A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

"Is that..." Jeans swallowed, and asked with a very far-fetched black face: "A coffin?"

"Nonsense." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, opened the coffin lid and lay down in it, "I would like to build a Noah's Ark, but my strength doesn't allow it!"

Jeans was speechless for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

The young master is very talented, but if you want to be able to navigate this secret room, talent is not as important as accumulation.

The older they are, the more advantages they have. Sufficient reserves of magic energy and knowledge are enough for them to avoid this crisis calmly.

And the young master is just a thirteen-year-old child. Even if the magic energy reaches the standard, the magic he has learned so far cannot handle such a big scene.

Therefore, it is a kind of elegance to build yourself an exquisite coffin before death.

Genes nodded secretly, feeling that he had guessed the young master's thoughts.

Aaron, who was closing the coffin lid on himself, suddenly shivered, but he didn't think much about it. After all, it was easy for people to tremble in this environment.

Boom!

Without any surprise, the coffin was swallowed up by a huge amount of snow.

After a violent jolt, Aaron opened his eyes and saw darkness.

"It's buried deep enough!" Aaron chuckled, then picked up his wand, "Fluorescence flashes!"

The darkness was dispersed by the light, but what was seen was extremely thick white, which made people feel depressed.

"Okay! It's not very deep, it's very, very deep."

Aaron lay in the ice coffin he carefully built, quietly thinking about what to do next.

Teleport to safety using Apparition?

No, if he went out now, he would definitely be sent to the next place by Jeans. He didn't want to experience this thrilling feeling over and over again.

And if his ability to teleport is exposed, Genes will definitely be prepared in advance. It will be impossible for him to use this ability to escape unexpectedly in the future.

After pondering for a while, lying down became his first choice.

Skipping class is out of the question for the time being, but it never hurts to take a nap or something!

Thinking of this, Aaron raised his wand and opened a small hole on the coffin board, and carved two magic circles.

A wind-attribute magic array ensures air circulation, and a fire-attribute magic array ensures that the temperature inside the coffin will not be too low.

After more than an hour, the secret room returned to normal.

Genes and Abe saw Aaron lying in the open space and anxiously stepped forward to check.

But after getting closer, the faces of each person and the dragon were particularly wonderful, because the person they were most worried about was sleeping very soundly at the moment, as if he was having a good daydream.

"As expected of the young master!" Genes was speechless. The last time someone was so lazy was more than a thousand years ago.

Abe stretched out his paw and shook Aaron awake, "Master, get up."

"Huh?" Aaron rubbed his eyes, "Is it time?"

"We're here." Genes gave a thumbs up, "Master, your performance really surprised me. You don't have to experience avalanches in the future."

You were careless, why did you fall asleep?

Aaron stood up immediately. This was a precious rest time. How could he just give up?

"No, I don't agree."

"Master, I need to remind you." Genes said helplessly, "I am responsible for arranging your lessons. This kind of sneaky trick is enough once."

Aaron still wanted to fight for it, but Genes kept a straight face and said, "This matter is not negotiable. You can protest, but the protest is invalid."

"All right!"

Genes took out another set of keys, looked at the secret room number on the wall, and inserted it into the number one position.

The hot breath hit their faces, and the forging room with the center of the volcano as the energy core appeared in front of them.

"I don't like volcanoes, they are always moody." Aaron shook his head and skillfully placed his right hand on the palm model of the black stone pillar, and Alge Gaius, who had black hair and silver eyes, appeared.

"Long time no see, little Aaron."

"It's been a long time, ancestor." Aaron said nonchalantly, "The school just finished the holiday yesterday, and I came here today."

"There's nothing to complain about." Alger rubbed Aaron's head. "This era is pretty good. When I was still alive, I had to fight at every turn."

"But I just experienced a volcanic eruption and an avalanche, and my spirit was quite severely damaged."

Hearing this, Alger slowly turned his head to look at Jeans, his sharp gaze causing a layer of cold sweat to appear on his forehead.

"Well done, this is what he has to go through, the sooner the better."

"My subordinate understands." Genes breathed a sigh of relief, and then gave his young master a provocative look: Do you see, the teaching team is all on my side.

Aaron was dumbfounded. He thought someone was standing up for him just now, but the result... was so heartbreaking!

"I heard Vico said that you took my sword away?" Alger asked playfully, "Is it useful?"

"It worked so well, I split the giant snake in half in one go."

"Very well, the first thing you need to do this holiday is forge a sword."

"Ancestor." Aaron hesitated, "My current level is only a little better than the blacksmiths in the Muggle world. Isn't it too early to make weapons?"

“I feel the same way, but you don’t have much time.

If you don’t get started early and gain experience, you may miss the opportunity to forge artifacts in the future. "

Hearing this, Aaron looked confused.

He almost understands the meaning, but what does it mean that I don't have much time? This is easy to scare people!

"Ahem!" Jeans coughed and reminded cautiously, "Sir Alger, the young master is only thirteen years old...it's not appropriate for him to know too much!"

"He is qualified to know now. This is the result of discussions between us old immortals." Alger looked at Jeans meaningfully, "Do you believe that in two years he will be able to beat you?"

Genes was stunned for a moment, but quickly shook his head, "If you say he can defeat me when he is an adult, I won't doubt it, but two years is too short."

"Who are you looking down on?" Aaron said unhappily.

"My subordinates definitely don't mean that. I just think it's a bit unrealistic. After all, I am a great mage."

"Great Magister?" Aaron glanced at him in astonishment, "I always thought that you would be the peak Magister if you survived."

Genes' old face darkened, "Young master, you are the one who looks down on others, right?"

"But two years ago, Vico said that one of the ways to prevent bodyguards from following me outside is to defeat them. At that time, he clearly told me that you were a magister.

I have tried my best to put you at the top of the Magisterium. Isn’t it still respecting you? "

"Uh... forget it." Genes waved his hand a little tiredly, "Actually, the head of the family said that to give you some encouragement. I hope you can reach the level of a magister as soon as possible."

When Aaron heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"If you are the Grand Magister, that means my other six bodyguards..."

"Don't worry, young master, they are all mid-level magisters and above." Genes said with a proud look on his face, "And they have all experienced at least dozens of battles. It will not be a problem to leapfrog the enemy."

Aaron: ...

Good guy, really good guy.

I originally thought that my current strength could compete with the bodyguard team. If I won, no one would be able to protect me like surveillance.

But he didn't expect the reality to be so cruel. The difficulty level had increased a lot. He couldn't defeat any of them randomly. Now it seemed that it would be quite difficult to defeat them openly in a short period of time.

But he didn’t dare to try the other two ways to gain freedom!

He had achieved the level of magister before he turned eighteen, but once he was exposed, the ancestors in the secret room could arrange his death in minutes.

As for the third type, which is to marry a wife, have children, and raise the next generation, it is even more impossible.

This is a completely impossible task for a thirteen-year-old child.

"It's so deep!" Aaron said angrily, "I'm afraid even our school's teaching team can't compare."

"That's not necessarily true." Genes said calmly, "At least your vice principal is not weak, and he is no less powerful than me.

The other deans are similar, especially Severus Snape. If he hadn't wasted most of his energy on potions, with his talent, he would be not far behind even if he is not the Grand Magister. "

Aaron couldn't help but cover his face.

Damn, there are so many hidden bosses around here!

"What about Albus Dumbledore? How much do you know?"

"This...Dumbledore's strength is far superior to mine, I don't know."

"Is there anything else you don't know?" Aaron couldn't help but teased.

Genes felt that he was offended, and said hesitantly: "The peak of the Grand Mage, this is the evaluation of the old family leader many years ago.

Dumbledore can definitely bear the title of the greatest White Devil of this century, and ordinary Holy Magisters may not be his opponents.

Logically speaking, he could enter the Holy Realm at any time, but for some reason he had not taken that step yet. "

"Because we need to cross a hurdle." Alger said with emotion.

"What?" Aaron asked curiously, almost forgetting that this ancestor was a Holy Magister during his lifetime and was a veritable veteran.

"It's too early for you. You'll know when you reach the peak of the Great Mage."

"Lord Ancestor, you can't even satisfy the curiosity of a junior like me!"

"This... okay!" Alger didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Who asked me to deal with descendants like you!"

He didn't want Aaron to be too ambitious, but there were more than 20 of his ancestors in the secret room, and some of them were stronger than him in life.

These people may not tell Aaron, at least the guy in charge of the library must answer all questions.

"From a magician to a magister depends on accumulation. Once the magic energy reaches the standard, it will be a matter of course. Generally speaking, wizards can enter this stage before the age of forty.

Therefore, there is no shortage of magisters in the wizarding world, but magisters are also strong and weak, and only a small part can break through to high levels.

The journey from Magister to Grand Magister relies on talent. Only with enough talent can one break through those bottlenecks.

After that, if you want to enter the holy realm, you need to have a strong enough heart and cross the hurdle deep in your heart. To put it bluntly, you need to transcend yourself. "

Hearing this, Aaron looked confused, and Genes also frowned.

There are always some words in the world that are inexplicable and difficult to understand, and transcending yourself is one of them.

"Huh? Didn't I explain clearly enough?"

Aaron and Genes nodded in unison, and even Abe pretended to join in.

"Try to be as straightforward as possible, something we can understand." Aaron said patiently, "It's best to give an example if possible."

Arger pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head and said, "If you want to pursue immortality, you can't be afraid of death."

"Oh!" Aaron suddenly realized, "What if you can't get over this hurdle? Is there no other way?"

"There is a way, but..."

"But what?"

"Let's wait until you reach that level!

I'm just a blacksmith, it's not appropriate to say more."

Aaron:......

I took out my little notebook, and you told me this?