A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Wait, sir, not this one." Genes' expression changed slightly when he saw the gold key inserted into the lock, and he hurriedly reminded him, but it was too late.

Click!

A dazzling golden light shot out from the crack in the door, almost blinding the three of them.

The door opened, and Aaron walked in with great curiosity. His curiosity quickly turned into astonishment, and his pupils even reflected the symbols of money.

Abe's eyes widened, and he ran straight out of Aaron's arms, plunging headfirst into the dragon, unstoppable.

This secret room is very large, and its interior structure is exactly the same as that of a treasure vault.

However, what was displayed inside were huge wooden chests that stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with gold and silver jewelry.

But what's even more visually striking are those towering mountains of gold coins, with gold treasures scattered everywhere.

"Oh my god!"

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard. He knew the Gaius family wasn't short of money, but he hadn't expected them to be this wealthy. He finally understood why Genes always seemed so nonchalant when he was reviewing the accounts of his small shop.

"His family owns a mine; this is more like his family owns a mine!"

It turns out his house was built on a mountain of gold.

Aaron grabbed a handful of gold coins; the heavy weight made him want to lie down.

He should probably close down the shop; this one bet is enough for him to squander for over a decade.

"So, this is our family's secret?"

"You have more money than you can spend?" Aaron turned to look at his father, still a little dazed, but he quickly found a reason for himself.

Yes, that must be it.

No matter who you are or what you want to do, you can't do without money.

If the Gaius family's assets were held a few hundred years ago, they would have been enough to support a kingdom in waging a war that would last for decades.

"son..."

“No, no need to explain.” Aaron waved his hand. “I understand the saying that money can make the devil turn the millstone. Even the Dark Lord has to bow down in the face of such enormous wealth.”

"not me..."

"No need to say anything more, let me first accept the fact that he is richer than a country."

Vico was about to explain when he heard a splashing sound from the side. The white holy dragon was swimming in the pool of gold coins, having a great time.

Dragons love golden things, and it is no exception.

For Abe, Aaron was number one, food was number two, and the rest of his interests were treasure; this place was simply paradise to him.

Aaron rolled his eyes, walked over, and pulled it out.

Although I was a little speechless, I also felt that it was only natural for a dragon, and I wouldn't have to worry about it being sold off in the future.

Having witnessed such immense wealth, it's clear that unless someone could bring Gringotts here, they wouldn't be able to sway it.

"Son, this is our family's treasury."

"It truly lives up to its name!"

Are the other three families the same?

"I don't know. The four reclusive families are united and help each other, but they also have their own responsibilities. I really don't know about their financial resources."

Even if it can't compare to ours, it shouldn't be too far off.

Aaron thought so too. Thousands of years of accumulation could make a mine, which was a bit of an exaggeration, but not unacceptable.

"Ahem!" Genes coughed lightly. "Sir, shouldn't you be getting down to business?"

“Oh right, I almost forgot.” Vico smiled awkwardly but politely. “We’ve come to the wrong place. We need to go to another secret room.”

This is just the vault; the family's real secrets are yet to come.

Aaron also became serious, and his curiosity grew even stronger. It seemed that their family possessed something even more important than this treasure.

Vico led the way to the end of the vault.

He stood there for a while, and then the wall began to sway slowly. A huge amount of gold coins scattered to both sides, revealing an identical door with a familiar keyhole suddenly appearing in the center.

Vico took out the bunch of keys, carefully selected the silver key, and inserted it into the keyhole.

"Is there a mistake this time?"

"Certainly not."

A creaking sound rang out, and the interior was pitch black, much deeper and more mysterious than the opulent vault.

Aaron and Abe looked back reluctantly, as if they were saying goodbye to this treasure forever after just one glance.

“Young Master, all of these will be yours in the future.” Genes smiled and shook his head. “So don’t be reluctant to part with them.”

Aaron stepped into the dark, secret room, and the door closed as soon as he entered.

Then, rows of lights illuminated the darkness, and the contents of the secret room once again made Aaron's eyes widen, but Abe clearly had no interest and arrogantly turned his dragon face away.

This secret room was relatively small, and there were no large wooden boxes inside, only dozens of shelves filled with all kinds of cold weapons.

Bows and arrows, longswords, scimitars, daggers, hammers, shields, and all kinds of armor are available.

Moreover, these weapons are exceptionally well-preserved; their sharp, cold gleam can be felt simply by getting close.

"These are...antiques?"

“You’re not wrong. Any one of these items is over a hundred years old,” Vico explained. “It’s a bit early for you to be exposed to these things at the age of twelve, but there have been people who were more talented than you before.”

About seven hundred years ago, a member of the family entered this secret chamber when he was ten years old.

"Does it make any difference?"

“Of course there is,” Vico said with some reverence. “This ancestor was a high-level mage at the age of ten, and his talent ranked among the top five in the family tree.”

"Ten years old? Top five?" Aaron was astonished.

Even with his cheat-like abilities, he only reached this level at the age of eleven. Although he hardly used any magic points to enhance his magical power, the difference of a whole year is enough to illustrate the point.

This ancestor was a true genius, a genius among geniuses. Compared to him, Dumbledore and Voldemort are no match.

"What? You can't accept that there are people more capable than yourself?"

Vico couldn't help but chuckle at his son's surprised expression; his son, relying on his talent, often teased him.

Although he was overjoyed that his son was successful, he was still somewhat unhappy.

There are always people more talented than you, and your talent is only passable.

Aaron curled his lip in disdain. "I have self-awareness, and I've never thought of myself as number one."

"But my talent is only passable. Then, Father, is your talent...?"

"You dare to make fun of me, kid." Vico's face darkened, but he quickly calmed down. "But what you said is also true, so my job is much easier."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat; he felt there was more to those words than met the eye. "What do you mean?"

"This is not the time for you to know," Vico subtly changed the subject. "What are your thoughts when you see these weapons?"

Aaron pondered for a moment, "They should be quite valuable, no less than gold."

Vico stumbled and almost lost his balance, but considering that his son had just been dazzled by a large vault, it was understandable that he would have such thoughts.

"Anything else?"

Don't you feel any urge to give it a try?

These weapons are all exquisite masterpieces, extremely sharp; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they can cut through iron like mud.

“Not at all.” Aaron shook his head slightly. “Times have changed. Muggles fight with firearms. While cold weapons aren’t obsolete, they’re not very useful.”

Chapter 100 Common Misconceptions Wizards May Fall into

Vico walked up to his son, patted him on the shoulder, and looked extremely serious.

Just as Aaron was realizing he had said something wrong and upset his father, Vico's lips curled up slightly. "I'm glad you realize that, but what you can think of, our ancestors could naturally have thought of as well."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Aaron was speechless as he looked at the warehouse full of cold weapons. These days, even wizards can't stop bullets!

No matter how well you wield a sword, it's useless; one spear thrust and you're dead.

“Times have changed, but we never fall behind.” Vico adopted a mysterious air, then drew a short sword. “Let’s not talk about that now. Try this sword first.”

Aaron took the short sword, but the moment he gripped the hilt, he clearly felt a small portion of his magical energy drain away and uncontrollably flow into the short sword.

"This is..." Aaron raised an eyebrow in surprise, "a magical weapon?"

He tried swinging it, and the extremely crisp sound of the sword rang out continuously, causing his robes to flutter slightly.

Aaron's eyes lit up, and he became more interested in these cold weapons.

If it were merely something that could cut iron like mud, it wouldn't be worth changing his mind, because it was just an ordinary object. But if it were a divine weapon, that would be a different story.

"King Arthur once fought a city by himself with the sword in the stone, which is not just a legend."

But the true story cannot be told in just a few words. In that war, King Arthur's enemies included not only humans but also countless magical beasts. "In both the magical and Muggle worlds, a powerful weapon can change the course of a battle," Genes explained.

While the weapons here may not compare to the Sword in the Stone, their power far surpasses that of ordinary weapons, and they are also somewhat effective against magical creatures. In contrast, Muggle-made weapons are far inferior.

“That’s how it is.” Vico shrugged. “If I gave you a gun and sent you to fight a dragon, you probably wouldn’t be able to even break through its scales even if you ran out of bullets.”

Besides these, there are ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and so on, and firearms do very little damage to them.

But having such a weapon would be different; it would definitely make things twice as efficient.

Aaron nodded and placed the short sword on the weapon rack. "What is the most powerful weapon in the vault?"

Vico and Genes exchanged a smile. "They're still just kids, a bit too hasty."

"Tch! Fine, I won't say then."

"These are all the weapons here; I can just try them out one by one."

Vico paused for a moment, then laughed even harder. "I advise you to give up on that idea. I used to think the same way, but after working on it for several days, I still couldn't find it."

"No way!" Aaron opened his mouth in astonishment, then seemed to realize something, staring at the weapons in disbelief. "Could it be that the most powerful ones aren't here?"

"Smart, very insightful."