A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, but his joy lasted less than three seconds before a commotion broke out nearby.

"Young master has good shooting talent, but the third stage is not that simple."

"Good marksmen are made by feeding them bullets, but terrifying marksmen are made by feeding them firearms." Genes placed a stack of ammunition boxes in front of him, and also pulled over a variety of handguns. "Try each weapon!"

"I've set a small goal for you, young master: you must empty a magazine of each type of gun, and your accuracy on a 10-meter target cannot be lower than 50%."

Aaron glanced at the pile of guns that looked like a small mountain and forced a smile.

There are at least a hundred kinds of guns, which means he has to fire about a thousand bullets in one class.

"Are you trying to work me to death?"

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare." Genes skillfully pulled out a bottle of bluish-purple potion. "This was specially prepared for you by Lord Lant. Just apply a little and you'll eliminate fatigue."

Aaron: ......

“That’s very thoughtful.”

"This is what subordinates should do."

Aaron rolled his eyes, tossed the revolver aside, and casually pulled out another pistol.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

For more than two hours, the gunfire never stopped.

Aaron would agonize over emptying a magazine, and Genes would promptly hand him a brand new pistol. Coupled with the target that would always return to its original state no matter how many times he shot it, it made him feel like everything was trapped in an endless cycle.

Lant's potion did indeed have a significant effect; his arms and fingers did not feel tired at all, but the mental exhaustion could not be easily compensated for by the potion.

Moreover, the continuous use of magical weapons for more than two hours, along with the constant depletion of magical energy, was taking a toll on even this mid-level mage.

After discarding his last pistol, Aaron cleared away the dense pile of spent bullet casings at his feet and collapsed helplessly onto the lawn.

"It's finally over."

"Accuracy rate is around 80%." Genes noted in his notebook. "Congratulations, young master, you barely passed the handgun part."

Hearing this, Aaron angrily turned his face away, "Stop talking nonsense. Try firing a gun for more than two hours straight. You'll be exhausted or annoyed to death if you don't."

And this was my first time using a gun, so I'm quite pleased with my performance.

“Young Master, that’s a bit too self-deprecating,” Genes said with some dissatisfaction. “Remember how you behaved at Ollivander’s Wand Shop two years ago? All the wands seemed to submit to you.”

"A mere Muggle wand..."

"Get lost!" Aaron grabbed a handful of spent cartridges and threw them at him. "A Muggle wand? You think just because it's enchanted, it's a wand?"

I'm thirteen years old already, don't try to fool me!

Chapter 216 Feeling Heartbroken About Talent

About two weeks later, Aaron's first sword, which he had forged himself, was successfully completed.

When the sword was completed, two archmages witnessed the ceremony, and a white holy dragon circled and roared around the furnace fire, adding a touch of magic to its birth.

Sonorous!

Aaron retrieved the bluish-green short sword from the flames, looking at his work with satisfaction. "Not bad, but it's missing a catchy name."

"How about slaying a dragon?" Genes suggested.

Abe glared at him angrily, wishing she could spit on him; she sensed a deep malice in his name.

"Daydreaming."

"Hmm... this name sounds slightly better than the previous one, but I don't really like it." Aaron frowned and said seriously, "It's obvious that you're not very good at naming things, Ancestor."

“I mean you’re daydreaming.” Arge rolled his eyes speechlessly. “First of all, this sword doesn’t actually exist; it was constructed in my memory space.”

Secondly...

"Wait a moment, Ancestor." Aaron waved his hand. "After all, I made this with my own hands. Let me experience it before telling me this sad truth!"

Arger sneered and with a wave of his hand, a silver longsword flew into his hand.

He then walked up to Aaron and, without saying a word, slashed him with his sword.

boom!

After a crisp sound, half of the sword blade fell to the ground.

Aaron looked at the broken sword in his hand, feeling particularly uneasy.

It was his first work, and it was ruined so quickly; it's practically a slap in the face.

"Secondly, this sword is of mediocre quality and does not deserve a name."

call!

Aaron sighed and threw the broken sword into the furnace. "Ancestor, you really are... too good at crushing people."

"As the sole heir of the Gaius family, you need to face reality."

"Is reality that you used a divine weapon to shatter my weapon made of scrap metal?" Aaron's eyes were filled with resentment. "If you really wanted to teach me a lesson, couldn't you have given me some rare sword-forging materials in the first place?"

"Um... this really won't work," Arger said somewhat embarrassedly. "You're a beginner after all."

"So you know I'm a newbie?" Aaron's imposing manner instantly flared up. "What you just did is no different from an emperor bullying a commoner."

Arger blushed after being rebuked and secretly gave Genes a wink: Hurry up and find me a way out!

The butler, who was watching the show, forced a smile. "Young Master, Lord Arg is an experienced man after all. There must be some special meaning behind his actions!"

“Yes.” Arger straightened his back immediately and gave Genes an approving look. “I didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable.”

"Where there!"

Genes nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This is all experience. After all, he's been a butler for so many years, he still knows how to lay out steps.

"Really?" Aaron asked, half-believing. "Does it have any special meaning?"

If you don't explain things clearly, I'll feel like you're trying to fool me.

Arger remained silent for a while under Aaron's teasing gaze before finally saying thoughtfully, "No matter how much effort you pour into garbage, you can't change its nature."

Aaron paused for a moment, then turned to look at the broken sword slowly sinking in the furnace, as if he had figured something out.

After a moment's hesitation, he bent down and threw the first half of the sword tip into the hole as well.

“Ancestor, I apologize to you.”

But I'm not that fragile; you can tell me directly.

Arge was stunned for a moment, somewhat disbelieving that he had gotten away with it so easily.

"Cough cough!"

Genes coughed, then snapped out of his reverie and adopted a wise air, saying, "If I told you directly, you probably wouldn't remember it."

Aaron nodded, reluctantly agreeing with this statement.

Offering your first creation to the heavens is an unforgettable experience, one you'll never forget until you die.

"So what should I do next?" Aaron asked. "Forge the second weapon in my life?"

“Not for now,” Arge said thoughtfully. “Think carefully about the mistakes and shortcomings in the forging of your first sword, and it would be best to compile a report for me.”

Once you've confirmed there are no flaws, you can try forging the sword using rare metals.

“Young Master, it’s time for your next class,” Genes reminded him somewhat cautiously. “Classroom number nineteen.”

Aaron shrugged, picked up Abe, and opened the nineteenth secret room.

After the man and the dragon left, Alger and Genes exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lord Arg, you're not usually like this!" Genes said, somewhat annoyed.

"Sigh! You know me. As a master forger, it's unbearable to see my apprentice smugly admiring a shoddy product in front of me."

If it were you, could you have tolerated it?

“But that was the first finished product the young master forged, and it was made with ordinary materials.” Genes spoke up for Aaron. The sword was indeed not very good in the eyes of a blacksmith like Alger, but it could be considered a top-grade sword in the Muggle world.

"So what?" Arg retorted. "He's going to forge a divine artifact in the future, and the difficulty of forging a divine artifact is incomparable to that of an ordinary artifact."

If he can't even bear to part with an ordinary sword, he'll likely suffer a severe psychological trauma if he fails to forge a divine weapon in the future.

Most importantly, the sword wasn't real to begin with.

Genes opened his mouth, only to find himself speechless.

His only advantage compared to these figures who have existed for thousands of years is... that he is still alive.

......

Upon entering the nineteenth secret chamber, Aaron skillfully placed his hand on the black stone pillar, summoning the ancestral memories within.

"Long time no see, little Aaron." A carefree middle-aged man rubbed his eyes. "Although this course isn't very important, that bastard Genes only assigned me a few classes."

I disagreed with him, and he even dared to use Flo to pressure me; he's really gotten himself into a bad mood.

As soon as Genes walked in and heard these words, a bitter smile crept onto his lips.

The things other teachers teach are always applicable, but don't you have any idea what you're teaching?

"You, it's you! You actually dare to come here?"

“Lord Gusta,” Genes said, mustering his courage, “please believe me, the timetable was carefully considered and I spent a great deal of time creating it.”

"All of this is for the young master's growth; I have no selfish motives whatsoever, and the head of the family has also agreed."

“I know, but I’m still annoyed,” Gustave said coldly. “Is driving lessons really that worthless?”

Genes and Aaron exchanged a glance, speechless.

This course is of great significance to Muggles, but it's really of little value to wizards.

A weaker player can travel the world with a broom, and at a decent speed; a richer player can travel the world on a bicycle, maximizing both comfort and excitement; a stronger player can travel the world with a magic spell, and nothing is more convenient than phantom teleportation.

"Hmph!" Gusta snorted. "Judging from the way you two are, I can tell you're not taking this course seriously."

"Um... Ancestor, to be honest, I personally feel that this course wasn't very helpful to me."