A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron lay in the ice coffin he had meticulously crafted, quietly contemplating what to do next.

Use Phantom Teleport to instantly teleport to a safe place?

No, if he went out now, Genes would definitely send him to the next place, and he didn't want to experience this thrilling feeling again and again.

Moreover, if his teleportation ability were exposed, Genes would definitely prepare in advance, making it impossible for him to use this ability to escape unexpectedly in the future.

After pondering for a while, lying down became his first choice.

Skipping class is out of the question for now, but taking a nap shouldn't be a big deal!

With that thought in mind, Aaron raised his wand and made a small hole in the coffin lid, and then drew two magic circles.

A wind-attribute magic circle ensures air circulation, while a fire-attribute magic circle prevents the temperature inside the coffin from getting too low.

More than an hour later, the escape room returned to normal.

Genes and Abe saw Aaron lying on the open ground and rushed over to check on him anxiously.

But upon closer inspection, the expressions on the faces of both the man and the dragon were quite interesting, because the person they were most worried about was sleeping soundly, as if having a pleasant daydream.

"Truly worthy of being called the young master!" Genes was speechless. The last time someone was this lazy was more than a thousand years ago.

Abe reached out a paw and shook Aaron awake. "Master, wake up."

"Hmm?" Aaron rubbed his eyes. "Is it time?"

“We’ve arrived.” Genes gave a thumbs up. “Young Master, your performance has truly amazed me. You won’t need to experience avalanches anymore.”

I was careless; how did I fall asleep?

Aaron immediately stood up. This was precious rest time; how could he just give it up?

"No, I don't agree."

“Young Master, I need to remind you,” Genes said helplessly, “I’m in charge of arranging your classes. This kind of cheating is enough for once.”

Aaron tried to negotiate, but Genes just kept a straight face and said, "There's no room for negotiation. You can protest, but it won't work."

"All right!"

Genes took out another set of keys, looked at the secret room numbers on the wall, and inserted it into the number one key.

A scorching heat rushed towards them, and the forging room, with the volcano's center as its energy core, appeared before the two people and the dragon.

“I don’t like volcanoes; they’re always so unpredictable.” Aaron shook his head, then skillfully placed his right hand on the hand model of the black stone pillar, and Arg Gaius, with black hair and silver eyes, appeared.

"It's been a long time, little Aaron."

“It has been quite a while, Ancestor,” Aaron said sheepishly. “School just let out for break yesterday, and I came over today.”

“There’s nothing to complain about.” Arge ruffled Aaron’s hair. “This era is pretty good. When I was alive, there were wars all the time.”

"But I just experienced a volcanic eruption and an avalanche, and my mental state was severely damaged."

Upon hearing this, Alger slowly turned his head to look at Genes, his sharp gaze causing cold sweat to appear on Genes' forehead.

“Good job. This is something he has to go through, and the sooner the better.”

"Understood, sir." Genes breathed a sigh of relief, then gave his young master a provocative look: See? The teaching team is all on my side.

Aaron was dumbfounded. He had just thought someone would stand up for him, but this result... was too heartbreaking!

"I heard from Vico that you took my sword?" Arge asked with amusement. "Is it any good?"

"It's so useful! I cleaved that giant snake in two in one go."

“Very good. The first thing you need to do this holiday is to forge a sword.”

“Ancestor,” Aaron hesitated, “my current skill level is only slightly better than that of a blacksmith in the Muggle world. Isn’t it a bit too early for me to be forging weapons?”

"I think so too, but your time is running out."

If I don't get started early and gain experience, I might miss the chance to forge divine weapons later.

Aaron looked bewildered upon hearing this.

He roughly understood the meaning, but what he meant by "my time is running out" was quite frightening!

"Ahem!" Genes coughed, cautiously reminding him, "Lord Arg, the young master is only thirteen years old...it's not appropriate for him to know too much!"

“He deserves to know now that this is the result of our group of old fogies’ discussion.” Alger looked at Genes meaningfully. “Do you believe that in two years he can still dominate you?”

Genes paused for a moment, but quickly shook his head. "I wouldn't doubt that he could beat me when he was an adult, but two years is far too short."

"Who do you think you are?" Aaron said unhappily.

"I absolutely did not mean that, but I just felt it was a bit unrealistic. After all, I am a Grand Magister."

"Grand Archmage?" Aaron looked at him in surprise. "I always thought you were at most a peak Archmage."

Genes' face darkened. "Young Master, aren't you the one looking down on people?"

"But two years ago, Vico said that one way to prevent bodyguards from following me around all the time was to defeat them. He clearly told me back then that I was a mage."

I've done my best to place you at the very top of the Archmage hierarchy. Isn't that enough respect for you?

"Um... never mind." Genes waved his hand wearily. "Actually, the patriarch said that to encourage you and hoped that you could reach the level of a mage as soon as possible."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this.

"If you are a Grand Magister, then that also means my other six bodyguards..."

“Don’t worry, young master, they are all at least mid-level archmages,” Genes said proudly. “Moreover, they have all experienced at least dozens of battles, so fighting enemies of higher levels is no problem for them.”

Aaron: ......

Good guy, really good guy.

I originally thought that I was strong enough to compete with the bodyguard team, and if I won, no one would be able to protect me like that, which was almost like surveillance.

But reality proved to be far more brutal, with the difficulty increasing dramatically. He couldn't defeat any of them, and it now seemed quite challenging to defeat them fair and square in a short period of time.

But he dared not try the other two methods to gain his freedom!

He did achieve the level of a mage before the age of eighteen, but once exposed, these ancestors in the secret chamber could kill him in no time.

The third option is even less likely: to marry, have children, and raise the next generation.

This is a completely impossible task for a thirteen-year-old child.

"They've kept it well hidden!" Aaron said indignantly. "Our school's teaching staff probably can't even compare."

“That’s not necessarily true,” Genes said calmly. “At least your vice principal is quite capable, no less so than me.”

The other heads of the department were in similar situations, especially Severus Snape. If he hadn't wasted most of his energy on Potions, with his talent, he would be close to becoming a Grand Magus by now.

Aaron couldn't help but cover his face.

Damn, everyone around me is a hidden master!

"And what about Albus Dumbledore? How much do you know about him?"

"This... Dumbledore's strength far surpasses mine, I was unaware of that."

"Is there anything you don't know?" Aaron couldn't help but tease.

Genes felt offended and said hesitantly, "Peak Archmage, that was the old patriarch's assessment many years ago."

Dumbledore absolutely deserves the title of the greatest White Mage of this century; even ordinary Saint Mages might not be his match.

Logically speaking, he could enter the Saintly Realm at any time, but for some reason, he has yet to take that step.

"Because we need to overcome a hurdle," Alger said with a sigh.

"What?" Aaron asked curiously, almost forgetting that this ancestor was a Saint Magister in his lifetime, a true veteran.

"This is too early for you. You'll understand when you reach the peak of the Grand Magistership."

"Ancestor, you can't even satisfy the curiosity of a junior like me, can you?"

"Well... alright!" Arge said, both amused and exasperated. "What can I do? I've been stuck with a descendant like you!"

He didn't want Aaron to be overly ambitious, but there were more than twenty of his ancestors in the secret chamber, some of whom were stronger than him in life.

These people might tell Aaron, and at least the guy in charge of the library would definitely answer any questions.

"The transition from magician to archmage relies on accumulation. Once the magical energy reaches the required level, the transition will naturally follow. Generally speaking, wizards can enter this stage before the age of forty."

Therefore, the wizarding world is not lacking in mages, but mages vary in strength, and only a small percentage can break through to higher levels.

The path from Archmage to Grand Archmage depends on talent; only with sufficient talent can one break through those bottlenecks.

To enter the Holy Realm after this, one needs a sufficiently strong heart, to overcome the deepest hurdle within oneself—to put it bluntly, to transcend oneself.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked completely bewildered, while Genes frowned deeply.

There are always some words in the world that are inexplicable and difficult to understand, and surpassing oneself is one of them.

"Hmm? Did I not explain it clearly enough?"

Aaron and Genes nodded in unison, and even Abe pretended to join in.

"Try to put it as simply as possible, in a way that we can understand," Aaron said patiently. "If possible, it would be best to give an example."

Arg pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head and said, "If you want to pursue immortality, you can't be afraid of death."

"Oh!" Aaron suddenly realized. "What if we can't get over this hurdle? Isn't there any other way?"

"There are solutions, but..."

"But what?"

"Let's talk about it when you reach that level!"

"I'm just a blacksmith; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to say anything more."

Aaron: ......

I took out my notebook, and this is all you're saying to me?

Chapter 209 Even the window God opened isn't easy to squeeze through.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Aaron was hammering a red-hot iron block at the forging table. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice the sweat dripping down his face. He was just instinctively using every bit of strength to expel the impurities from the iron block.