A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Flo raised an eyebrow, grabbed Abe's hat, lifted it up, and then started scratching its belly. For a moment, the Holy Dragon's laughter echoed throughout the secret chamber.

Snapped!

Aaron seized the opportunity and hugged Flo's leg, his face full of grievance and tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

In order to make things easier in the days to come, he didn't care about saving face at this point.

"My dear family! You must save me!"

"Let go, let go of me!"

“I won’t, unless you get Genes to give me back my free time.”

"He's gone too far! I'm so young, and he's already assigning me so much physical and mental work. Look at my hands!" Aaron pulled his right hand away. "Look at all the calluses on this handsome guy's hands!"

"You're kidding me! These calluses can be removed in less than two hours with a little magic potion."

"Let go of me now! How dare the heir of a reclusive family do such an indecent thing? What kind of behavior is this?"

Aaron ignored him and continued to hold on tightly.

These ancestors can freely switch between reality and illusion when they are not touched; if you let go, they might run away.

A few black lines appeared on Flo's forehead. "Don't force me to take action!"

"If I can kick you once, I can kick you a second time."

"Then just kick me to death."

"Death would be easier; going to class is worse than death!" Aaron said, on the verge of tears. "If you just say the word, I'll be much more relaxed, and Genes will definitely listen to you."

Flo tried to pull his leg out, but Aaron, after more than two months of training, was no weaker than an adult and couldn't break free in a short time.

A minute later, Flo admitted defeat; he couldn't go too far with his juniors after all.

He looked at Aaron, who was anxiously awaiting a reply, and sighed helplessly. "If you really can't hold on any longer, I'll talk to Genes about it, but right now..."

"I can't take it anymore."

"hehe!

If a breakdown is a hundred, you haven't even reached thirty yet.

You're just feeling a bit tired and irritable; this listless state is pure self-deception.

Upon hearing this, Aaron clung to the man's leg even tighter, pleading, "Why is it so hard for me to just rest for a couple of days?!"

"I understand, I understand perfectly."

For more than two months in a row, I was either studying or on my way to study, or training or on my way to be scolded. It was inevitable that I would be tired.

But if it's tiring now, the road ahead will be much easier.

"Ancestor, are you really not going to help me with this small favor?"

“It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but that I can’t,” Flo said earnestly. “I’m a psychology expert, and my purpose in staying in this secret room is to adjust the daily routines and schedules of future generations based on their condition, so as to ensure their mental health.”

I helped you today, which sets a precedent. Once this precedent is set, there will be a second and a third time.

A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole. You should understand this principle. I have to be responsible for your successor.

Upon hearing this, Aaron remained silent for a long while before slowly releasing his hands.

“Every outstanding successor has gone through this process. Just hang in there for a few more days, and you'll be free when school starts.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. Those words were not comforting at all.

Everyone else's freedom is a holiday, but for him it's the start of school. It's a complete reversal of the two extremes, the difference is so great that it's hard to accept.

“Sigh!” Aaron leaned against the black stone pillar. “I’m only twelve years old, and I have to bear so much pressure.”

"A twelve-year-old mage is extremely rare in Gaius's history. You should be secretly happy!"

If I could make a trade with you, I doubt many people would be unwilling.

"Ancestor, may I ask you a question?"

"Did those successors with similar or even greater talent than me manage to get through it all?"

"No, they have other methods."

"Huh?" Aaron opened his mouth, a hint of surprise in his expression. "What? So you really did give them preferential treatment, didn't you?"

What are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person?

Some of them lived before me, when the family's secret chambers weren't as well-established as they are now, so they had it much easier.

As for my successors, several possessed exceptional talent. One of them particularly impressed me; he mastered all the lessons in less than two months and was considered the closest to the first patriarch.

"What's your name?" Aaron asked curiously.

Flo shook his head. "I clearly remember his existence, but I just can't say his name."

He probably erased it with his powerful magic. For a Saint-level Archmage like me to be helpless, perhaps he's already a God of Magic!

"so smart?"

"What do you think?" Flo rolled his eyes. "Your talent is good, but that doesn't mean you're the only one like it."

Moreover, you are too young, lack experience, and have encountered very few setbacks. Your mindset is far behind that of these experienced individuals.

Aaron nodded, not denying it.

"Is this ancestor still alive?"

"You all managed to leave your memories in the secret room, there's no reason he couldn't."

"This... I can't tell you, to be precise, I don't know either."

After all, I'd been dead for so many years by then; only people of that generation would know.

"Then, what about the others besides him?"

How did they do it?

Flo smiled knowingly, then stretched. "You only have three days left before school starts, so there's no point in knowing. Just forget it!"

Snapped!

Aaron's eyes lit up, and he hugged Flo's leg again, as if he wouldn't let go until someone told him to.

"It's the same old trick again. Can't you come up with something new?"

"As long as it works."

Do you think I'm talking about you?

You younger generation don't learn anything good, but you're all quite adept at sucking up to powerful figures, one after another.

Aaron: ......

"So, how exactly did they do it?"

call!

Flo let out a long sigh and looked at Aaron helplessly, "I knew you'd ask this sooner or later, but you're really a little late. Is it really that hard for you to hold on for three more days?"

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

"Hmm? Okay!"

"Your reasoning convinces me," Flo said speechlessly. "Actually, the principle is very simple."

If we compare Gaius's Chamber to a school, and we old folks to teachers, then you are naturally the student.

Students who are tired of studying have two options: one is to ask the teacher for leave, and if that doesn't work, then there's only one other option...

"Skipping class?"

Aaron blurted out that he hadn't thought of it, but he admitted he was tempted.

This is a desperate measure, even a cornered dog will jump over a wall! Why can't a good student skip class if they can't handle it?

Chapter 117 Learning from the Experience of Running Away

Although he had the idea of ​​skipping class, Aaron still smiled shyly and said, "That's not really appropriate!"

"What are you pretending for?" Flo laughed dismissively. "I know exactly what you're thinking."

However, as your ancestor, I feel it's necessary to remind you that I don't know if any of my predecessors skipped class, but eight of my successors chose to skip class, yet only one succeeded.

In other words, the chances of failing to skip class are very high, so you need to be mentally prepared.

Aaron's expression changed, and his excited heart quickly calmed down.

Almost forgot, with Genes watching over him at home, there are at least two people secretly protecting him outside.

With this setup, I'm afraid he'll be caught by Genes the moment he tries to escape.

There will definitely be no punishment, since his parents aren't around, and he's the boss at home now.

But the problem is, it's embarrassing!

Skipping class is not something to be proud of, and if he gets caught skipping class, he'll probably have to lower his voice by eight octaves when he speaks to Genes.

"Wait, Ancestor Flo, how did the successful one do it?"

"It's very simple, the most dangerous place is the safest place."

He hid directly in another secret room without any ancestral memories, and only came out after he had had his fill of playing.

However, this path is now blocked, and all the secret chambers are now enchanted, making it clear how many living people are inside.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily.

孽 孽!

This ancestor certainly enjoyed his leisurely time fishing, but he effectively blocked the path for those who came after him.

Don't be disappointed!

Skipping classes has been a thing of the past three hundred years, so we need to be a bit more relaxed about students now, and you still have a chance of success.

I guarantee with my integrity that you will be safe for three or four hours after you escape the castle.

"Heh! I'll take that as a way of comforting me," Aaron said with a wry smile. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he clung to Flo's leg once more. "Ancestor! You've mentored so many outstanding students; you must have learned something by now!"