A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Aaron walked down the street, feeling dazed.

He didn't know how he got out of Ollivander's, but he knew he had displeased his uncle because he had carefully considered not adding wandmaking to the curriculum.

To be fair, he was planning to specialize in wandless spellcasting, and learning wand making was completely inconsistent.

Of course, this is not to say that wand-making craftsmanship is useless.

On the contrary, in the magical world, almost all wizards cannot do without wands, and the professional technology of making wands is only in the hands of a few people. It is a priceless treasure. If you learn it, you can definitely use it for a lifetime.

But the problem is that their family has enrolled him in four cram schools, and they really can't spare any extra time to learn other things.

Back at the shop, Aaron glared at Jeans fiercely, "How many classes are there that I can choose? Why is wand making even included?"

"Many." Genes said meaningfully, "specifically including various languages, life abilities, fighting methods, professional skills and so on.

Since the establishment of the Gaius family, each generation of family heads has left some options for the next generation.

It has been passed down for thousands of years, and there is nothing you can't think of, young master, and there is nothing your family can't teach you. "

"Haha!" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, and then looked at Jeans with suspicion, "Are you sure you can be a teacher of all subjects?"

"How is that possible?" Genes laughed dumbly, "Master, you think too highly of me, I only know less than one tenth of it.

But don’t worry, young master, each course has a special teaching method, which is very reliable. "

"What's the meaning?"

"To give a simple example, Hogwarts has a course called History of Magic, and the substitute professor seems to be a ghost."

Aaron suddenly understood, but felt that something was not right.

The secret room of the Gaius family will not be known to outsiders, which rules out the possibility of hiring famous teachers with huge amounts of capital, but it is impossible for their family to raise hundreds of ghosts for so-called teachers. This is too outrageous.

But he didn't ask any more questions. All the questions would be answered after he returned.

"Is there anything I need to prepare in advance?"

"Keep your spirits up and adjust your mentality. This is the only thing you need to prepare for."

More than an hour later, the two of them returned to the secret room in the castle.

Genes skillfully opened the armory, and then made a gesture of invitation, asking Aaron to choose the weapon first.

He didn't pay much attention, and casually walked to a shelf and picked out a long sword.

"Are you sure that's it?"

"Sure."

Genes nodded slightly, took off a similar long sword, and began to teach.

"Basic swordsmanship is the core of swordsmanship, including thrusting sword, splitting sword, lifting sword, hanging sword, cloud sword, point sword, breaking sword, cutting sword, wrist-cutting, etc."

Genes personally demonstrated the essentials of the movements every time he said a word, confirming Aaron's nod before moving on to the next movement. It took more than ten minutes to complete the demonstration.

"Master, do you have any more questions?"

"Well...there's no problem, but is this the end?"

"That's it. These are the core of swordsmanship."

"This is the first class!

Isn’t it too hasty for you to just teach me these few moves? "

“Don’t be hasty, it’s quite necessary.

Master, you are just a beginner, and it is really irresponsible to teach a beginner how to use swordsmanship. "Genes said seriously, "From now on, in every swordsmanship class, Master, you have to practice the basic movements for an hour and a half until you master it completely.

As for the remaining half hour, it is... actual combat training. "

"I understand, actual combat is the key, right?" Aaron chuckled, "Basic plus feeding moves, it sounds like there is no problem, but are you, the teacher, too relaxed?"

"Master, you are wrong to think so." Genes said meaningfully, "In fact, teachers will always suffer more than students."

"Really?" Aaron looked at him deeply, expressing deep doubts about this.

The professors at Hogwarts may be qualified to say this. After all, they have to take care of hundreds of students and they are too busy grading homework.

In addition, they also have to deal with various disputes and solve various learning problems for students.

But Genes was only responsible for him. Three-quarters of a class could be openly lazy, and it had nothing to do with suffering.

Jeans nodded and smiled without saying a word.

The formal training began soon. Aaron grasped the long sword in his hand tightly, but before he was halfway through his first movement, a silver long sword was placed on his shoulder.

Genes patted lightly, expressionless, and assumed the posture of a strict master, "Raise your arm, and the sword and arm should be in a straight line."

"Yes." Aaron said in a strange way. The serious butler made him feel like a mouse meeting a cat, and he subconsciously tensed up.

Uh-huh!

The straight thrust was completed smoothly, but before Aaron could breathe a sigh of relief, his head was bounced.

“The action is standard, but the speed is too slow.

If you really encounter an enemy, the speed with which you draw your sword is enough to kill you twice. "

"Isn't this training?"

"It's because of training that you can't relax. Your usual slacking off may cost you your life at a critical moment."

After hearing this, Aaron put away his temper. He knew very well that what Genes said was right, and immediately made the next move.

The sword is split from top to bottom, and the force reaches the sword body.

"no."

"Why?

This action is not that simple. Where did I go wrong? "

“The force was too great and I couldn’t stop the car at all.

Master, what you are practicing now is skills, not strength. It is best to set a standard for yourself. You will be considered qualified if you can stop at any time when you want to. "

Aaron opened his mouth, speechless.

As expected, the action of lifting the sword was interrupted again.

"The control is too deliberate, and the bells and whistles have no meaning."

Hang the sword.

"The bottom plate must be stable. I don't even need a dagger for this. I can take away your weapon in a minute."

Yun Jian.

"It's too stiff. If your wrist is not flexible, it will be a target."

...

After the last movement, Aaron was panting and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

He practiced less than ten movements for more than 20 minutes, during which he was slapped four times on his arm, five times on his thigh, and suffered three brain collapses.

I have been playing games for twelve years, and for the first time I feel that life is difficult.

He seriously doubted that Genes did it on purpose, and there was ample evidence.

When attending class for the first time, teachers like to give students a warning, just like Professor McGonagall used Animagus to establish her dignity as a teacher in the first class.

Genes held a small notebook and kept writing something. After a long time, he sighed, "I have to say, young master, you are really the worst class I have ever led."

puff!

Aaron felt like his heart had been stabbed hard, and it was heart-wrenching.

"It's too much!

Don’t think I don’t know, every teacher likes to say this. "

"That's true." Jeans nodded, "But apart from you, I have only taken care of the head of the family.

In other words, I am indeed qualified to say this. "

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

Having only taught two classes of students, being able to say "the worst class" so confidently can be considered a master of shame.

But why can't we put it another way? It sounds great to be ranked second among the students I have taught.

"Wait, you mean my dad's swordsmanship talent is better than mine?"

"It's natural.

The master's talent is at least twice as strong as yours. "

"How did you judge it?" Aaron looked at the small notebook in Genes' hand, thoughtfully, "Is there a calculation formula for this?"

"No, but it only took him ten minutes to complete this set of moves the first time."

"Then how many blows did he receive?"

"If I remember correctly, it was like seventeen times."

Aaron: ...

This logic is not sound at all.

“Master, time is precious, and it’s not okay to be lazy in front of me.

So, don’t be stunned. "

Aaron rolled his eyes and continued training with his sword.

Sure enough, after the show of force, Teacher Jeans became much kinder.

Although his movements were still not up to standard, at least he didn't suffer another brain breakdown.

A set of standard movements takes less than half the time as before. To be precise, the training time is reduced by more than half.

Genes is also conscientious. He pays attention to every move of Aaron. If it is standard, he will give an encouraging look. If it is not standard, he will also give suggestions for improvement.

An hour and a half later, Genes put away his notebook and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Judging from the training results, it is entirely possible for you, Master, to master these basic movements within a week."

“One week!

Barely acceptable. Aaron murmured, waving his sword with a slightly trembling hand, "Now it's time for actual combat training!"

Although I feel a little overwhelmed in front of you, I am ready. "

"Not bad momentum." Genes said with satisfaction, then put the long sword on the shelf and took out his wand.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean?" Aaron's face changed slightly and he couldn't help but take a step back. "Is it appropriate for you, a great magician, to deal with me, a beginner swordsman? Are you sure you are not bullying me?"

"Uh... Master, I misunderstood." Jeans tapped his wand on a piece of armor, and it climbed up from the shelf as if it had been given life.