A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Again, again.

I should have guessed; they always seem to be very busy.

Genes shrugged; he was immune to such complaints.

It's just kids grumbling; it'll pass quickly.

"Young Master, the Patriarch specifically instructed me to teach you properly before he left."

So, when do you think training should start?

Aaron thought for a moment, then smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Since they're all not here, let's just forget about it!"

Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know—it's okay to be lazy for a while.

"No, absolutely not." Genes immediately put on a stern face. "This is the head of the family's order. Don't make things difficult for me."

"All right!

Then it's alright if I come back tonight!

You know, I have to mind the shop in Diagon Alley during the day, so I don't have much time.

"This... I'm very sorry, but this doesn't seem to work either."

"Why? I've already given you face."

"Isn't it just learning swordsmanship? Aren't two or three hours a day enough?"

Genes hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

"Is there a problem?" Aaron asked, squinting. Even if he was slow to react, he could tell that Genes was hiding something from him.

"Young master, the problem is that you need to learn more than just swordsmanship. There's a lot more to it."

Therefore, the free time during this holiday may be a little tight.

Aaron was stunned. What the hell was going on?

Other people's holidays are about eating well, sleeping well, and having fun, but for him it's just a bunch of tutoring classes.

“Genes,” Aaron took a deep breath, “tell me honestly, what were the mission objectives Vulko gave you?”

"this..."

“I told you to say it’s an order.”

"Yes!"

Genes nodded and took two keys out of his pocket, one silver and one light gray.

"The silver key can open the armory, which can be used to train combat skills."

The light gray key can open... many secret rooms, depending on what you are interested in, young master.

The patriarch's meaning is that without greed, nothing can be accomplished. Besides the necessary close combat skills, young master, you must learn at least three other skills.

Of course, these will all come in handy.

"Hehe! Hehe!"

Aaron rubbed his forehead and shook his head, looking utterly dejected.

"No wonder they left in such a hurry."

So it wasn't because he was busy; he was probably just too embarrassed to see me.

Am I their biological child? What parent would enroll their twelve-year-old child in four tutoring classes?

That's outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!

I...I want to find my grandfather, I want him to give me justice.

"Get me paper and pen; I need to quickly write him a letter to complain about this unfair life."

"It's no use going to the old patriarch; he won't help you with this matter."

Snapped!

Aaron slammed his hand on the table, and Abe tensed up, baring his teeth at Genes.

The master and servant are now united against the outsider, acting as if they won't let this go until the matter is clearly explained.

Genes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The young master rarely got angry, but when he did, he was a real handful.

After all, he was just a butler, and he didn't have as much decision-making power as Aaron in many matters.

"This is a family rule."

First, after becoming a high-level mage, you need to have a certain level of melee combat ability.

"I'm not saying one can take on ten, but at least one must be able to take on five."

"Really?" Aaron said casually. "That means my dad can also take on five people at once."

"No, the patriarch's record is one against twelve."

puff!

Aaron was caught off guard by the news.

"real or fake?

"Vico is so amazing, how come I never realized it?"

"it is true.

Each generation of the Gaius family's heirs possesses formidable close-combat skills, and the patriarch is no exception.

"Then...did my grandpa also enroll him in so many tutoring classes?"

“No, that’s not true. Only those who become high-level mages before the age of twelve have this opportunity,” Genes explained, forcing a smile. “The patriarch’s talent is slightly less, so he only needs to master swordsmanship at a certain age.”

Aaron opened his mouth, then couldn't help but swallow.

No wonder Vico said he would have a relatively easy life; it turns out that if you're talented, you have to go to tutoring classes!

Thinking of this, Aaron touched the ring he was wearing with a guilty conscience.

"Genes, a twelve-year-old advanced mage needs to learn at least four skills."

What if, I mean, what if, someone reached the level of a mage before the age of twelve?

There must have been several such individuals in the family history; how were their positions arranged?

"I don't know the specifics, but there is one who is quite famous, the one the patriarch mentioned last night who lived more than 700 years ago."

It is said that by the age of twelve, he had mastered at least twenty different skills, and in those days, several highly respected figures in their fields wanted to become his students, but he refused them all.

"That's truly remarkable!" Aaron said with a forced smile, but he secretly made a decision: his true strength must absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be revealed.

Four tutoring classes are already a tough life; if you add several times that, life really becomes unbearable.

He's still young and doesn't want to die suddenly.

Chapter 104 Vulnerabilities from the Guardian's Perspective

After friendly negotiations, Aaron finally reduced his daily tutoring time to eight hours.

Two hours per class is tough, but that's Genes' bottom line. If there are too few classes, he can't guarantee Aaron's learning efficiency.

After breakfast, Aaron went to the small shop in Diagon Alley via Floo Powder.

He didn't rush to open the shop for business, but instead signed in as usual.

I spent a lot of money last night, and now I have very few magic points left, less than two hundred. I urgently need to replenish them.

Diagon Alley is not as good as Hogwarts; the daily sign-in rewards are 80% less.

But things are valued for their scarcity. With his current resources, he has to value even two magic points. After all, even a small mosquito is still meat!

Just as Aaron was sighing and lamenting his miserable holiday, green flames appeared in the fireplace.

Genes came out carrying a book, a faint smile on his face.

But neither Aaron nor Abe gave him a friendly look, simply glancing at him before turning their faces away.

One reason is that half of my leisurely holiday was taken up, and the other is that the menu was completely changed, so I probably won't be able to eat well in the future.

"Young Master, I..."

"Don't feel embarrassed," Aaron waved his hand. "I won't complain about you, after all, you can't make the decision about the tutoring class."

"Thank you for your understanding, young master." Genes breathed a sigh of relief and then placed the book in front of Aaron. "This is the weapon encyclopedia in the secret room."

The records include 173 longswords, 56 shortswords, 60 knives, 27 daggers, 19 sets of bows and arrows, 15 hammers, 14 spears, 13 axes, and 20 sets of armor...

"Wait, wait, wait," Aaron interrupted him speechlessly. "No need to say anything, I'll see for myself."

"Young Master, I'll just give a brief introduction."

These are all magical weapons, and their first owners were all famous in history. Each one can be said to be a legend.

Knowing the origins of these weapons might spark your interest in learning, making your studies much easier!

Forget it!

I already have enough to learn; I don't want to take another history course.

"Alright! Then young master, take your time reading."

However, it's best to choose one before going back, so you can save some study time.

Aaron was amused and gave Genes a thumbs up, saying, "There aren't many teachers as dedicated as you these days."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Am I complimenting you?

Genes smiled without saying a word. These days, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Aaron knew the butler was a master of feigning ignorance, so he rolled his eyes at him, opened the shop, and began his work for the day.

The materials store clerk had prepared everything last night. His job as the boss was very simple: just sell goods and collect money according to the customers' needs and preferences.

Actually, the boss doesn't need to do this personally; any employee can sit back and make money.