A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

One sentence shattered the last shred of hope in Aaron's heart.

This isn't because there are bad people among the masses; it's because he's the only good person among them. The contrast is too great.

"How could this be?"

"If it weren't for this, I, a mere steward, wouldn't dare to arrange this kind of scenario for the young master."

However, the young master's performance was truly outstanding. Although he acted a bit childish at the finish line, it was harmless.

Aaron gave a bitter smile. "What was it like when Vico encountered a volcanic eruption?"

"Um... the patriarch arrived at the finish line in the last half minute, but he was in a much worse state, with his clothes in tatters."

Aaron looked at his relatively clean clothes and a surge of pride welled up inside him.

He's definitely much better than his father; he's a prime example of the younger generation surpassing the older.

"Can we leave now? I'm a little panicked about staying here."

Genes glanced at his watch, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"Is it okay or not?" Aaron said impatiently. "Give me a straight answer."

"The head of the family means three hours a day. There are still one hour and forty-five minutes left, so you may have to come again."

Upon hearing this, Aaron was so angry he felt like he was about to explode.

Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.

"Three hours, is he trying to kill me?"

“The head of the family absolutely has no such intention,” Genes said immediately. “I can guarantee that.”

“Uncle Genes,” Aaron said with a fawning smile, “you watched me grow up, how can you bear to see me struggling to survive amidst all sorts of natural disasters every day?”

"Of course I can't bear it, young master, you're still young."

I also explicitly protested to the head of the household that this training method was too extreme for a child; once a week would be about right.

Aaron nodded in deep agreement. "That's right, absolutely right."

Vico himself was brought to this secret room when he was sixteen years old, so why should he have to suffer like this three years earlier?

However, he soon heard the word "but," and his heart sank to the bottom.

As we all know, if a sentence contains a "but," then everything before that is just fluff.

"However, my suggestion was rejected."

The reason is simple: people are different.

Geniuses have their own training methods. To train a genius using the methods for cultivating ordinary people would undoubtedly be a waste of talent, and you, young master, happen to be the most outstanding member of the Gaius family in the past century.

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, determined to hide the existence of the Thought Entity until the time was right.

The training methods for geniuses are already terrifying enough; if they were to go to an even higher level, his fragile mind might not be able to withstand it.

"In fact, I don't really agree with this statement."

"Even the most talented person needs time to grow, and a thirteen-year-old isn't suited to be exposed to these things," Genes said. "The head of the family seems to realize he was being a bit hasty and has decided to base his decision on your first performance."

If you failed just now, young master, then it will be once every three days, and the time cannot exceed one hour.

But you persevered, young master, and accomplished a task that no ordinary person could have done. In particular, the half-finished ultimate magic circle truly amazed me.

According to the patriarch's instructions, after you succeed, you must experience at least three hours of training each day... or more.

Rumble!

Aaron was completely stunned. It turns out that being too outstanding really is a sin!

"Uncle Genes, it's just the two of us here."

"How about this, you turn a blind eye, and I'll be free."

“Young Master, I really want to help you, and I even suggested you give up just now,” Genes said helplessly. “But the patriarch received the news as soon as you touched that black stone pillar, so even if I wanted to favor you, I couldn’t.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron felt utterly hopeless, and a bitter expression appeared on his face.

Sure enough, your dad is always your dad. Vico even thought of that.

"But if I waste three hours on this class every day, won't the other teachers be unhappy?"

“No need to worry about that.” Genes had anticipated this and calmly took out a class schedule.

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. "You even prepared this?"

"certainly.

As the young master's butler and temporary guardian, I prepared two schedules early on: one for one hour of extreme training every day, and the other for three hours of extreme training every day.

This is the latter; I specifically discussed it at length with the more than twenty adults in the secret room.

"That's incredibly thoughtful," Aaron said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment," Genes said modestly. "It's all for the young master's growth; my hard work is nothing."

Aaron: ......

This doesn't sound like a compliment at all!

“Time is limited, it’s time for your next extreme challenge.” Genes tried his best to smile kindly and encouraged, “I believe you can do it, young master.”

After he finished speaking, the floor beneath his feet lifted him into the air again, and the environment in the room changed once more.

What was once an erupting active volcano is now a white snow-capped mountain. The biting wind howled and penetrated Aaron's clothes, making him shiver.

Fortunately, he was physically fit enough, otherwise the low temperature would have been a real problem for him.

"Wait a minute."

Aaron shouted at Genes, but as soon as he spoke, a distant mountain began to collapse, plunging into the abyss along with the white snow.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard; he already knew what he was about to face.

An avalanche, and not just any avalanche.

Where he stood, there was almost no color other than white; the snow would have rolled down much faster than lava.

"What's wrong, young master?" Genes asked.

Aaron lowered his voice, "Can I rest for a bit?"

Genes glanced at his watch, feigning nonchalance. "There's only an hour and a half left, and things can change in an instant. The enemy will only take advantage of your vulnerability and won't give you any time to rest."

“Alright! I can’t refute that reason.” Aaron’s face darkened. “Then I have another question.”

"please say."

"At least tell me where the exit is!"

"Unfortunately, there is no exit from this instance."

Young master, all you have to do is ensure your survival for an hour and a half.

Of course, it's okay if you fail, but believe me, being swallowed by ice and snow is definitely not a pleasant feeling.

"Is that so?" Aaron looked thoughtfully at the swirling snowflakes, a playful smile playing on his lips. "I don't want to experience the feeling of freezing to death."

Seeing Aaron's confident demeanor, Genes said no more and with a light wave of his wand, the snow-capped mountain began to shake violently.

The white demon, carrying immense force, swept down with incredible speed and power.

"cut!"

Aaron pursed his lips, appearing remarkably calm in the face of such a terrifying natural disaster.

“Young Master,” Genes couldn’t help but remind him, “you only have less than thirty seconds.”

"Calm down, calm down." Aaron waved his hand. "I can't outrun an avalanche, and I certainly can't draw an ultimate magic circle in half a minute. Besides, even an ultimate magic circle of this scale couldn't stop it!"

"You can't just stand there and wait to die!" Genes shouted urgently, looking at his young master with a hint of disappointment. "At least try to struggle!"

"Don't worry, I have my own ideas."

Aaron raised his wand and drew an ice-blue magic circle, summoning a huge block of ice.

"I still know some basic Transfiguration."

As soon as the words were spoken, the shape of the ice cube changed.

But as the specific shape appeared, Genes stared in disbelief, his face filled with astonishment.

Chapter 208 Surrounded by Hidden Powers

“That is…” Genes swallowed hard, his face darkening as he forced a smile, and asked, “A coffin?”

"Nonsense." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, opened the coffin lid, and lay down inside. "I'd love to build a Noah's Ark, but my strength doesn't allow it!"

Genes was momentarily speechless, wanting to say something but unsure how to begin.

Young Master is very talented, but to navigate this secret room with ease, talent is not as important as accumulation.

The older they are, the more advantageous they become, as their abundant magical energy and knowledge reserves are enough to allow them to calmly avoid this crisis.

The young master is only a thirteen-year-old child. Even if his magic energy meets the standard, he cannot handle such a large-scale situation with the magic he has learned so far.

Therefore, having a beautiful coffin made for oneself before death is not without its elegance.

Genes nodded to himself, feeling that he had guessed the young master's thoughts.

Aaron, who was closing the coffin lid on himself, suddenly shuddered, but he didn't think much of it, since this kind of environment could easily make people tremble.

Rumble!

As expected, the massive snowfall engulfed the coffin.

After a violent jolt, Aaron opened his eyes to complete darkness.

"Buried deep enough!" Aaron chuckled, then picked up his wand. "Flash!"

The darkness was dispelled by the light, but what was seen was an incredibly heavy white, filling one's heart with a sense of oppression.

"Okay! It's not just deep, it's extremely deep."