A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The problem might not be too big. The first two ancestors recognized his talent and forced him to learn skills regardless of his willingness. But this time, he did it on his own initiative, so the situation is quite different.

I'm being so pragmatic, you can't possibly bring yourself to report me!

“You have nothing to worry about, you are an outstanding junior.”

It was confirmed. Aaron knew from Vaughn's first words that the other party had seen through his strength, but the second half of his sentence made him breathe a heavy sigh of relief, which meant that he would not report him.

"It's an honor that you chose this course, but I'm afraid I have to apologize."

"What?"

Aaron was a little confused; this wasn't right!

I'm a genius, after all. The first two people coerced and bribed me to inherit their skills, but why are you pushing me away from me?

“Don’t be surprised, it’s not that I don’t intend to teach you, but we need to discuss the specific timing carefully.” Vaughn waved his hand and said with some regret, “The charm of music is endless, but your talent shouldn’t be wasted on music for too long.”

One class every three days, one hour per class.

“But isn’t this timeframe a bit too tight?” Genes asked.

At one hour every three days, Aaron only studied for about a day before school started, so his efficiency was probably not very high.

“I believe in his talent.” Vaughn gave Aaron a meaningful look, then waved his wand, and a piano and a harmonica flew to the three of them. “Time is limited, so I’ve chosen two for you. With my expertise, teaching you two instruments within two months shouldn’t be a problem.”

"Thank you, teacher."

Vaughn nodded, then tapped his wand slightly backward, and the fourth door opened.

Aaron and Genes exchanged a glance and went inside.

The fourth secret room is filled with a dazzling array of ingredients, as well as various cooking tools.

"Is this... a chef?" Aaron's lips twitched. "I'm really surprised. With that mountain of gold supporting them, even if the Gaius family really falls on hard times, they wouldn't have to go out and work for others!"

“Not at all. In fact, this…” Genes paused for a moment, then continued, “this kitchen is really just an ordinary kitchen.”

That generation's patriarch was relatively less talented, reaching only the peak of the Archmage level when his time came, but in certain aspects, his achievements were still awe-inspiring.

"There's a story behind it?" Aaron became interested.

Genes shook his head, but decided to satisfy Aaron's curiosity anyway. "His wife often can't eat. Even a wizard can't last long without food."

"So, for the sake of his woman, he personally cooked and honed his culinary skills to perfection?" Aaron imagined the scenario, but couldn't help feeling somewhat disappointed.

"This story sounds touching, but it's not particularly original, and it's even a bit... overused."

“If it were just about culinary skills, his secret chamber wouldn’t be here,” Genes said patiently. “A clan leader who is chosen by the family and whose memories are preserved in the secret chamber is a truly outstanding individual.”

Although his combat strength was somewhat lacking, he could stew anything from magical creatures to insects and ants, even dark races and undead creatures, all with just a pot.

Even during his culinary career spanning over a century, he thoroughly studied the dietary principles of various ethnic groups.

Some foods are harmless to this race but highly poisonous to others; some food combinations can have effects comparable to magic potions.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help but swallow.

I thought it was just a run-of-the-mill story, but who would have thought it would become a legend?

To be a chef to this level is truly unparalleled. If we go back a few thousand years, this is practically a different kind of Shennong!

"Ahem!" Genes coughed, drawing Aaron's attention back. "Young Master, are you interested in this course?"

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then silently shook his head.

"This ancestor's achievements are considerable, but his path is not suitable for me, so I'd better give up!"

"understood."

Genes gestured for Aaron to proceed to the next secret room, and just as Aaron thought they were going to the next secret room, a very familiar black stone pillar rose up in the center of the kitchen.

"Surely not!" Aaron chuckled sheepishly. "I didn't plan to take this course, so there's no need to disturb the ancestor's eternal rest!"

“It’s a family rule that every heir, no matter what choice they make, must meet with their ancestors,” Genes explained. “Young master, you know that meeting these ancestors can only bring benefits, not harm.”

Even a casual suggestion from them could save you decades of wasted time and effort.

Aaron gave an awkward yet polite smile. If he were of average talent, he probably would have thought the same thing, but now he had already exposed himself three times.

Although the three ancestors all promised to keep his secret, who knows if every ancestor thought the same way?

"Can't I just go straight to the next secret room?" Aaron asked hesitantly.

"cannot!

Forgive my bluntness, but you must meet with your ancestors.

When this clan rule was established, a spell was cast to prevent future generations from cheating. Anyone entering for the first time must summon the memories of their ancestors, otherwise the next door cannot be opened.

Therefore, if you are unwilling, young master, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave this secret room.

"Brilliant! That's a really thoughtful plan." Aaron gritted his teeth. What kind of bastard came up with such a wicked idea, leaving no chance at all!

Even though he was reluctant, Aaron still placed his hand on it.

This time, there were no unusual phenomena. A young man's figure appeared directly on the black pillar. He was approachable but exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. It was contradictory yet not at all out of place.

“Lord Salx.” Genes bowed respectfully, but the young ancestor ignored him, instead looking at Aaron with great interest, as if he had discovered some rare ingredient.

"Ancestor," Aaron stammered, his heart filled with unease.

That look in his eyes again, why is it always that look in his eyes?

He knew he couldn't hide it any longer. These ancestors were all shrewd and experienced people, and his little schemes were a joke in front of them.

“Lord Salx, this is Aaron Gaius, twelve years old.”

Aaron: ......

Please stop talking, I beg you, please stop talking.

“No need to say more.” Salks interrupted Genes, then gave Aaron a meaningful smile. “You’ve already met your three ancestors, and I think you should be able to understand some things by now!”

"I understand, I get it. I probably can't escape it," Aaron said, on the verge of tears. "Ancestor, what do you plan to do with me?"

“A smart man,” Salkes chuckled. “I’ve never had many friends in my life, and I only like to talk to smart people, to be straightforward.”

This course of mine is neither particularly important nor particularly unimportant, but it can play an unexpected role at crucial moments.

How about this? One lesson every two days, half an hour each time.

"Yes!" Aaron nodded dejectedly. The next moment, a warm, large hand patted his shoulder.

Salks looked at Aaron, his voice carrying a warm and comforting strength, "I don't know how to comfort you, but I can tell you one thing for sure, and it's something you also need to know."

You might feel a lot of pressure, but we old fogies would never harm our descendants.

"Thank you!" Aaron felt relieved. "I feel much better after hearing what you said."

"That's good!" Salks snapped his fingers, and a large door opened in response. "Go on, if nothing unexpected happens, you'll have to meet about twenty more people."

I have mediocre talent and a certain degree of autonomy, but you... I'm afraid you only have the right to accept, not the opportunity to refuse.

Aaron: ......

A generous gift crab!

Give me back the gratitude I felt.

Chapter 111 The Little White Rabbit in the Eyes of the Wolves

Aaron looked at the next portal, and the darkness within made him shudder.

"Um... I have an upset stomach, can I go back first?"

"What do you think?" Salkes said with a playful tone, "If you can't avoid it, you have to face it honestly."

“Actually, besides facing it, there’s also the option of escaping,” Aaron said very seriously.

Salks paused for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter and gave Aaron a thumbs up.

"That's a good idea; I used to think the same way."

But in the end you'll find you can't escape it, and you'll definitely regret it later.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dragged himself toward the next door.

"Lord Salx, will the young master... be alright?" Genes asked with some concern.

"No, he's already ahead of many people. If he can't even withstand this much pressure, then it would be very disappointing."

"Besides, you really are incompetent, even this child's..." Salkes paused here, "Never mind, that's his skill too."

In short, as long as this guy doesn't die young, his future achievements will definitely be substantial; he might even rank among the top three in the family's history.

Upon hearing this, Genes was thrilled, but also a little apprehensive.

He had discussed with the current patriarch and the previous patriarch, namely Aaron's father and grandfather, and they felt that Aaron's talent was at most in the top fifty.

Although this name only sounds slightly above average, it is already quite remarkable compared to other wizarding families. But no one expected the surprise to come so unexpectedly.

What does it mean to be in the top three? They are undoubtedly excellent, but the top three successors of the Gaius family throughout history have all been at the level of God of Magic, which is far beyond what the word "excellent" can describe.

"Your subordinate understands. I will certainly do my best to assist the young master from now on," Genes solemnly promised, then looked at Salks with a hesitant expression, "This matter is quite significant, the patriarch and the old patriarch..."

"Keep it a secret for now! Don't tell anyone for a year."

I've been there, and that feeling of having high expectations placed on you really isn't pleasant.

"understood."

Genes nodded, bowed, and took his leave.

The next secret room was a botanical garden. After Genes entered, Aaron had already summoned the memories of the ancestor Lant, and they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

“Genes,” Lant beckoned, “bring Aaron to see me every two days for forty-five minutes each time, understand?”

"Yes, Lord Lant."

Lan nodded and led Aaron to the back of the botanical garden, personally escorting him into the next secret room.

The sixth room is a huge library, twice the size of Hogwarts.

Aaron showed no emotion, and skillfully walked to the center of the library, placing his hand on the rising black stone pillar.