A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

It is concise and clear, yet it exudes a subtle murderous aura and is full of warning.

“Is this a joke?”

“What do you think?” Vico said with amusement. “It seems we’ve really failed us. Despite being our biological parents, we don’t even have the same authority as my cousin.”

Aaron's face twitched, and he felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

He hasn't even gotten out the door yet, and Adrian has already blocked his way. This is just too unlucky.

"My dear grandson! You know the situation now, you are now..."

"I can't help myself."

"You can't say that, it's too serious." Teppler pointed to the door jokingly, "The door is right there, we won't stop you if you want to leave, but... you'll have to bear the consequences!"

"Who said I was leaving?" Aaron sat down helplessly. "An engagement is out of the question. I'll take care of her for at most two months."

"Take care of?" Lisanna glared at him. "Just take care of me?"

"No, what else?" Aaron said guiltily.

"you..."

"Hey, all done, all done."

"Daughter-in-law, don't be angry!"

“But Father, look at his attitude, it’s really disappointing.”

"Feelings can be cultivated gradually!"

"I've thought about it carefully, and getting engaged right away is indeed a bit too hasty," Teppler said. "You've been through this yourself; you should understand that haste makes waste."

“I don’t understand this,” Lisanna glanced at Vick with a hint of resentment. “All I know is that if I hadn’t acted quickly…”

"Ahem!" Vico coughed immediately, interrupting Lisanna, "Let's not bring up those things anymore."

"Damn!" Aaron said with a half-smile, "There's something fishy going on, no, there's a story here!"

"Kids shouldn't pry into adults' business," Vico said sternly.

"You just said I've grown up!"

"But that cannot cover up the fact that you are a minor."

Aaron: ......

"Forget it, I won't stoop to my own father's level."

Grandpa, if I don't get engaged to Keria, can I still stay at home?

“Yes, but you can’t stay too long,” Teppler said thoughtfully. “After all, you have indeed violated the ancestral teachings and are unwilling to obey the family’s arrangements.”

In that case, your identity becomes irrelevant, and your father and I can't keep you at home despite the pressure."

"How long can we stay?" Aaron asked.

"At most ten days to half a month."

If you decide to get engaged during this time, then everything will be fine, and we'll all be happy.

But if you exceed this deadline, then we will have to ask you to leave.

“That makes perfect sense.” Aaron pursed his lips, thinking that he still had some time and needed to make good use of the next ten days to two weeks to design a way to break through and a life plan before the start of school.

Then something suddenly occurred to him, "What about my tutoring center?"

“Classes are suspended,” Vico said. “During this time, you only have the right to visit the ancestors. Do I need to explain what that means?”

Aaron's face immediately lit up with a smile; he understood all too well what that meant.

Just like when he went to Professor Snape after class to ask him about potions, Snape would answer his questions depending on his mood.

However, given his relationship with those ancestors, the so-called 'suspension of classes' was merely a matter of not being able to implement it in practice, which might not be a bad thing.

His biggest worry this academic year was that after the holidays, Ancestor Wicht would test his progress in learning light and dark elemental magic, but now that he's been 'suspended from school,' Ancestor Wicht doesn't even have a chance to find an excuse to beat him up.

“What’s there to be happy about?” Teppler said speechlessly. “It means you’ve lost access to the most prestigious educational resources that everyone else is craving.”

Moreover, all our ancestors were cunning old foxes; none of them were easy to deal with.

Chapter 524 The Imminent Completion of the Divine Artifact, and the Highly Praised Marriage

Night falls.

Aaron lay on his bed in the bedroom, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He had been mentally prepared since joining the Mysterious Affairs Bureau, but the actual situation still almost broke his spirit.

Voldemort was even more shameless and ruthless than he had imagined. He had started preparing from the moment he got off the train, not only sending people to block the shops in Diagon Alley, but also having people monitoring Gaius Castle.

If he were kicked out of his home at this point, he would probably be hunted down by Death Eaters not far away.

The arrangements at home were even more outrageous, requiring one to sacrifice their sexuality to ensure safety.

He didn't consider himself a shallow person, but he had promised Adrian last year, so he couldn't avoid this hurdle. He could only say that he had to finish the path he had chosen, even if he had to crawl on his knees.

With incredibly mixed feelings, Aaron sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

......

the next day.

Sunlight streamed through the window and shone on Aaron's face.

He got up skillfully, dressed and washed up, and then pulled Abe out of its crib.

"Let's go, it's time to eat."

Upon hearing the word "eat," Abe immediately woke up, his blue eyes widened instantly, and drool involuntarily trickled from the corner of his mouth.

It's good to eat! The food at home is much better than at Hogwarts.

Aaron was speechless. He was already five years old and still couldn't control his mouth. When would he ever be able to behave properly?

The man and the dragon arrived at the restaurant, where Teppler and the Vico couple were sitting and waiting for him. Genes stood to the side, and the house-elves placed the plates on the table one by one.

"You're here, we've been waiting for you." Teppler hurriedly gestured for Aaron to sit down. "I can't even remember the last time I had a meal with my precious grandson."

"Hmm!" Aaron nodded expressionlessly, asking as he ate, "It's one thing for Vico and Lisanna to have been running around all these years, but Grandpa, where exactly have you been?"

“Well…” Tepler paused for a moment, “Logically, I should only tell you after you come of age, but with your current strength, you are barely qualified to know. But are you sure you are ready?”

"Then forget it. Past experience tells me that the more you know, the more trouble you'll get."

“You can’t say that. You’ll find out sooner or later, and it won’t have much of an impact on you,” Teppler said with a gentle smile. “It’s the duty of the Gaius family, and only the patriarch is qualified to do it.”

“But you’re different. From the day you were born, your talent has given you more choices than we have,” Vico said enviously. “You have the right to refuse this responsibility.”

Aaron blinked, looking at the two of them with a puzzled expression. "Just how many responsibilities does our family bear?"

“Not many, but very important,” Teppler said with emotion. “Vico, I, and my father, your great-grandfather, are still fulfilling Gaius’s duties to this day.”

"Oh!" Aaron seemed to realize something, and suddenly understood, "So their frequent absences from home aren't simply due to traveling the world?"

"Of course." Lisanna rolled her eyes at her son, annoyed. "Your dad and I are very busy too. You're the most relaxed one in our family right now, and you don't even know how lucky you are."

"Ha! Hehe!" Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "My goodness, if you knew what your son's experiences were like during his travels in another world, you wouldn't be talking about it so casually."

"That's not what I meant," Lisanna explained, both amused and exasperated. "Although interdimensional travel is dangerous, it's also a growth opportunity that others can only envy."

However, once you inherit the position of patriarch, you have the right to refuse this obligation, and there are mainly two things you need to do.

First, to improve myself as much as possible and become a Saint Magister, or even the God of Magic, as soon as possible; second, to marry and have children...

"puff!"

Aaron spat out a mouthful of rice, staring at his mother in astonishment. "Are you serious?"

"Nonsense, you are now the only heir of the Gaius main lineage, and it is your inescapable responsibility to pass on the bloodline."

That's why we're so concerned about your marriage prospects, and even more worried about you going up against Voldemort. You said if something happens to you, your dad and I will have to create a new character.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's face twitched involuntarily.

He seemed to understand why his parents were so keen on arranging blind dates for him; besides their worries, their reluctance to practice on a secondary account was probably a significant reason as well.

He should learn from this experience; when he enters the "grave" of marriage, he should take a good look at Mr. Arthur Weasley and make sure he has a house full of children...

Ahem! We've gone off on a tangent.

......

After breakfast, Aaron talked with his three relatives about his studies and daily life, then took Abe to the family's secret room.

He didn't need to meet all twenty-odd ancestors; he didn't have that much time. But there were three he absolutely had to meet: Arg Gaius, who forged the divine artifact; Vicht Gaius, who taught magic circles; and Flor Gaius, his spiritual mentor.

Genes didn't follow; after all, classes were suspended, and as a teaching assistant, he had no reason to appear in the classroom.

Upon opening the first secret chamber, the ancestor Alg stood before the furnace, his gaze fixed intently on the sword blank within.

Aaron approached curiously to observe, his pupils involuntarily contracting slightly.

The sword blank was more complete than last year, and it radiated multicolored light. Countless complex magic circles, runes, and alchemists were faintly visible on its surface.

"Ancestor, is it almost finished?"

“It’s still a bit short,” Alger sighed. “I’ve barely rested this past year because of your sword, and somehow I’ve even added some of my own treasured possessions to it.”

"Thank you, ancestor," Aaron said immediately, his heart filled with deep gratitude.

"Don't rush to thank me," Arg interrupted. "This artifact now possesses many abilities: elemental attacks, mind protection, healing wounds, absorbing spiritual energy, shapeshifting and carrying, long-range summoning, and so on, but it still has shortcomings."

"What's lacking?"

“The core, in other words, is a sufficient energy supply,” Alger explained. “Ordinary magic crystals cannot meet this requirement.”

I do have some high-quality magic crystals here, but I feel they are unworthy of this sword and cannot unleash its full power.

“This…” Aaron frowned slightly, “I’ll think of a way.”

“I believe you will be ready,” Alger said with a smile. “And it would be best to find another piece of ore that is hard enough.”

"How hard do you want it, mithril or heavy silver?"

"That's not enough. What I need is a treasure that can withstand the power of all the magic released instantly from this sword."