A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

In addition, they also have to handle various disputes and solve various learning problems for students.

But Genes was only responsible for him, and he could openly slack off for three-quarters of the class time, so it didn't seem to have anything to do with suffering.

Genes nodded, smiling without saying a word.

Formal training began soon. Aaron gripped his longsword tightly, but before he could even complete half of his first movement, a silver longsword was already resting on his shoulder.

Genes patted him lightly, expressionless, adopting the posture of a strict teacher, "Raise your arm, so that the sword and your arm are in a straight line."

"Yes," Aaron said almost unconsciously. The butler's serious demeanor made him feel like a mouse seeing a cat, and he subconsciously tensed up.

Swish!

The thrust was completed smoothly, but before Aaron could even catch his breath, his head was flicked.

"The movements are standard, but the speed is too slow."

"If you really encounter an enemy, with your sword-drawing speed, you'd be dead twice over."

"Isn't this training?"

"It is precisely because of training that we cannot relax. Neglecting training in ordinary times could cost you your life at a critical moment."

Upon hearing this, Aaron suppressed his temper. He knew that Genes was right, and immediately proceeded to the next action.

A cleaving motion is performed from top to bottom, with the force concentrated on the blade.

"No."

"why?

This move isn't as simple as it seems. Where did I go wrong?

"The force was too great; it was impossible to stop."

"Young master, you're practicing technique now, not strength. You'd better set a standard for yourself; you're only considered qualified if you can stop whenever you want."

Aaron opened his mouth, but was speechless.

As expected, the sword-wielding motion was interrupted once again.

"Too much deliberate control of force, all that fancy stuff, is meaningless."

Hanging sword.

"You need to be steady on your feet. With that, I don't even need a dagger; I can take your weapon away in a minute."

Cloud Sword.

"Too stiff. If your wrist isn't flexible, you'll be a target."

......

When the last movement was finished, Aaron was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

He practiced less than ten moves for more than twenty minutes, during which his arm was slapped four times, his thigh was slapped five times, and he was also flicked on the head three times.

After twelve years of playing games with life, this is the first time I've felt that life is difficult.

He strongly suspected that Genes acted intentionally and had ample evidence to support this claim.

On the first day of class, teachers often like to give students a tough start, just like Professor McGonagall established her authority as a teacher by using Animagus in her first class.

Genes was writing something in a small notebook. After a long while, he sighed, "I have to say, young master, you really are the worst class I've ever taught."

puff!

Aaron felt as if his heart had been stabbed, the pain piercing to the core.

“That’s too much!

Don't think I don't know; every teacher likes to say that all the time.

“That’s certainly true.” Genes nodded. “However, apart from you, I’ve only ever mentored the head of the family.”

In other words, I am indeed qualified to say such a thing.

Aaron paused for a moment, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.

To be able to call a class the "worst" class so confidently after only teaching two classes, one has truly mastered the art of thick-skinnedness.

But why can't we say it another way? It would sound so much better if we ranked second among the students we've taught.

"Wait, you mean my dad's swordsmanship talent is better than mine?"

"It's natural.

The patriarch's talent is at least twice as great as yours.

"How did you figure that out?" Aaron looked thoughtfully at the small notebook in Genes' hand. "Is there some kind of formula for it?"

"No, but it only took him ten minutes to complete the set of movements the first time."

"How many blows did he take?"

"If I remember correctly, it was seventeen times."

Aaron: ......

This logic is completely unreliable.

"Young Master, time is precious. You can't slack off in front of me."

So, don't just stand there.

Aaron rolled his eyes and continued practicing with his sword.

Sure enough, after the initial show of force, Mr. Genes became much more amiable.

Although his movements were still not up to par, at least he didn't get another flick on the head.

A set of standard movements takes less than half the time it used to take; to be precise, the time spent being scolded is reduced by more than half.

Genes was quite conscientious. He paid attention to every move Aaron made. If it was standard, he would give him an encouraging look; if it wasn't, he would offer suggestions for improvement.

An hour and a half later, Genes put away his notebook and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Judging from the training results, young master, you have a good chance of mastering these basic movements within a week."

"A week!"

"Barely acceptable," Aaron murmured, brandishing his longsword with a slightly trembling hand. "Next, it's time for practical training!"

Although it may seem presumptuous of me to act in front of you, I am ready.

“Not bad,” Genes said with satisfaction, then placed the longsword on the shelf and took out his wand.

"Hey, hey, hey, what does this mean?" Aaron's expression changed slightly, and he involuntarily took a step back. "Is it appropriate for a great mage like you to deal with a beginner swordsman like me? Are you sure this isn't bullying?"

"Uh... young master, you misunderstand." Genes tapped a suit of armor lightly with his wand, and it seemed to come alive as it climbed off the shelf.

Chapter 106 Who Can You Rely On in a Critical Moment?

Aaron stared in astonishment at the silver armor that had stopped in front of him, his mouth agape.

Seeing Aaron's astonished look, Genes said calmly, "I also know a little about Transfiguration."

"This, this, this is too smooth."

"To avoid suspicion, it will be your next opponent, young master."

This armor doesn't discriminate based on appearance; in other words, it shows no mercy.

Aaron's expression changed slightly, and his hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily.

Is this trick really suitable for a beginner?

Shouldn't they have arranged such an opponent for me after I've mastered certain skills?

"Young master, don't worry, its attack techniques are average, and its movements are not as agile as a real person's."

Therefore, defeating it is not that difficult.

"That's not important. What's important is that I might get seriously injured if I'm not careful."

Haven't you thought about this?

Genes raised an eyebrow. "This armored suit has no weapons in its hands..."

"This is an enchanted suit of armor; its fists are probably no less powerful than swords!"

"Why not just dodge it?"

Aaron's lips twitched. "But what if I don't manage to dodge it?"

"Unless something goes wrong, I have faith in you, young master."

Besides, even if something unexpected happens, the treasure vault contains extremely high-quality healing potions that can help you recover from your injuries in the shortest possible time.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I give this arrangement full marks!"

"This was my dad's idea, wasn't it? Even tigers don't eat their cubs, how could he be so heartless as to do this to me!"

“The patriarch has put a lot of thought into this,” Genes explained with a forced smile. “Young Master, you are Gaius’s next successor, and you became a high-level mage before the age of twelve.”

This is a threshold, but since you have crossed it, young master, your future will have to bear more burdens than others.

These are the rules set by the first clan leader. I don't know the specifics, but the clan head will tell you sooner or later.

For three generations, only you, young master, have met this requirement. You can be said to be Gaius's expectation for a hundred years.

That's why your training has to be a bit stricter.

Upon hearing this, Aaron paused for a moment, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

He had been trying his best to hide his talents, but he hadn't expected that he still hadn't hidden them well enough, and he hadn't expected that he would have an unexpectedly heavy burden on his shoulders.

Although he didn't know what it was, he knew that there was no way to avoid it.

This is practically an ancestral rule; his small frame simply cannot defy these thousands of years of tradition.

The hope of the whole family for a hundred years, this title is not so easy to bear.

Tell me, how much do you know about this ancestral rule?