A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Abe was also put on a treadmill by Genes and forced to burn off body fat as quickly as possible.

“Very good.” Arg said with some pride, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Aaron. “If he could focus his energy on forging, he would definitely become a blacksmith who surpasses me in the future.”

“But that’s impossible.” Genes glanced at his watch. “Besides, the young master’s next class starts in ten minutes, you see…”

"You're such a spoilsport!" Alger scoffed, then snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, everything inside the sealed room fell silent.

"what happened?"

Aaron snapped out of his daze and turned around to look at the two of them blankly.

"An hour is almost up, it's time for your next class."

Aaron placed the hammer on the forging table and rubbed his aching arm. "What about my sword?"

"You don't need to worry about that. This secret room is connected to my memories, and everything inside is naturally under my control. You can continue with the cleanup process in the next class."

"I see." Aaron suddenly realized, then looked at the half-finished sword blank he had made and frowned, "So... is the sword I made real?"

“Of course not, those ores were all constructed by me based on my own memories.” As he spoke, Alger noticed Aaron’s darkening face and immediately added, “I did hoard a batch of rare ores when I was alive, but I wouldn’t give them to a newbie to level up; that would be a shameful waste.”

"But what you just threw into the furnace was just ordinary iron ore!"

I didn't see any of those so-called rare materials.

"Didn't I put mithril in just now?" Alger turned to look at Genes and asked.

"Maybe not."

"What about black iron, meteorites, and fire crystals?"

“It seems…” Genes was about to shake his head when he saw Alger’s warning look and immediately changed his words, “I’ve been urging Abe to run and haven’t been paying much attention.”

"Don't take it so seriously!" Alger said somewhat awkwardly. "It's just a simple simulation, but it can give you a very realistic experience."

"Hehe! It doesn't matter."

In short, you left behind a considerable fortune during your lifetime, all of which are waiting for me to inherit!

Arger paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Although it's true, it still sounds so heartbreaking!

Just kidding, don't take it seriously.

"But you have to be generous. Since it's a memory simulation, don't be stingy with those precious materials." Aaron said, lifting Abe off the treadmill and following Genes to the next classroom.

Arg watched Aaron's retreating figure, shook his head with a wry smile.

This junior makes it sound so easy. He's someone who considers forging his life, and seeing those rare materials ruined is more painful than seeing his own son die.

Since Aaron had successfully graduated from some majors last year, Genes reduced some courses based on the actual situation. When they entered the second classroom, they saw Wicht with a full head of white hair.

Just as Aaron was about to greet him, Wicht teleported right in front of him.

Their eyes met, and the old man revealed a playful smile. "Your strength has improved quite well."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he could tell that his magical power was not yet complete?

That shouldn't be the case! It would be understandable if it were a thought form that was discovered, but it's the physical body, so it shouldn't be exposed.

"Intermediate-level mage, it's clear you haven't wasted this year."

call!

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief; thank goodness no one noticed.

"Young Master, you're a mid-level mage?" Genes said in astonishment. "No wonder Lord Arg said you could surpass me within two years."

“Keep pretending,” Aaron sneered. “Our ancestors could tell because I was in their memory space, but you, a great archmage, can’t see it?”

“He really can’t tell,” Vihert explained. “Grand Magister just sounds more advanced, but in reality, it’s just that.”

Genes blushed slightly, but dared not refute.

Regardless of his status, this person could suppress him with a single hand, both in life and after death.

Aaron was speechless for a moment when he saw this. "Don't look so embarrassed. How can I, a mid-level mage, not a mage, bear this?"

“But Dumbledore is also a Grand Magus…” Aaron paused slightly, then chuckled awkwardly, “Alright! He’s a Grand Magus who can break through to the Saint Realm at any time, he’s not even in the same league as the butler.”

"Young Master," Genes said, somewhat disheartened, "please give me some face."

"Definitely next time."

“Class is about to start.” Vihert looked at Aaron. “Show me what you’ve accomplished this year.”

"I certainly won't let you down," Aaron said proudly, having complete confidence in his abilities regarding magic circles.

"But before that, I have a small question that I hope you can answer for me."

Vicht became interested. "Tell me, there's actually a problem that's bothering you."

What is the method for a Grand Magister to break through to the Saint Realm?

“Mental state of mind,” Vihert said directly. “It’s different for different people. Some people have a transcendent mindset, and when they accumulate enough magical energy, things will fall into place naturally. Others have complicated minds, and even if their magical energy exceeds that bottleneck, they can only be bound to the same place.”

The former can witness entirely new scenery and climb to higher levels, while the latter can only look on with envy. However, this does not prevent them from improving their foundation; if their talent is high enough, fighting beyond their level is not impossible.

Aaron nodded slowly, finally understanding why Dumbledore had been lingering on the edge of the Holy Land.

That old bastard has over eight hundred tricks up his sleeve, and he's been focusing all his energy on fighting the Dark Lord. No wonder he's unlikely to succeed.

"Besides achieving the required mental state, are there any other ways?" Aaron asked.

“Of course there is. When God closes a door, he opens a window,” Vihert said calmly, then looked at Aaron. “But don’t worry, your door is open.”

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "You and Ancestor Alger are both fond of keeping people in suspense. What I want to ask is, what's the story with that window?"

Vicht raised an eyebrow. "You don't need to know this."

"What if I really need to know?" Aaron said solemnly. "It has nothing to do with curiosity; it's just that my main opponent right now is probably at this level."

He's a madman; I need to know if he's even capable of taking that step.

Upon hearing this, Vicht looked at Genes, his fierce aura instantly erupting, "Is this how you take care of him? At such a young age, you've already let him provoke a quasi-saint level wizard."

Genes was forced back several steps, his face pale, and he knelt on the ground.

"This has nothing to do with him, it was my own carelessness." Aaron stood in front of Genes, shielding him from most of the pressure. "Being too outstanding isn't always a good thing. Both the legitimate and criminal worlds are trying to win me over."

"The Dark Lord and the White Lord of our time?" Vihert said thoughtfully, a playful smile appearing on his lips. "I can imagine your life at Hogwarts; it must be incredibly interesting."

“It’s incredibly exciting,” Aaron corrected. “Things aren’t going well these days; it’s tough to get by anywhere!”

"Try to think positively; every era is like this."

"You don't go looking for trouble, but trouble will come looking for you," Vihert said, then with a wave of his hand, Genes stood up abruptly, and the pressure on him vanished.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard. He knew this ancestor was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong, able to easily subdue the Archmage.

"Ancestor, just how powerful were you in your lifetime?!"

“Me?” A hint of regret and a touch of pride flashed in Vicht’s eyes. “If you want to know, ask Viko yourself when he comes back. This is recorded in the family history.”

"You could have just told me directly."

“Young Master.” Genes shook his head repeatedly at Aaron, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

"Alright! I was too hasty." Aaron suppressed his curiosity. In any case, Vico and the others would be back in a month, and he would find out sooner or later.

"Now, ancestor, can you tell me what that window is?"

"I'm really impressed with you," Vicht said with a wry smile. "If you're not in the right mindset but still want to see the outside world through the window, then you'll just have to squeeze in as hard as you can."

This process is agonizing. If you don't have enough strength, you can't squeeze out, but even if you do, you'll pay a price: excess magical energy will dissipate uncontrollably, and you'll experience a prolonged period of weakness.

“I think I understand now.” Aaron stroked his chin and pondered, “To get through that window, one’s magical energy must far exceed that of a Saint Magister.”

Once that threshold is crossed, regardless of the amount of magical energy accumulated beforehand, one will regress to the initial stage of the Saint Realm, and their condition will decline for a period of time.

“You could say that,” Vicht said with satisfaction.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving an affirmative answer.

This was definitely the best news he had heard all year: neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort would be able to overcome that hurdle before they could completely kill each other.

Everyone wants to see a higher view, but one must restrain one's desires before eliminating hidden dangers.

Don't let your hard-won breakthrough be followed by your nemesis coming after you; that would be a truly unjust death.

"I've answered your question. Now let me see what you've accomplished this year!"

“No problem, but…” Aaron glanced in Genes’ direction. Most of his strength had been revealed, but he was still hiding a small part of it.

“You can go out now,” Vicht said. “I’ll take him to the next classroom when it’s time.”

"Yes."

"Giens said respectfully, and then opened the door to another secret room.

However, he had only stepped in with one foot when he remembered something and retreated somewhat embarrassedly. "Young Master, may Abe come with me?"

You know it; if no one supervises it, it will definitely slack off on its weight loss journey.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked at the white baby dragon hiding in the corner.

Abe clutched his empty pockets, feigning a wronged expression, and looked as if he was about to cry.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Abe was referring to the mountain of snacks that had been taken away by the Thought Entity. He shook his head helplessly. "Forget it! It's no big deal to let it rest for a class period."

Chapter 210 Gradually Rising Evaluation

Aaron watched Abe flying around the room happily, and his mood lightened considerably.

He shrugged, took out his black wand, and began to draw in the air.

A moment later, a red magic circle appeared, and a ball of flame emerged from the center of the circle, shooting rapidly toward the wall.

However, a magic circle on the wall emitted a bright green light, and when the flames struck it, they instantly turned to ashes.