A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Aaron was hammering a piece of red-hot iron in front of the forging table. He was completely immersed in it and didn't notice the sweat sliding down his face. He just instinctively used every ounce of strength to expel the impurities in the iron.

Abe was also put on a treadmill by Jeans and was forced to burn off body fat as quickly as possible.

"It's really good." Alger said with some pride, looking at Aaron with admiration in his eyes, "If he can focus on forging, he will definitely become a blacksmith that surpasses me."

"But this is impossible." Genes glanced at his watch, "Besides, in ten minutes it will be the time for the young master's next class. You see..."

"You are really a spoiler!" Alger curled his lips and then snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, everything in the secret room came to a standstill.

"What's wrong?"

Aaron came back to his senses and turned around blankly to look at the two of them.

"The hour is almost up, it's time for your next class."

Aaron placed the hammer on the forging table and rubbed his sore arms, "What about my sword?"

"You don't have to worry about this. This secret room is connected to my memory. Everything in the secret room is naturally under my control. You can continue the progress of cleaning up the debris in the next class."

"So that's it." Aaron suddenly realized, then looked at the half-struck sword embryo, frowned and said: "So...then is the sword I hit real?"

"Of course not, those ores were all constructed by me based on my own memory." Alger said, noticing Aaron's darkened face, and immediately added: "I had hoarded a batch of rare ores during my lifetime, but I didn't have enough. It’s a shameful waste for them to level up a newbie.”

“But what you just threw into the furnace was just ordinary iron ore!

I haven't seen any of those so-called rare materials. "

"Didn't I put the mithril in just now?" Alger turned to look at Jeans and asked.

"Maybe not."

"What about black iron, meteorites, and fire crystals?"

"It seems..." Genes was about to shake his head when he saw Alger's warning eyes, and immediately changed his words: "I have been urging Abe to run, and I didn't pay much attention."

"Don't be so serious!" Alger said with some embarrassment, "This is just a simple simulation, but it can give you a very real experience."

"Haha! It doesn't matter.

In short, you also left a lot of wealth during your lifetime, and they are all waiting for me to inherit! "

Arge was startled for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Although this is true, it sounds so heartbreaking!

“Just kidding, don’t pay attention.

But you also have to be generous. Since it is a memory simulation, don’t be reluctant to part with those precious materials. Aaron said, lifting Abe off the treadmill and following Genes to the next classroom.

Alger looked at Aaron's back, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

This junior put it lightly. He was a person who regarded forging as his life. Seeing those rare materials scrapped was more uncomfortable than seeing his own son die.

Since Aaron had successfully graduated in some majors last year, Genes deleted some subjects based on the actual situation. When they entered the second classroom, they saw Wicht with white hair.

Just as Aaron was about to say hello, Wicht teleported to him.

Looking at each other, the old man showed a playful smile, "The strength has improved well."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he saw that his current magic power was incomplete?

It shouldn’t be! It would be understandable if the missing body was seen, but he is the real body, and logically cannot be exposed.

"Intermediate mage, I can see that you have not wasted this year."

call!

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, just fine he didn't notice.

"Master, are you an intermediate mage?" Jeans said with a look of astonishment, "No wonder Master Alger said you can surpass me within two years."

"Pretend, keep pretending." Aaron sneered, "The ancestors can see it because I am in their memory space, but you, a great magister, can't see it?"

"He really can't tell." Wicht explained, "The Grand Mage sounds more advanced, but in fact it's just the same thing."

Jeans' face turned slightly red, but he did not dare to refute.

Regardless of his identity, this lord could suppress him with one hand whether he was alive or dead.

Aaron was speechless for a moment when he saw this. Please don't act so embarrassed. This makes me a mid-level magician. How can I not be a magician?

"But Dumbledore is also a great mage..." Aaron paused slightly as he spoke, and said with a smile: "Okay! He is a great mage who can break through the holy realm at any time, and he is not at the same level as the butler. ”

"Master." Genes was a little worried and said helplessly, "Please give me some face."

"Definitely next time."

"It's time for class." Wicht looked at Aaron, "Show me your results this year."

"I won't let you down." Aaron said proudly. He was fully confident in himself when it came to the magic circle.

"But before that, I have a little question, and I hope you can help me answer it."

Weicht became more interested and said, "Tell me, there are still problems that bother you."

"What is the method for the Great Mage to break through to the Holy Realm?"

"State of mind." Weihet said directly, "It has different difficulties for different people. Some people have a transcendent state of mind, and everything will go smoothly if the magic energy accumulates enough, while some people have complicated minds, and they can only be bound in the same place even if the magic energy exceeds that bottleneck.

The former can see a brand new landscape and move to a higher level, while the latter can only sigh in despair, but this does not prevent them from improving their own foundation. If the talent is high enough, it is not impossible to fight against the higher level."

Aaron nodded slowly, and finally understood why Dumbledore had been lingering on the edge of the holy realm.

That old immortal has more than 800 minds and has been focusing on fighting the Dark Lord. It would be strange if he could succeed.

"In addition to reaching the state of mind, is there any other way?" Aaron asked.

"Of course there is. When God closes a door for you, he will open a window." Weihet said lightly, and then looked at Aaron, "But don't worry, your door is open." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "You and the ancestors of Arge like to keep people in suspense. What I want to ask is what's going on with that window?" Weihet raised his eyebrows, "You don't have to know this." "What if I must know?" Aaron said solemnly, "This has nothing to do with curiosity, but my main opponent now may be at this level. He is a lunatic, I have to know if he has the possibility of taking that step." Hearing this, Weihet looked at Jins, and a fierce momentum burst out instantly, "Is this how you take care of him? At such a young age, he let him provoke a wizard in the quasi-saint realm." Jins was forced back several steps, his face pale, and the whole person half-knelt on the ground. "It has nothing to do with him. I was careless." Aaron stood in front of Jins and blocked most of the pressure for him. "It's not a good thing for a person to be too good. Both the black and white worlds are trying every means to win me over." "The contemporary Dark Lord and White Lord?" Weihet thought thoughtfully, with a hint of playfulness on the corner of his mouth. "I can imagine your life in Hogwarts. It must be very interesting." "It's very exciting." Aaron corrected, "The world is not good now. It's not easy to get along anywhere!" "Think about it. It's like this in every era. You don't look for trouble, but trouble will look for you." Weihet said, and then with a wave of his hand, Jins stood up directly, and the pressure on his body suddenly dissipated. Gulu! Aaron couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He knew that this ancestor was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong that he could easily control the great magician. "Ancestor, how strong were you when you were alive!"

"Me?" A trace of regret and a little pride flashed across Weihet's eyes, "If you want to know, wait until Vico comes back and ask in person. There is a record of this in the family history."

"Why don't you just tell me directly?"

"Master." Genes kept shaking his head at Aaron, signaling him not to ask more questions.

"Okay! I was careless." Aaron suppressed his curiosity. Anyway, Vico and the others would be back in a month, and he would know sooner or later.

"Then, ancestor, can you tell me what that window is now?"

"I really admire you." Weihet said with a wry smile, "If your state of mind is not up to standard and you want to go through the window to the outside world, you can only squeeze hard.

This process is very painful. If you don't have enough strength, you can't squeeze out, but you have to pay some price to squeeze out. The excess magic energy will dissipate involuntarily, and there will be a long period of weakness."

"I seem to understand." Aaron touched his chin and pondered: "To pass through that window, the magic energy must exceed that of the Holy Mage by a lot.

And once you cross that threshold, no matter how much magic energy you have accumulated, you will return to the standard of entering the Holy Realm, and your state will decline for a period of time."

"You can say that." Weihet said with relief.

Getting a positive answer, Aaron breathed a sigh of relief.

This is definitely the best news he has heard this year. Neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort will cross that bottleneck before completely killing each other.

Everyone wants to see a higher view, but before the hidden dangers are eliminated, you must restrain your desire.

Don't let your enemy come to you after you have finally made a breakthrough, otherwise you will die unjustly.

"I have answered your question, now let me see your achievements this year!"

"No problem, but..." Aaron glanced in the direction of Genes. Most of his strength has been exposed, but he still hides the remaining small part.

"You go out first." Weihet said, "I will send him to the next classroom when the time comes."

"Yes."

Genes said respectfully, and then opened the door of another secret room.

However, he thought of something as soon as he stepped in, and retreated a little embarrassedly, "Master, can Abe go with me?

You know it. If no one urges it, it will definitely be lazy on the road to losing weight."

Hearing this, Aaron looked at the white dragon hiding in the corner.

Abe covered his shriveled pocket, pretending to be aggrieved, and was about to cry.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Abei was talking about the mountain of snacks that was taken away by the thought body. Then he shook his head helplessly, "Forget it! It's okay to let it rest for a class."