A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

After saying that, Aaron waved his hand, and a deep, profound voice came from his mouth.

Abe, who was amusing himself, suddenly paused, then quickly flew to the top of Aaron's head and stared intently at Vihert opposite him.

"Dragon language?"

"Interesting. Your butler didn't mention that to me."

"There's a lot you don't know!" Aaron said with some pride, but he also knew that if he wanted to win this competition, he would probably have to reveal his trump cards besides the Thought Body.

"Can we begin?" Vicht said nonchalantly. "I'll give you the first chance."

“You’ll regret this.” Aaron sneered, then took out his wand and winked at Abe: Cover for me.

Abe nodded slightly, and his size suddenly increased a hundredfold, with a holy white radiance flashing across his dense scales.

However, Aaron took advantage of the 'cover' appearing, lightly tapped his wand on himself, and disappeared from the spot.

Vicht's combat experience was a thousand times greater than his, and he had never actually fought before. A direct confrontation was the worst possible strategy. The only option was to first test the strength of this ancestor and then adapt to the situation.

Roar!

Abe roared and spewed out a scorching dragon breath.

"Wow!"

Vicht's lips curled up slightly, and his hands clasped together in an instant.

An ice-blue magic circle flashed in front of him, and a thick ice wall blocked the flames.

A three-meter-long holy dragon coiled and flew, using sharp teeth and claws as weapons, and launched an attack on the kind-faced old man in front of it.

Vicht neither dodged nor avoided the scene, watching it with a meaningful expression.

A yellow magic circle slowly rotated beneath his feet, and a row of earth spikes rose from the ground.

Seeing this, Abe had no choice but to abandon his attack and fly upwards, narrowly avoiding the wave of spikes.

Although it was confident that its scales could block the thorns, it was only a two-year-old child, and the needles still hurt a lot.

Aaron, who was secretly watching the battle, was stunned. He finally understood why his ancestor, Vihert, was so confident. He had almost turned the instantaneous intermediate magic circle into an art form.

“You have a pretty good battle pet, but it’s a pity it’s too young. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to handle it in my current state,” Vicht sighed. Soon, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. “You used the Disillusionment Charm well. This is not a spell that wizards your age can master.”

However, here's a piece of advice: it's best not to use this kind of magic in front of a wizard stronger than you.

“I know.” Aaron’s voice came from all directions, “but you are currently a level weaker than me. Unless you cheat, it won’t be so easy for you to find me.”

“That’s true,” Wicht did not deny, “but that doesn’t mean I have no other options.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand upwards.

A few seconds later, a huge blue magic circle appeared on the ceiling.

A light drizzle fell from above, making the entire secret room seem as if it were shrouded in a rain curtain.

"A generous gift!" Aaron couldn't help but roar. "I had no idea that water-attribute magic circles could be used like this, and maintaining this magic must consume a lot of energy!"

“As long as we finish the battle before our mana runs out,” Vicht said matter-of-factly, then looked at the blurry figure soaked by the rain. “Found you.”

A crimson magic circle appeared, and fierce flames shot out at the figure.

Gan!

Aaron cursed under his breath and quickly flicked his wand.

The tip of the wand emitted a crimson light, and a fierce flame instantly erupted, colliding with Vicht's attack.

Although he can also inscribe intermediate magic circles, it takes him time. It's more efficient to use spells. With the magical power of an intermediate mage, he doesn't believe he can't deal with a beginner mage.

However, Aaron's confidence soon crumbled.

The flames released by Vicht gradually grew larger, even overpowering his spell, and their power continued to increase.

"This is impossible, you must have cheated," Aaron said incredulously. "A novice mage's magic power could never surpass mine."

"Child, you have no idea what 'possible' means."

A mid-level magic circle certainly won't work, but a high-level magic circle might be. What do you think?

Aaron blinked, then suddenly understood something, and tilted his head to look at the other side.

In the flickering firelight, a red magic circle could be faintly seen, but red runes were growing on its outer magic ring, and the range was constantly expanding, transforming into a higher-level magic circle.

"This is even allowed?"

Aaron's eyes widened, still somewhat bewildered.

He was initially quite pleased with himself, after all, being able to inscribe an ultimate magic circle at such a young age was one in a million, but compared to this ancestor who claimed to be the number one magic circle master, he was simply trash.

“Of course,” Vicht laughed. “You see what I mean?”

Also, don't overthink it; this is just basic stuff I did when I was a beginner mage.

Aaron's face turned extremely ugly as he looked at the flames so close to him. A direct confrontation was definitely not going to work!

"Abe, do it."

The Holy Dragon immediately flew behind Vicht and exhaled a breath of dragon fire.

Feeling the intense heat behind him, Vicht's lips curled up slightly, and he dodged to the side the instant the magic circle was completed.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded.

Aaron struggled to block the impact of the explosion, panting as he looked at where Wicht had been standing.

However, the flames evaporated all the rainwater falling from the ceiling, making it difficult to find anyone through the hazy steam.

"Ancestor, are you alright?" Aaron asked tentatively.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The sound of applause came from the side, shattering any sliver of hope in Aaron's heart.

"Excellent, the timing was perfect."

"No matter how well you control it, it's useless!" Aaron said disappointedly. "If you can't hit it, no matter how powerful it is, it's meaningless."

"Actually, I benefited from it," Vicht said somewhat embarrassedly. "When I was your age, I couldn't have dodged this kind of attack, and even if I had, I would have been seriously injured."

"Then you..."

"Instinctive reaction."

I can only suppress my strength, but I can't suppress my body's instincts just by wanting to.

Aaron's lips twitched. "Ancestor, what exactly did you do while you were alive?"

"War," Wichte said casually.

However, Aaron sensed boundless killing intent in those two seemingly casual words. Behind this ancestor, there seemed to be an endless sea of ​​blood, and even describing it as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood seemed inadequate.

Aaron swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, "How long have you been fighting?"

"More than a thousand years have passed, I can't remember it anymore."

If you're really that curious, just ask your father when he gets back. You'll understand most of the things by then.

"This is ridiculous! You guys should explain yourselves clearly!" Aaron sighed, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. "You all like to leave things unsaid, don't you?!"

Vicht laughed loudly upon hearing this, "It's for your own good that I don't let you know."

Cherish the time you have left! The days ahead will be incredibly exciting, fulfilling, and... thrilling.

Aaron frowned, feeling inexplicably heavy-hearted, as if a burden was weighing on his shoulders.

He was about to ask another question when Vicht interrupted him, "Let's continue our match!"

Aaron didn't object. They could deal with the future later; getting the magic book was the priority right now.

He whispered something, and Abe, hearing the sound, flew to his master's side, ready for battle.

"Ancestor, don't say we're bullying you."

You're too strong. Even if we combined our strength, we probably could only bring our chances of winning to 40-60.

You have four, we have six.

Aaron is prepared for a protracted battle; his only advantage right now is his magical energy and Abe.

Neither his spell nor Abe's dragon breath could stop Vicht's elemental magic circle, but the combination of them was a different story.

Moreover, Vicht's energy expenditure was much greater than his. He had released several mid-to-high-level elemental magic arrays in succession and had to maintain the water attribute magic array on the ceiling. It was estimated that he only had two-thirds of his magic energy left.

“Your analysis is spot on. It is indeed difficult to fight two against one. Even if I win, it will only be a narrow victory.” Vicht said, opening his arms, and a blue-green magic circle slowly formed in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Aaron immediately tried to cast a spell to stop him, but the roar of a wild beast interrupted his actions.

An ice dragon emerged from the magic circle, exactly the same size as Abe. It roared at the two of them and flew behind Vicht.

hiss!

Water law...

Aaron gasped, pointing angrily at Vicht, "I'm not playing anymore, you definitely cheated."

"Don't make slanderous accusations without evidence!"

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I don't know about Transfiguration?"

"Transfiguration?"

You may have misunderstood something; this is an advanced application of ice-attribute magic circles.

It's somewhat similar to Transfiguration, but not quite the real thing; it's good enough to serve as a facade, though.

Aaron: ......

I've made up my mind. I'm going to save up magic points and learn Polymorph.

"I used half of my magic to create this ice dragon. It's definitely not as good as the original, but it should be able to hold off your pet."

It won't take much time, just a minute will do.

Upon hearing this, Aaron was immediately enraged, and his fiery temper was almost uncontrollable.

Trying to take him down with less than a third of your magic in a minute? There's a limit to how much you can look down on someone!