A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“No, I wouldn’t,” Genes said bluntly.

"Then why did you bring me here? To figure it out myself?"

"of course not.

"My subordinate said that each secret chamber has a unique teaching method." Genes said, leading Aaron to the center of the secret chamber, where a black stone pillar slowly emerged from a small piece of lava.

"Just put your hand on it."

Aaron did as he was told, extending his right hand and pressing it onto the hand model on the stone pillar.

The next moment, strange patterns appeared on the stone pillar, and lava slowly flowed up along these patterns, forming a human figure in the air above the stone pillar.

Soon the lava disappeared, and a young man with black hair and silver eyes who looked somewhat like Aaron appeared in front of the two.

This young man is similar to a ghost; he has a certain degree of self-awareness and can pass through any physical entity.

But unlike ghosts, its cool entrance alone is enough to put ghosts to shame, and its body is no different from a human's, not the grayish-white color unique to ghosts.

When Genes saw the figure appear, he immediately bowed to show his respect.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Aaron and began to introduce himself, "I am the forty-seventh patriarch, Ager Gaius."

Outstanding junior, would you like to learn forging?

I can teach you to forge an indestructible weapon that will allow you to defeat all enemies. And if one day you become the God of Magic, perhaps you could even use it to slay a god.

"That's way too exaggerated!" Aaron chuckled, somewhat disbelieving.

Don't you believe me?

It doesn't matter. You're not the first, and you're destined not to be the last.

"This is real?"

Just as Arge was about to speak, Genes coughed, "Um... please forgive my rudeness, but young master Aaron is only twelve years old this year."

"Twelve years old?" Arger raised an eyebrow, looked Aaron over carefully, and couldn't help but smile. "Interesting, very interesting."

"Little guy, you've been hiding it well!"

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. He realized that his true strength had not escaped the eyes of this ancestor. He immediately put on a harmless and shy smile. "Ancestor, you won't tell anyone, will you?"

"No, it's your skill to have achieved this. I'm not so petty as to hold a grudge against a junior."

Besides, I've been through the same thing, so I know how difficult it is to be an heir.

Aaron admitted that he was moved. "Ancestor, you are a good man."

“A good person?” Alger laughed. “That assessment really doesn’t apply to me. I’ve never killed anyone in my life, but the number of people who have died because of the weapons I’ve made is at least in the four digits.”

"That's not quite right, because the number of people who die with wands is far greater, yet the wizarding world hasn't banned their sale, has it?"

"Well said, I'm starting to like you a little."

Aaron scratched his head sheepishly, then asked, "Ancestor, what state are you in right now?"

"They don't seem like a living person, and they don't seem like a ghost at all."

"This is a profound magic, memory magic."

On the day my time was about to end, I connected some of my memories with this space. As long as this space exists, this magic can continue.

However, the drawback is also obvious: I exist in the form of memories and cannot leave this place, so I spend most of my time sleeping.

Within this space, I can use magic, but my power is only a fraction of what it was in my previous life.

"How strong is it?"

"Barely at the level of a Grand Magister!"

"hiss!"

Aaron gasped. If someone could possess the strength of a Grand Magister even after death, then this ancestor must have been a Saint Magister in life!

"Then, ancestor, can you tell me..."

"Are you sure you want to know now?" Alger smiled meaningfully. "I know what you want to ask, but not knowing is one thing, knowing is another."

Aaron paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and his expression changed slightly.

"Never mind, I'll find out when the time comes."

"A smart person."

"So tell me now, do you want to learn forging from me?"

"Well, let's just forget about it!" Aaron said, embarrassed.

"Um?

I'm giving you another chance to choose.

“Ancestor, let me explain.”

Times have changed. No matter how powerful a forged weapon is, it can't compare to a nuclear bomb, so...

Aaron's voice trailed off as Arg's face darkened visibly.

“Junior, you are a wizard, and you wield the power of the mystical side.”

While Muggle technology certainly has its merits, you've probably heard the saying, "The end of science is theology," and forging is one of the best shortcuts to theology.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ancestor, my plan is to reach the pinnacle without relying on external aids."

So, unfortunately.

“Another guy with wildly ambitious ideas.” Arger crossed his arms. “Let me tell you, you won’t lose out by learning forging, you won’t be fooled by learning forging.”

"I don't have that much time, really." Aaron declined again, albeit tactfully.

“I thought you were a smart guy!” Arge shrugged, then looked at Genes. “Tell Vico that his son will be my apprentice from now on.”

He has to learn it, whether he likes it or not.

Genes paused slightly, gave Aaron an apologetic look, and then nodded weakly, "Yes, sir."

Aaron: ......

This has a somewhat coercive or forced-sale feel to it.

"I disagree, this is not fair."

“No, this is fair,” Alger said calmly. “You inherit my skills, and I will keep your secret. Is there a problem?”

"No!" Aaron gritted his teeth. "No problem."

"Then what should you call me?"

“Ancestor, no, teacher.”

“That’s right.” Arge smiled smugly. “I know you might be a little unhappy, but I really can’t bear to miss out on such a gem as you.”

Learn more now, and you'll thank me later.

Of course, you don't have much time, and you can't learn all my skills, but how far you go on this path depends on yourself.

Aaron nodded as if he understood, then looked at Genes and said, "The first elective course has been decided."

"Yes, there are still two courses to choose from."

"Then leave quickly!"

"Wait a minute," Arge stopped the two of them. "This course is a required course, and I don't think little Aaron would mind taking another one!"

Aaron clenched his fist, then helplessly let it go.

It wasn't that he didn't want to defy his superiors, but that he simply couldn't win the fight.

"I don't mind, of course I don't mind. It's because my ancestors think highly of me."

“A clever man.” Alger smiled even more broadly, then waved his hand, and the door behind the secret chamber slowly opened. “Go, I’ve opened the second door for you. Come here to find me for one hour every day.”

Aaron took a deep breath and eagerly headed towards the next door.

Genes looked at Arger, hesitated, and said with some heartache, "Lord Arger, the young master is only a twelve-year-old child. I'm afraid he can't bear such pressure."

“I trust my judgment,” Alger laughed. “This guy is not as simple as you think. If this weren’t my memory space, I wouldn’t have been able to tell.”

"Can..."

"No buts."

To be so shrewd at the age of twelve, the Gaius family certainly has a worthy successor.

All you have to do is trust him, and trust me.

"Yes, I understand." Genes nodded heavily, then turned and walked towards the second door.

Chapter 109 Talented Individuals Emerge in Every Generation of the Family

vomit!

As soon as Genes entered the second secret room, he saw Aaron vomiting while holding a trash can.

Abe also covered his eyes tightly, his white wings trembling as if he were having a nightmare.

"Young Master, you..."

"Don't talk." Aaron waved his hand with some difficulty. "Let me finish throwing up first, ugh..."

After a long while, Aaron finally managed to get used to the environment. Once he was standing, he looked at Genes with a puzzled expression. "The last secret room was forging, but what about this one?"

Morgue? Incinerator? Or specimen storage?

“Um…” Genes glanced at the various organ specimens displayed on the wall and the several corpses placed in the center, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This was my mistake. I should have prepared you mentally before the young master came in."

"Don't interrupt, tell me honestly what this place is for?"

Just say it directly. There are all sorts of birds in a big forest; I can accept it if an evil dark wizard comes from the family.

"Is it possible that this is an operating room?"

"Heh! Heh heh!" Aaron sneered, then picked up Abe and carefully removed the two dragon claws covering its eyes.