A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Um... Lord Arg, actually, it was just a minor injury I sustained during sword training," Genes explained with an embarrassed smile. "A little medicine and a good night's sleep should be enough to heal me."

"That's okay!"

Aaron: ......

"Your change of expression is too fast!"

"I went through the same thing. Who hasn't been beaten as a kid?"

“It’s different. You were definitely not forced to learn forging when you were a child.”

"Who said there isn't?"

"But I didn't have a teacher as good as me back then, so you got a great deal." Arger chuckled, then took a small hammer and tossed it directly into Aaron's hand.

"Take this, it's an essential item for every blacksmith in the early stages."

"Early stage?"

“Of course, it’s in the early stages. For truly great blacksmiths, like me, there’s no need for a hammer.” Arger said, taking out another booklet. “Here, this is the knowledge you need to master: temperature, cooling, quenching, material compatibility, and so on. Take a look when you have some free time.”

Aaron opened the booklet. The illustrations were quite clear, but the various precise data and formulas made his head spin.

"So what should I do now?"

“It’s very simple!” Arger pointed to a red-hot iron block on the forging table. “Hammer it, and use all your strength with every strike.”

I'll be watching you closely, so don't slack off!

"This, that's it?" Aaron asked in astonishment. "Isn't this too irresponsible? What's the difference between this and letting them roam freely?"

"Didn't I give you a booklet? That's a treasure trove of information I've compiled!"

Do you expect me to teach you how to hold a hammer? And how to apply force?

"Shouldn't it be?"

"That's what Muggles do, we're wizards."

For wizard blacksmiths, this is just a transitional phase, akin to a self-study session in the first lesson.

It has a certain sense of ritual, but it doesn't really mean much, you understand?

Aaron nodded as if he understood, then said nothing more and began to strike with the hammer.

Alger walked up to Genes, picked up Abe, and rubbed its head with interest. "Why didn't I encounter such an interesting creature when I was alive?"

Abe struggled violently, but in front of a great mage, it was just an ordinary little chick, completely powerless to resist.

"This is Young Master Aaron's unique pet, and the head of the family and his wife both adore it."

“They are quite cute,” Arge said. “Not only cute, but also very powerful. This generation’s successor will have great companions.”

Hearing this, Abe smiled sheepishly and stopped struggling so violently.

"He seems quite loyal now."

Abe laughed even harder, looking like he wouldn't be happy even if you praised him.

Aaron, who was swinging his hammer nearby, felt a strange sense of regret upon seeing this scene. He should have given the dragon cub a lesson with an egg back then.

Two hours later, Aaron, exhausted from swinging the hammer thousands of times, dragged his body into the second secret chamber.

Ancestor Mor looked very seriously at Aaron's trembling hands and said with some regret, "I originally planned to teach you dissection. I even prepared the corpses for you. But things didn't go as planned."

Aaron: ......

Thank you, Ancestor Alger, for turning misfortune into blessing and escaping a calamity!

"But it's okay, we can just watch!"

At least it will improve your mental fortitude.

"Um... young master, I'll go to the next secret room and wait for you." Genes swallowed and quickened his pace toward the third secret room.

Abe followed closely behind, and halfway there he started running. After a few steps, he spread his wings and quickly disappeared inside.

"Traitor! You have no loyalty!"

"If you're going to run away, at least take me with you!"

"What did you say?"

"nothing?"

Moore didn't care. He calmly picked up the craniotomy instrument and pointed it at the head of the corpse on the operating table. "This is a lesson you must go through. It is of great significance."

Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you, and you will be able to take it in stride even if you see a real mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in the future.

So, don't even blink.

puff!

Yin Hong's blood gushed from his head.

Aaron swallowed hard, then turned around and vomited violently.

"Tsk! This year's class is really hard to manage!"

An hour later, Aaron walked tremblingly toward the third secret room.

Only he knows what he just went through; his skin, blood, bones, and internal organs were all laid bare before his eyes, from the outside in.

When the last blood-soaked human skeleton was placed on the shelf, he could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

He didn't know how Moore managed to dissect a corpse completely in an hour, but he truly understood all the structures of the human body.

Moreover, he was 100% certain that he would have a poor appetite and be unable to eat for the next week or two.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Genes asked anxiously.

"Hmph! Do I look like I'm alright?"

I don't need to look in a mirror to know how pale I am.

"Young Master, I've seen that scene once before, and I don't want to see it a second time."

Abe: "Waaah..."

I'm worried that if I stay there, he might not be able to resist cutting me open.

"Fine, you're both right. So you think you can ignore me just because you're right?"

“No!” Genes immediately took out a bottle of medicine. “A special tranquilizer, it will be good for you, young master.”

The clan chief drank this potion, and the next day he had a perfectly good appetite.

"At least you have a conscience." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the tranquilizer, and downed it in one gulp.

To be honest, after drinking it, I did feel refreshed and my legs stopped shaking. My mental state improved a lot, but I still felt lingering fear when I thought about the bloody scene just now.

Abe, trying to ingratiate herself, pulled out a green apple, saying, "It's very sweet."

"Hmph!" Aaron turned his face away, but still picked up the apple, took a bite with some displeasure, and then looked at the musical instruments all over the room. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally, one of them is normal. I'll go over and summon the Ancestor Vaughn right now."

"Young Master, wait!" Genes hurriedly stopped him. "Young Master, you've forgotten, music lessons are held every three days. I scheduled this class on the third day of your timetable, so..."

"So...you did this on purpose?"

"How could that be? I stayed up all night to put together a perfect timetable."

As Genes spoke, he took out a—no, to be precise, a long timetable from his pocket, which was meticulously arranged from today until the day before Aaron's school started.

Aaron's lips twitched, he covered his face with one hand, on the verge of tears. "You're so mean!"

“Young Master,” Genes hesitated for a moment before finally uttering, “It’s the truth, you have to accept it.”

"Damn it!" Aaron rolled his eyes. "The next class is about magic circles, right?"

"Yes, it's Lord Wichte's lesson."

Two hours later, we can start preparing lunch.

Aaron smiled silently and walked straight to the next door. He passed through several doors and arrived at a secret room filled with magic circles.

The moment he entered, Vihert emerged from the stone pillar, looking at him with a broad smile.

"You, this, teacher, how did you get out?"

“I am different from others. All the magic circles here are my eyes. As long as someone of the same bloodline comes, I can awaken at any time,” Vicht said. “In the first lesson, all you have to do is look at one of the magic circles and memorize it deeply.”

"Does it have to be so abstract?"

"If you can't do it, I can help you."

After knocking them unconscious, entering their dream world will definitely enhance the effect significantly.

“There’s no need for that,” Aaron said immediately, then looked at the dense array of magic circles on the wall and decided to choose the simplest one.

But as soon as he calmed down, everything went black before his eyes. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the smiling face of his ancestor.

Chapter 115 The faster you learn, the greater the pressure.

When Aaron opened his eyes, he looked at the white-haired Wicht with a face full of sorrow, and was about to cry with grievance.

"No, no, not at all," Vicht said with an awkward smile. "I just wanted you to get started quickly, but... who would have thought that your mental defenses were the best I've ever seen? It took a lot of effort to barely get into your dream."

"And then?" Aaron scoffed dismissively.

“You really are a monster,” Vicht said speechlessly. “You almost trapped me in your dream. If I hadn’t had more tricks up my sleeve, I probably wouldn’t have been able to escape until you woke up.”

Aaron gave him a deep look, strongly suspecting that this ancestor had brought about his own demise.

If he were a bit more skilled, or if he weren't unconscious, he could definitely use the power of dreams to give Vicht a huge beating.

Seeing Aaron's expression, Wichter coughed and said in a pretentious tone, "Your Occlumency technique is quite good, without any flaws."

However, the spiritual realm cannot be perfected by a single magic spell.

Upon hearing this, Aaron frowned. He had been overjoyed to have learned this magic, but he never expected that there would be a loophole.

"Please enlighten me, ancestor."

Vicht nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to Aaron's chest, "Brain Occlusion can protect your memories and protect you from the invasion of others' will, but the mind is another matter."

It's important to know that some wizards can control a person's mind and thus their actions; even someone stronger than oneself would be in trouble if they fell for it.