A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"How do we solve this?"

"That's easy, go find Flo!"

He had specifically developed a technique for concealing one's mind, which could create an impregnable fortress around the soul.

"cut!"

Aaron curled his lip, realizing that the solution was still in someone else's hands.

Vicht felt he had been underestimated once again, so he immediately put on a stern face and inscribed a red magic circle in the void.

"However, the Concealing Heart Technique can only defend, while mine can effectively counterattack."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. I wouldn't lie to a junior like that."

This is a mind defense array I developed based on the art of concealing one's mind. If you don't believe me, you can ask your butler.

Genes scratched his head awkwardly, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. "It's true."

Aaron promptly grabbed Vicht's leg, "Ancestor, you must teach me this."

"Don't worry, you are my disciple and descendant. If I don't teach you, who else would I teach?"

However, there's a small prerequisite for learning this magic circle: you must first learn the art of concealing your thoughts.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wichett felt his thighs being released.

Turning around, he saw Aaron looking at him with disdain, his eyes conveying a clear message: "You dare to make improvements on someone else's work and then talk about it so confidently."

"Hmph! Do you want to learn or not?"

"think."

"That settles it then," Vicht chuckled. "My accelerated learning method won't work on you, but your mental strength is very strong, so your learning speed shouldn't be too slow."

"Choose a magic circle to start memorizing. Once you have it clearly etched into your mind, I will tell you how magic works."

Aaron didn't say anything. He sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at a magic circle on the wall that was flashing with a white light, and fell into deep thought.

Two hours later, Aaron waved one hand in mid-air, drawing a summoning circle to test the effect of this psychic spell.

Soon, Abe appeared in front of the three of them, holding a half-eaten cantaloupe, looking around blankly.

Wasn't I secretly eating melon seeds in the corner? How did you suddenly come over here?

Genes: ......

I knew it, I knew it, this guy definitely ate something secretly.

"Hmm...not bad." Vicht said calmly, "Mastering the basics in two hours, worthy of being my descendant."

"How do you compare to your ancestors?" Aaron asked curiously.

"I created the written language, and you wrote it. What do you think?"

"is it?

But as far as I know, magic circles are not your sole invention, Ancestor.

Vihert immediately rolled his eyes at Genes, thinking, "Why did you tell this guy everything?"

"Don't look at me like that," Genes said awkwardly. "Reading is the young master's hobby, it's normal for him to know a little more."

“Alright!” Vicht smiled. “Looks like you won’t be satisfied until I explain things clearly, little guy.”

Even the simplest magic circle would take a wizard at least a week to learn, but you did it in less than two hours. Your talent is exceptional.

"Get to the point, how do I compare to you?"

“I… I learned it the moment I saw the magic circle,” Vicht said calmly, then noticed Aaron’s astonished expression. “I wasn’t planning to say it, after all, it would be a bit too much of a blow to a genius.”

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed hard. He felt that his ancestor hadn't lied to him, but this was simply too unbelievable.

“Focus on your studies!” Vicht said with a sigh. “Nowadays, almost no wizards are willing to learn magic circles because they are too difficult.”

Thousands of years ago, most wizards would spend their entire lives inscribing dozens of magic circles, but their magical power was insufficient to support fighting with magic circles.

Over time, this sophisticated skill was phased out and was at most used in some fixed buildings.

However, if one truly masters magic circles and understands their arrangement and coordination, the power they unleash is absolutely unimaginable.

Aaron gave Wicht a thumbs-up, saying, "Amazing."

"Use your words."

"I will learn these things, and I will definitely be stronger than you in the future."

“I’ve been waiting for this day,” Vicht laughed. “But I must remind you that there have been more than twenty heirs with the same ambition as you before, but only one of them has succeeded in the end.”

"Then I'll be the second one."

After saying that, Aaron looked at Genes and said, "It's time for lunch!"

Yes, lunch is ready.

Meal time is half an hour; you must continue with class afterward.

"I know, I know."

Aaron waved his hand, not caring much. Although he only attended classes for half a day, he didn't find them boring.

At least he managed to hold on, and he gained a 'spiritual communication skill' in just one morning, so it wasn't a complete loss.

After leaving the secret room, Aaron carried Abe to the restaurant to have lunch.

However, the image of the owner having four dishes and a soup while the pet enjoyed a Manchu Han Imperial Feast was still somewhat unacceptable to him.

However, after Abe had eaten half of the meal, Genes removed the remaining fifteen dishes.

Seeing Abe's bewildered and angry expression, he shook his head slightly. "This is the price you pay for stealing food."

"Hahaha..." Aaron laughed unkindly, "You asked for this yourself, you can't blame anyone else."

As the days went by, Aaron worked shifts between Diagon Alley and the family secret room.

Signing in and studying can go hand in hand.

Two months later, Aaron successfully graduated from Vaughn's school, learning to play the piano and harmonica, and also successfully learned the art of concealing one's mind from Flo.

In addition, his alcohol tolerance has increased significantly. At first, he was drunk after three cups, but now he can barely drink straight from the bottle and is still full of energy after three bottles.

What he is most satisfied with is his current physique. After all, an ancestor used various rare materials to temper his body. In two months, he grew five centimeters taller and has eight-pack abs. He has gained a group of female fans in Diagon Alley just by his good looks.

The enhancement of his physique has also greatly improved his close combat ability. Now he can defeat five sets of armor without using magic, and he doesn't even break a sweat.

Although taking on six opponents at once is still quite challenging, the two hours of sword training each day have made things much easier. At least I don't get beaten up anymore, and I can also learn how to use other weapons.

Seeing the results, Aaron solemnly apologized to the Hogg ancestor who was in charge of the course, admitting that he had been blind to the potential of a great man and had been somewhat hasty in his understanding of physical strength.

Hogg's original words were: "The body is a great treasure. This path of evolution has only a beginning and no end. He is just an explorer."

Aaron was incredibly excited at the time, but also felt a little regretful.

What's exciting is the appearance, not the physical condition, but the fact that it can still be improved. It's a pity that Hogg's ancestors died a little too young. If they had lived a few more years, perhaps their descendants could have avoided some detours.

However, completing several courses does not mean ease; on the contrary, it is an even heavier burden.

While pleased with his son's progress, Genes decisively allocated his hard-earned free time to other subjects.

The forging class time has been increased by half an hour every day, and the magic circle class will be studied for an additional forty-five minutes every day.

The hardest part was that he had to spend two hours in Moore's operating room every day, going from observing to personally performing dissections, learning first aid, simple suturing, and the effects of various drugs on humans and other races. Every day, a piece of his brain cell would die.

The combined physical and mental pressure was driving him to the brink of collapse. Although there were only a few days left before the start of the semester, he felt like he couldn't take another day.

Chapter 116 Even good students can skip class

After another day of training, Aaron, without telling Genes, took Abe to the twenty-eighth secret room.

He felt that he was in a particularly negative state lately, and even seriously suspected that he had depression at a young age, and urgently needed psychological guidance.

Flo emerged from the black stone pillar and, seeing Aaron's lifeless eyes, understood what had happened. He sighed, "The longest road a student walks is the road paved by the teacher's schemes."

You think you're on the second level, but teachers are often on the fifth level, and as for the more astute principals, they're practically in the atmosphere.

"Ancestor, please don't make fun of me."

“I’m not making fun of you, I’m just stating a fact,” Flo said with amusement. “To be honest, I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.”

I had previously opposed using free time for other subjects, but unfortunately, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all rejected this suggestion.

When it was my turn to be in charge, I understood why they did it this way and how they have successfully continued this tradition.

"Why?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "Is there some secret involved?"

“No,” Flo said embarrassedly, “Even we, the older generation, know how to work hard. You younger generations have better resources and more comfortable conditions, so why shouldn’t you work hard?”

To put it bluntly, it's purely a matter of psychological imbalance.

Aaron opened his mouth, then lay down on the floor with a wry smile.

That's impressive, you're a real gem.

In other families, it's the children who cause trouble for their fathers, but Gaius only thinks about causing trouble for his descendants.

When I become the head of the family, I will definitely abolish this rule...

No, the younger generation should receive a better education. I have to give them a few more courses. That's how double-standard I am.

"Cough cough! Aren't you afraid of driving people crazy by playing like this?"

Why do you think I'm in this secret room?

"Isn't this just adding another layer of insurance for you descendants?" Flo said irritably. "You've known me for a while now. I can see things that ordinary people can't, and I can make adjustments based on your condition in a timely manner."

The adjustments include reducing classes, taking leave to rest, and going on trips to relax...

Halfway through his sentence, Aaron's eyes lit up, and he lunged at Flo's thigh.

Before he could even hug him, the ancestor kicked him two meters away without any politeness. "Luckily, I've also trained. I really need to change this habit of always trying to cling to other people's coattails."

Upon seeing this, Abe immediately ran over, spread his wings, and fiercely protected Aaron, displaying a spirit of fearlessness in the face of death.