A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"know a little."

"explain."

Genes shook his head. "It's not time for you to know yet."

"Ha!" Aaron sneered. "You are the butler, and I am the young master. You should know that."

“Young Master, please don’t make things difficult for me.” Genes said with a wry smile, “I have a contract that I must keep the secrets I know unless you advance to the level of a mage.”

Aaron rolled his eyes in exasperation, speechless.

This is absolutely airtight! Unless he reveals his true strength now, we can only suppress our curiosity.

But could he expose himself? Absolutely not!

A high-level mage is the family's only hope; what if it were a magician?

call!

Aaron took several deep breaths to calm himself down a bit.

"I won't ask questions I shouldn't ask in the future."

It's not because I understand you, but because I know it's pointless to ask.

Genes wholeheartedly agreed; you know it, so I don't have to explain.

"But isn't it a bit too cruel to give me this on my very first training session?"

"The more you suffer now, the less you'll suffer later," Genes said seriously. "Those who haven't been hurt don't know the pain. Getting beaten up is a lesson you have to learn in life. Remembering this feeling is much more effective than just training."

"You're right, I can't argue with you, okay!" Aaron rolled his eyes, seriously picked up his sword and armor, and created a few meters of distance between them. "Come on!"

"Wait a moment!" Genes hurriedly cast a spell, casting an armor spell on Aaron. "This is a medium-difficulty defensive spell that can greatly reduce the damage you take. If you want to learn it, young master, I can teach you."

Aaron: ......

No, no need.

Swordsmanship is the main course this holiday, so let's get started!

"Alright." Genes snapped his fingers, and a flash of light appeared on his armor as it was powered up again.

The next second, the silver armor burst forth with astonishing speed, and its clenched fist slammed down.

Aaron's pupils contracted sharply, and without the slightest hesitation, he leaped backward with all his might.

boom!

A clear fist print appeared on the floor, with spiderweb-like cracks clearly visible at the edges.

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard. As expected of magical armor, wearing it might even allow him to fight against giants.

The silver-armored warrior didn't pause after missing his first strike; he raised his fist and attacked again, this time targeting Aaron's chest.

Aaron parried with his sword, and sparks flew at the point of impact.

But the armor's strength still knocked him back several steps, and he almost dropped his longsword.

Before he could even regain his footing, a silver fist suddenly appeared in front of him. It was slightly weaker, but much faster, and he could even hear a sonic boom.

"My life is over."

Aaron closed his eyes in despair. He knew all too well the power of that punch; he didn't think his head was harder than the floor.

The image of a watermelon falling from the roof and shattering into pieces flashed through his mind, and at that moment he clearly felt how close death was to him.

However, a second later, he did not feel any pain.

He thought it was Genes who intervened in time, but when he opened his eyes, a three-meter-tall white dragon stopped in front of him, blocking the punch for him.

Abe looked down at the silver armor, exhaling thick white breaths from his nostrils.

Its pupils were filled with contempt, mixed with intense anger.

They bullied its owner right in front of it and dared to hit it so hard.

This is truly intolerable! This is intolerable! This is intolerable!

Abe raised his white right claw and slammed it down, instantly shattering the silver armor into pieces and restoring it to its pre-transformation state.

But it didn't stop, slapping down with its claws one after another. After a dozen or so slaps, the silver parts were embedded in the ground, and then a dragon's breath washed over the ground.

The blazing flames surged across the ground like a tidal wave, burning the armor and rubble until they glowed red-hot, barely quelling its fury.

"Abe!"

Aaron was moved to tears, then gave Genes a disdainful sneer.

In critical moments, it's obvious who you can truly rely on!

After getting the armor ready, Abe quickly shrank and jumped into Aaron's arms, trying his best to comfort his master's fragile heart.

Through the dragon language, he understood the concern, worry, and a hint of fear in Abe's roar.

After all, this was its master's training, and it couldn't help but interfere. What if the butler got angry? Then it might not even get an apple for breakfast anymore.

"Well done, beautifully done." Aaron patted its head approvingly. "Commendable loyalty!"

Forget about dieting, you're all grown up now, what's wrong with eating more?

From now on, I'll make the decision: add an extra roast chicken to every meal, and there'll be plenty of meat.

Abe nodded hurriedly, his long eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, and happiness was written all over his face.

"Young Master, this...this isn't right!" Genes stammered. "Dumbledore said Abel was only a little over a meter tall, how did he grow so big?"

"It's none of your business."

Maybe my dragon was so eager to protect its master that it unleashed its potential!

“This…is truly unbelievable!” Genes exclaimed. “This is very rare even among magical creatures, but isn’t it a bit too brutal?”

The floor is alright; although it's badly damaged, it can still be restored to its original state with a repair spell.

But that magical armor was different. It withstood a series of attacks from the dragon, leaving it in pieces, and needed to be reforged by a professional blacksmith.

"Hmph!" Aaron snorted coldly. "You have the nerve to say that? You know how dangerous the situation was just now. I almost died."

Genes: ......

"It's not that bad, it really isn't that bad."

I know my limits. Even if you take that blow, young master, your life won't be in danger.

With the Ironclad Spell protecting you, young master, at worst you'll get a black eye.

"Heh! You can hit someone but not in the face, right?"

Genes chuckled awkwardly. "You can't expect your future opponents to go easy on you."

Enemies are never merciful; they'll stop at nothing to achieve an effective attack, let alone humiliate you.

Chapter 107 Special Skills of Armor

Genes cast a restoration spell, restoring the cratered ground to its original state, and then put away the badly damaged silver armor.

"Young Master, you can continue."

There's still some time before the first class ends; we can have another one.

"Roar!" Abe let out a dissatisfied roar.

Are you going to continue? Didn't you see you almost hurt my master just now?

Aaron understood the meaning of the roar, smiled and rubbed its head, then reluctantly put Abe on the ground.

"Okay, but this is my class, so you shouldn't interfere anymore."

Don't feel bad about it. As Genes said, suffering a little more now will save you a lot of suffering later.

Abe paused for a moment, a hint of confusion in his eyes, but he still silently turned and left, leaving Aaron with a rather lonely silhouette.

"continue!"

"Okay, Master."

Genes raised his wand again, and a brand new suit of armor stepped down from the shelf.

Aaron took a deep breath and launched the attack.

He rushed to the front of the armor and thrust forward, the gleaming silver tip of his sword aiming straight for the breastplate.

Since his opponent wasn't human, he naturally didn't need to hold back; hitting the target was all that mattered.

呲!

The piercing sound, mixed with tiny sparks, was exceptionally clear in the sealed room.

A moment later, Aaron's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

As expected, his attack was blocked, and he couldn't even draw his weapon.

The armored figure clasped its hands together, clamping the two-inch-wide blade of the sword, the tip of which stopped a few centimeters in front of the breastplate.

Aaron was stunned. Before he could react, he was kicked hard in the stomach and sent flying backward uncontrollably.

Abe, who was watching the battle from a short distance away, couldn't hold back again and roared as he charged toward the suit of armor.

But after running only a couple of steps, the dragon was lifted up by Genes, its limbs flapping wildly in mid-air.

"That's why teachers suffer more than students!" Genes looked at Abe speechlessly. "Don't worry, the young master is fine. If something had happened, I would have been more worried than you."

"Besides, you've already ruined a set of armor. If you continue like this, even the vast Gaius family can't withstand your extravagance."

Abe snorted softly, and although she was being carried, she still crossed her arms proudly and turned her face away unhappily.

"Cough cough!" Aaron scrambled to his feet, clutching his stomach in a disheveled state.

The Ironclad Curse was quite effective; he wasn't seriously injured, but it was incredibly painful.

Genes placed Abe on the ground, took out his notebook, and solemnly wrote down: "First, insufficient strength."

The method to improve is to do fifty push-ups every day, gradually increasing the number.

Second, insufficient adaptability.