A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Just like you said, fortune favors the bold; taking a gamble isn't a bad idea.

"Hehe! A wise person knows when to yield!"

Aaron gave an awkward yet polite smile and decisively threw down his wand and longsword.

"Actually, there is a second half to that saying: 'Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, but also lost in danger; when you seek it, one in ten, but when you lose it, nine in ten.'"

So... I surrendered. Losing to the famous Wijth Gaius isn't shameful.

Besides, I even made him hurt and bleed; isn't that a kind of honor?

Vicht looked at him in surprise, his face twitching uncontrollably.

To be honest, Aaron's surrender was within his expectations, but the fact that he could perform the surrender so skillfully and naturally caught him off guard.

Chapter 214 Seeking a Small Suggestion

Since Aaron was so sensible, Vicht couldn't find a reason to make things difficult for him, and with a wave of his hand, he removed the six lightning-attribute magic arrays.

The man and the dragon landed on the ground, both letting out a sigh of relief.

“Now I understand, elemental magic circles aren’t that weak.” Vihert put away his spellbook in front of Aaron. “You think you can just climb to the sky after I gave you a ladder? Who do you think you are?”

"Ancestor, you never taught me that magic circles can be used like this." Aaron looked at Vihert with resentment, his voice full of dissatisfaction. If he knew this trick, he might have won.

Vicht gave him a deep look, said nothing, and raised his right hand above his head.

Seven high-level magic circles of different attributes—red, green, purple, blue, yellow, black, and white—were lined up in a row, radiating a power no less than that of an ultimate magic circle.

"Oh my Merlin!"

Aaron stared in disbelief at the scene, standing there dumbfounded.

The holy dragon, now the size of a cat, trembled to the side. It had actually roared at this big shot and then, ungratefully, spat several breaths of dragon breath at him.

Although it has a lifespan even longer than the Dragon King, living a long life does not include courting death!

"Hmph!" Vicht snorted disdainfully and casually deactivated the seven magic circles.

"I really don't understand where all these nonsensical exclamations come from in the magic world these days. Even Merlin would have to call me 'senior'."

"You still know Merlin?"

"I don't recognize him!"

But I never heard of him while I was alive. Does that mean he's a junior?

"That makes so much sense, I have nothing to say."

That's it for the first lesson of the new semester!

You'll arrange your own courses this semester. Your only task is to achieve instant casting of intermediate magic circles. As for advanced magic circles... well, do your best!

Aaron naturally wouldn't refuse this arrangement, as it was much easier than last semester.

He was quite confident. It might be difficult for one person, but with a cheat device at Hogwarts, the two of them together would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Aaron instinctively picked up his wand, immediately thinking of Wicht's use of magic circles.

After hesitating for a moment, he put away his wand and used his mental power to inscribe a magic circle. Purple runes slowly appeared in front of him.

"Wandless spellcasting?" Vihert raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were just not proficient in this technique, but it seems I was wrong. The wand is no longer necessary for you."

It seems you're hiding a lot from us, but that's a good thing; it's always necessary to keep things to yourself, no matter what.

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "I'm sure you're hiding far more from me."

“It won’t be hidden for long.” Vicht looked at Aaron with some complicated feelings. “The Gaius family has many secrets, but these secrets will be told to the next generation at a certain time.”

This has been true for thousands of years, for example, in family burial chambers, and in the existence of people like us.

So... how far do you think you are from uncovering the real secret?

Aaron paused for a moment, feeling a surge of malice rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The magic circle, which was about to be completed, shattered instantly, and the exploding lightning sent him flying.

Abe immediately ran to Aaron to check if he was injured.

"It's nothing." Aaron slowly stood up, looking solemnly at Vihert, who had a playful expression on his face. "Ancestor, you've been through this before. Tell me the truth, what exactly do you know?"

“I signed a contract.” Vicht had a faint smile on his face; he believed his junior understood what he meant.

Aaron: ......

Beautiful, what a versatile reason!

I will refuse to answer questions in the same way in the future.

"Looks like I'll have to wait for my parents to come back!"

"clever."

"You've told me so much already, even if I'm slow to react, I'll realize this by now." Aaron sighed softly. "I knew this day would come, but I'm only thirteen, I'm not ready yet!"

"It's inappropriate for a minor wizard like me to deal with various factions!"

“This kind of probing is completely pointless.” Vicht sneered. “You’re just playing games we’ve already played.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron sighed and shook his head in exasperation.

As expected, older people are not easy to fool; it's really not easy to get any information out of them!

"Let me ask you another question. Is it too late for me to run away now?" Aaron asked with a serious expression.

“What do you think?” Vicht asked in return.

"I estimate... it's probably going to fail."

Aaron lowered his head in disappointment, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

This ancestor knew his trump cards, including the Disillusionment Charm and Apparition. Since he felt that neither of these two spells could help him, it meant that there was no possibility of him escaping.

"I suddenly found things to be getting interesting."

“It’s really interesting.” Vicht’s face was expressionless, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Can you give me some advice?" Aaron asked sincerely. "Don't feel embarrassed, I just want a little bit of insignificant experience."

Vicht frowned, then looked at Aaron with satisfaction. "You're more interesting than I thought."

Some of the Gaius family heirs, like you, learned about certain things in advance. Some were overwhelmed with excitement, eager to uncover these secrets; others locked themselves in the wine cellar, needing a good drink to calm down; still others maintained their composure, preserving the status quo until the truth was revealed.

"And what about you, ancestor?"

"Me?" Vicht touched his nose sheepishly. "Sometimes ignorance is a blessing!"

Aaron blinked and silently gave Vicht a thumbs-up in his mind.

This ancestor's strength was not without reason; he definitely incorporated emotional intelligence into his combat prowess.

"I only have one suggestion."

Aaron immediately focused his attention, pretending to listen attentively to the lesson. "What is it?"

“Make yourself strong enough,” Vicht said seriously. “So practice what I’m teaching you diligently; it will help.”

Aaron's lips twitched. Did you even need to tell me that?

Although he felt deep down that this was a pointless statement, he had no choice but to follow it now, because strength was always the most important thing.

Aaron practiced even harder for the rest of the time, wishing he could squeeze out every last drop of magical energy from his body.

He also communicated with the thought entity, instructing it to dedicate half of its time each day to researching how to release multiple magic arrays.

This skill is probably very difficult, but it's undeniable that if he learns this move, he'll be confident he can take on two opponents even if they're above his level.

More than an hour later, Wichter looked at the exhausted Aaron and nodded with a smile.

"You should go to the next class."

Aaron stretched and loosened his muscles as much as possible before slowly walking toward the door that had opened at some point.

"I really should ask another teacher for some advice."

Vicht was stunned for a moment, the phrase repeating in his mind, before he came to his senses.

"Based on what you just said, you definitely have it much easier than we do."

Aaron shrugged, not understanding what was so surprising about such a basic operation.

As he entered the third classroom, Genes was waiting for him with a smile.

Aaron glanced briefly at the secret room, then strode to the black stone pillar and placed his right hand on it.

As soon as the figure appeared, Aaron immediately lunged at the opponent's right leg.

However, the other party seemed to have anticipated this scene, and kicked him in the chest as he turned to the side.

"oops!"

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

"Shut up and get out," Aaron said bluntly.

Genes hesitated, glancing at Flo, but seeing him nod slightly, he didn't dare to voice any objections.

"Okay, I'll go prepare lunch for you and Abe right away."

After Genes left, Flo looked at Aaron meaningfully. "Looks like someone said something to you? Alger or Vicht?"

"No, I guessed something myself."

Aaron said quite frankly that he would never dare to lie to Fro Gaius.

This ancestor was a master of psychology, whose mastery of mind magic even made Vihert wary.

"That's fairly honest," Flo smiled, "though that's not what he really thinks."

"I have enough self-awareness to lie to you unless I'm out of my mind."

Flo nodded, crossed his arms, and asked, "What made you feel the urge to suck up to someone powerful again this time?"

“I need some advice,” Aaron said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Flo's lips curled up slightly. "So far, not many people have realized this."