is, after all, your ancestor.”

"Calm down my ass! Do you know how many blows my fragile heart has endured along the way?" Aaron cursed, venting his resentment.

Flo sighed calmly, then snapped his fingers, and the twenty-ninth door slowly opened.

"Go in! This secret room is yours."

There are no agencies, no surveillance; you can do whatever you want, whatever you wish.

"Just use the key to open it when you want to leave."

Aaron gave him a deep look, then walked inside without turning back.

Genes hesitated for a moment, then followed.

As the two entered through the door, the gentle lights instantly turned on, illuminating the secret room.

This secret chamber is particularly spacious, with no black stone pillars in the middle, and twenty-eight lifelike statues on both sides.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron clicked his tongue, reached out and stroked one of the sculptures, and couldn't help but sneer, "Looks like they know they've wronged me!"

“Young Master,” Genes swallowed, “they really went too far. My plan was that you could choose a maximum of six courses, but I didn’t expect it to increase by nearly five times.”

"They're the kind of people who force you to buy or sell, and they take advantage of your age. They don't care about your feelings at all, young master."

"If you said that to their faces, I might think more highly of you."

Genes chuckled awkwardly. "They are your ancestors. I'm just an ordinary butler. How could I possibly go against their decisions?"

"Then stop talking nonsense, it's pointless."