A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Given enough time, I can master not only ultimate magic circles, but also forbidden magic circles and even abyss-level magic circles.

Therefore, I would like to ask you to teach me something else, such as summoning, teleportation, dismantling, and any other magic arrays that can temporarily boost my combat power.

Vicht paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. "Didn't I teach you all of this last year?"

"Ancestor, please don't try to fool me."

What you taught me last year was just the tip of the iceberg. After studying it, I found that it wasn't even a mid-level magic circle.

In other words, summoning-type summons are somewhat effective, but the summoned creatures are also subject to certain limitations. Unless a contract has been signed, I need to expend some magic energy to summon them.

“Hmm…” Vicht pondered for a moment, “This is for your own good, and it’s also based on my teaching experience accumulated over thousands of years. You’re too weak right now, so learning elemental magic circles is the best choice, because you’ll be able to control the elemental energy that’s summoned.”

Upon hearing this, a string of question marks floated above Aaron's head.

"According to you, other magic circles all have a certain degree of risk."

“That’s natural.” Vicht shrugged. “My fourth apprentice is particularly fond of summoning magic circles, but he doesn’t know that the summoned creatures also have their own thoughts and will not obey the summoner’s commands 100% unless the summoner has the power to suppress them.”

When he was fourteen, he drew an ultimate summoning magic circle and summoned an abyssal demon comparable to a grand mage. If I hadn't intervened in time, he might have been killed.

My thirteenth apprentice prefers sealing magic, and his talent is only slightly less than yours.

He was like you, begging me to teach him more advanced magic circles. After careful consideration, I agreed to his request, but afterwards he almost sealed the entire castle, along with himself, into another dimension.

Gulu!

"Did all these ancestors enjoy thrills so much?" Aaron couldn't help but swallow. "Wait, since you're so skilled with magic circles, why didn't you stop them back then?"

“Sigh!” Vicht said, both proud and embarrassed. “Because these accidents have never happened to me, I have 100% control over every magic circle I draw, so I assumed they would too, but I never expected…”

I only discovered this over two hundred years ago; it turns out that not everyone is like me.

There's nothing we can do; maybe it's just a difference in talent!

Aaron: ......

What's with that strong Versailles tone?

More than two hundred years ago?

Even if you realized it too late, your heart is incredibly strong!

Vicht scratched his head, looking at his descendant and apprentice's astonished expression, and felt a little embarrassed.

"In fact, it's not entirely my fault."

I am quite selective in choosing my apprentices; often, I only find one suitable among several generations of people.

In other words, it would take me decades, hundreds of years, or even longer to find a successor, and most of these successors would learn some usable magic arrays and then abandon the subject. They have never had any problems.

However, those who are willing to study diligently and reach advanced levels will inevitably encounter unexpected events.

The intervals between these accidents were at least two hundred years; I even once thought that those few were the accidents themselves.

Good guy, really good guy.

Aaron stared blankly at this white-haired, even somewhat kind-looking ancestor, and for the first time felt that the other party was so unreliable.

At the same time, he silently expressed his gratitude to the seniors who had paved the way for him; if it weren't for them, he would probably have fallen for them too.

"So you mean I can't learn advanced magic arrays other than elemental magic arrays until I'm able to withstand these risks."

"Pretty much!" Vicht didn't deny it. "Besides ability, a certain amount of talent is also required."

After all, there are far too many types of magic circles, and not everyone can be as good as me in every aspect.

Aaron choked, and his eye twitched.

This ancestor really doesn't know how to be humble!

Although it's true, it still makes you want to punch someone.

"What a pity, I thought I could learn some magic arrays to improve my combat power during this holiday!" Aaron said with some regret. "Now it seems I can only proceed step by step."

"Do you have some misunderstanding about elemental magic circles?" Vicht frowned slightly. "Elemental magic circles used to be quite common, but in terms of destructive power, they are definitely among the top."

Moreover, most wizards in the past could only master one to three types; you are already an extremely rare exception.

Aaron was somewhat dismissive. He had to use a strategy that would kill a thousand enemies but also lose eight hundred of his own when fighting Tom Riddle, and he still almost lost.

Unless one can achieve the instantaneous casting of a higher-level magic circle, a magic circle cannot significantly increase combat power in a short period of time.

“You don’t seem to believe it!” Vicht’s lips curled into a playful smile. “How about we have a contest? I’ll show you the brilliance of magic circles.”

"Stop joking, Ancestor." Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. "One look from you and Genes can't even breathe. If I fight you, wouldn't that be just asking for trouble?"

"I won't bully you. You're a mid-level mage, so I'll suppress my strength to the level of a mid-level mage."

“That won’t work either.” Aaron became wary and refused very seriously. “Your combat experience is countless times greater than mine. Even if I suppress my strength, I have no chance of winning.”

He's not stupid. His ancestor, Vicht, had said before that challenging opponents of higher levels was just commonplace for him.

Although he was somewhat confident in his own strength, he wasn't confident enough to be able to fight this ridiculously strong ancestor at the same level, unless he took back his thought body, or... he must have lost his mind.

"Then how about I go down another rank, to beginner mage?" Vicht tempted. "You can use any means necessary, including bringing your pet."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. With a holy dragon involved... maybe they could win.

But he immediately dismissed the thought from his mind. Ancestor Vicht was clearly confident enough, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

Moreover, winning would bring him no benefit, and losing would just mean getting beaten up for nothing, so it seemed like a losing proposition.

“Please forgive me for refusing,” Aaron said calmly. “I will absolutely not fight you.”

Vicht raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Haha, you little guy are really interesting. I admire your rationality."

"Thank you for the compliment." Aaron wasn't embarrassed at all; he practically had fear written all over his face. It was perfectly normal for Wicht to be able to see what he was thinking.

"Ancestor, you won't force me, will you?"

Aaron suddenly realized this possibility, and his expression changed slightly.

If this ancestor were to attack him directly, he would be forced to retaliate.

“No, that method is too simple and crude.” Vicht scoffed. “It’s rare to find such an excellent successor. If I beat you so badly that you never come to this classroom again, I’ll be missing out. So it has to be your own choice.”

"Mmmmmmm!"

Aaron nodded repeatedly, feeling a deep sense of relief.

However, the next moment, a red magic circle flashed in Vicht's hand, and a thick, weathered book appeared in his grasp.

"This is?"

"My notebooks from before my death contain detailed records of the functions of various magic circles."

"While it can't compare to what I have, it contains everything you want and urgently need." Vicht said calmly, his voice full of allure. "If you can beat me, I'll give you this book."

boom! boom! boom!

Aaron's heart began to race uncontrollably, and his gaze toward the ancient book was filled with longing.

“Ancestor, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” Aaron said with a shy smile, “Can I inspect the goods first?”

“No problem.” Vicht smiled meaningfully. “I’ve cast a spell on this book called forgetting. No matter how good your memory is, you won’t be able to remember the contents.”

Aaron was a little disappointed; he had originally planned to perform a skit and get something for free on the spot.

Write it down first, and learn it slowly later.

But now it seems he was overthinking it; these little tricks simply won't work.

Aaron eagerly flipped through the book after receiving it, but his expression soon became incredibly interesting.

In this book, elemental magic circles seem to be the simplest, while sealing, enchanting, disintegration, death, summoning, space, and even time are described to some extent.

"Is this true?" Aaron's voice trembled, somewhat incredulous.

“Of course it’s true.” Vicht quietly took the magic book. “But don’t overthink it. This book doesn’t record any magic that’s so exaggerated it distorts reality; it’s mostly theory and some basic applications.”

“That’s quite remarkable,” Aaron stammered. “You should be able to compare to the founder of Gauss, right?”

“No.” Vicht shook his head and said earnestly and devoutly, “I am far inferior to him.”

Our common ancestor was a magician unlike any other, and perhaps never to be again; my life's achievements pale in comparison to him.

"That can't be that exaggerated!"

"That's true. You'll understand once you meet him."

Hearing this, Aaron felt a little confused. "Wasn't he dead for thousands of years?"

Vicht realized he had said too much and immediately explained, "I've been dead for thousands of years, but you can still see me, can't you?"

“Uh…that’s true.” Aaron nodded. His twenty-odd ancestors could preserve their existence through memories, so there was no reason why the most powerful one couldn’t do the same.

"Is he in the family's secret chamber?"

“You’ll find out when your father returns,” Vicht said meaningfully, then raised the magic book in his hand. “I’ve said enough. Now tell me if you’d like to have a match with me.”

Chapter 212: I'm not playing anymore, it's definitely cheating.

Aaron looked up at the magic book in Vihert's hand, then glanced at the juvenile holy dragon flying around on the ceiling, and fell into deep thought.

He had a huge advantage in this duel; his magical energy was a level higher than his opponent's, allowing him to not only endure longer but also unleash more powerful magic.

Abe can now transform into a three-meter-long holy dragon, with greatly enhanced attack and defense capabilities. The destructive power of his dragon breath is no weaker than that of a high-level magic circle.

Besides, he can use any means necessary, while the other party can only use elemental magic circles.

The three factors combined give them a strong chance of winning, but Aaron has a vague sense of unease.

"What's your decision?" Vicht picked at his ear and said casually, "Don't waste class time. If you don't want to, then forget it."

Upon hearing this, Aaron gritted his teeth, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

"I agreed."

“You didn’t disappoint me.” Vicht chuckled, placing the spellbook in his hand into a dark space. “If you don’t even have the courage to seize the immediate benefits, you will definitely miss out on even greater benefits in the future.”

"I didn't think that much about it." Aaron waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Fortune favors the bold. No matter what, the bold get rich and the timid starve."

"If I lose this match, I'll just get a beating, but if I win, I can earn a magic book. There's no reason not to take the gamble."