A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Now there's one more."

Flo gave Aaron an approving look, then picked up Abe and sat lazily in a chair.

"In fact, the advice you want has been included in the ancestral teachings of our ancestors, which are all invaluable experiences."

If I absolutely had to give advice, it would be to avoid presuming what others are thinking.

Aaron pondered for a moment, then asked, "Anything else?"

“That’s it,” Flo said gleefully. “We all like to take down the next generation’s umbrellas after we’ve been in the rain. That’s the only advice I can give you, and I guess everyone else does too.”

“Forget it, there are more than twenty people!” Aaron gritted his teeth. “Even if each person says one sentence, we should be able to analyze something.”

"I need to change this habit of having an inflated sense of self-worth."

"That's just wishful thinking." Aaron's face darkened. "What do I need to do next?"

"You can do whatever you want; you have half an hour to move around freely."

Oh, and I have some good news for you. Last year was the toughest time for you in terms of tutoring; starting this year, you'll have relatively less time to study.

"How long do I have to study?"

"One is never too old to learn." Flo put on a profound look. "Of course, nothing is absolute. If you don't want to learn, there are two ways."

The first step is to become the head of the family. The head of the Gaius family has great power and can do anything within the rules as long as he does not violate the ancestral precepts, including skipping classes.

Secondly, marriage and having children are paramount; the Gaius family places greater emphasis on the next generation than any other family in the magical world.

puff!

Aaron felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

Damn it! He'll be walking these two paths for at least several years!

"Is there any other way?"

“Yes.” Flo nodded affirmatively. “When can students not have classes?”

Aaron seemed to understand something, and gave a bitter smile. "Beyond the teacher."

"That's right, if we can't teach you, then of course you don't need to attend classes."

Chapter 215 The Armory, the Muggle's Wand

Compared to last year, Aaron's summer vacation this year was much easier.

The teachers were no longer so strict, and I had more free time, even enough to spare two or three hours each day to take a stroll around Diagon Alley.

It took him six days to adjust to his new tutoring life until the seventh day when Genes took him to the armory.

"I'm ready." Aaron warmed up confidently. "What's today's after-dinner exercise? An earthquake, a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, or freefall from a great height?"

“Neither.” Genes shook his head slightly and took out a gray key engraved with the number three. “You only need to experience the second stage once or twice. If you really get used to it, it may not be a good thing.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtfully at the third key in Genes' hand. "So I'm entering the third stage now?"

"of course."

Genes inserted the key into the lock on the wall.

With a click, the entire secret room underwent a dramatic transformation.

First, the space has expanded more than ten times. Second, the ceiling has been transformed into blue sky and white clouds, and the ground has become a lawn. Most importantly, all the weapons on the shelves have been completely changed.

Bows and arrows, giant hammers, armor, swords, and spears all disappeared, replaced by all sorts of firearms: pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, grenades, rocket launchers, and so on.

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed hard, staring blankly at the modern firearms, speechless with astonishment.

This armory truly lives up to its name, but can their wizarding family, with its thousands of years of tradition, actually use this?

"I believe you have some knowledge of these weapons, but knowing them is one thing, knowing them is another."

"Um... I understand the logic, but... does this... make any sense?"

“Of course it makes sense,” Genes said patiently. “These weapons are Muggle wands, and although they have a very limited function, they are enough to take a wizard’s life.”

For this reason alone, young master, you must learn to use them.

Aaron pursed his lips; in his eyes, there wasn't much difference between practicing swordsmanship and practicing spearmanship.

He picked up a revolver from the shelf, turned the cylinder open, and found it loaded with six bullets.

"It's pretty new!"

“This is a new shipment from last year,” Genes said with some pride. “It was a batch specially ordered by Gaius Industries.”

boom!

Aaron accidentally pulled the trigger. "Don't tell me Gaius manufactures weapons."

"The company was established around the last century and is considered a long-established arms dealer."

However, your great-grandfather's purpose in developing the military industry was merely to prevent the Gaius family from falling behind the times, so he didn't place much importance on it, and it only managed to rank among the top twenty globally.

Aaron's lips twitched violently. He knew that the Gaius family had many businesses, but he never expected that they would be involved in this kind of business, and that they would be doing so well.

“My great-grandfather was truly cunning, no, shrewd, or rather, farsighted!” Aaron exclaimed. “One decision he made back then gave our three generations of family members an extra stage of training.”

"To be precise, it was two generations of father and son. At that time, the old patriarch was already an adult, and his connection with these guns and ammunition was not very strong."

Actually, young master, you have a slight advantage; at least your training conditions are much better than the patriarch's.

“But I don’t think so.” Aaron glared at Genes. “At least I have more to learn than Vulko, and it’s much harder.”

“No need to be so serious,” Genes teased. “Young master, you are a wizard after all. It’s enough for you to know how to use these weapons. We don’t expect you to be as skilled as a professional soldier.”

"Hmm? I can barely accept that, but could you tell me why you've lowered your expectations?"

"Because the Muggle world is developing very quickly, and weapons are being updated and replaced very quickly as well."

But you are a wizard, young master. Magic is the path you are destined to take. There is no need for you to strive for perfection in Muggle weapons.

They become obsolete quickly, and there won't be any significant breakthroughs in the short term; understanding the specific operations is sufficient.

"I see." Aaron nodded thoughtfully, indicating his understanding.

Genes took out his wand and waved it with one hand, and a row of targets appeared on the grass directly in front of him.

"The targets are 10 meters, 20 meters, and 50 meters, and then there will be a new target every 100 meters. The ranges of various guns are included. If you get tired of it, you can switch to moving targets."

Each weapon comes with an instruction manual; the young master can practice on his own. As for ammunition…” Genes glanced at the at least three ammunition boxes stacked next to each shelf, “Make as many as you like. We can restock whenever we run out.”

Aaron: ......

I reckon the fight isn't over yet; I can't even hold a wand anymore.

At this moment, he felt immense pressure. He was somewhat interested in these weapons, but there were just too many of them.

Fortunately, the course requirements weren't high, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to graduate in less than a year and a half.

"Uncle Genes, you've been through this before. Did my father have any tips for training?"

“Yes.” Genes nodded seriously.

Aaron was overjoyed and couldn't contain his excitement.

He just asked casually, without much hope, but unexpectedly, he actually got something out of it.

"Why wasn't this important information mentioned sooner?"

You didn't ask!

Genes silently complained to himself.

But he knew he couldn't say it like that, after all, his young master was no pushover, and he might just make a fuss about it in his little notebook.

“I was just about to tell you that,” Genes said, puffing out his chest and appearing self-righteous.

Aaron gave him a deep look, feeling that something was not quite right.

What's the trick?

"Young master, why don't you try infusing it with magic?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron immediately became interested. Could this also be a magical weapon?

He did as instructed, and as magical energy was channeled into the revolver, a light-colored magic circle appeared on the barrel.

As the gunman, he immediately understood that this magic circle could adjust the angle of the bullets, increasing the hit rate by at least 20%.

"My goodness!" Aaron couldn't help but exclaim, "I absolutely love magic."

However, replacing so many guns and ammunition every six months is quite extravagant.

“It’s not that complicated,” Genes explained. “It’s just a very simple enchantment. A few professional wizards can complete it in a day. Fortunately, Gaius Industries has trained people in this field.”

Aaron also felt that his question seemed a bit foolish; this amount of consumption was nothing to Gaius, who had a large and powerful family.

"Besides improving accuracy, are there any other functions?"

"It can also increase its power." Genes pointed to a rocket launcher and said confidently, "If a wizard uses it, it can increase the destructive power by at least 30%."

"Thirty percent?" Aaron was somewhat surprised, but not entirely satisfied with the figure. "Only thirty percent?"

“This is already quite high,” Genes said speechlessly. “First of all, these are just ordinary materials, which can only withstand one enchantment, either to increase power or to increase accuracy.”

Secondly, these weapons are only for your training, young master. Apart from a few wizards who make a living in the Muggle world, almost no one would order enchanted guns.

Furthermore, Muggles cannot activate the arrays without magic, so these weapons are of no special value to them and do not help Gaius Industries' product exports.

Most importantly, weapons need maintenance, and so do enchantment arrays; the returns from investing in research in this area are self-evident.

Of course, if Lord Vicht were willing to intervene, then the situation would be different.

Aaron smiled dismissively upon hearing this.

That's wishful thinking. Vihert won't waste his time on Muggle weapons unless they're artifacts; otherwise, getting his help is just wishful thinking.

"Sigh! I'll have to learn some enchanting magic later."

"With my talent, I should be able to improve the accuracy or power by 10% to 20% from the current level." Aaron shrugged, then picked up his revolver and fired five shots at the target ten meters away.

Thanks to his superhuman physical abilities, he aimed and fired in one smooth motion, hitting the bullseye with all five shots, scoring fifty rings.