A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Aaron skillfully put his palm up, summoning the memory of the third ancestor.

All the musical instruments in the secret room began to play, and various different notes combined to form a powerful and exciting symphony.

In this natural sound, a middle-aged figure slowly appeared.

"Hello, ancestors." Aaron saluted before Genes, showing great courtesy.

In the first two secret rooms, he was bought and sold by force. I was somewhat unconvinced, but he was really interested in this secret room, and it was natural for him to be respectful to the teacher.

"Forgive me!" The middle-aged man smiled, "And don't call me ancestor. Most of the people in the secret room are senior to me. It's quite stressful to call me the same as them.

In fact, I'm only a few hundred years older than you, and wizards generally live longer, so I'm almost of your great-great-grandfather's generation. "

"That's also an ancestor." Aaron said seriously.

"Forget it, you can call me whatever you want!"

"Sir Vaughn, the young master wants to learn music from you." Genes said, "Two hours a day, what do you think?"

“No problem, it’s my duty.

We people have turned into loess, and doing something for the next generation can be regarded as a rational use of resources. "Vaughn looked at Aaron with a smile, and his expression soon changed, "You...how old are you this year? "

"Twelve years old.

Master Aaron is twelve years old and has reached that threshold. "

Vaughn was stunned for a moment, and a playful smile appeared on his face, "This little guy is hiding deep enough!"

Aaron couldn't help but shiver. He didn't know why, but after hearing these words, an ominous premonition shot up from the soles of his feet to the sky.

Wouldn't this ancestor also see his true level? That is really terrible news!

But after thinking about it, Aaron calmed down again.

The problem may not be big. The first two ancestors took a fancy to his talent and forced him to learn skills whether he wanted to or not. But this time he took the initiative, so the situation was very different.

I am so aware of current affairs, so you can't be so cruel as to report it!

"Excellent junior, you don't have anything to worry about."

It was true. As soon as Vaughan opened his mouth, Aaron knew that the other party had seen through his strength, but the second half of the 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 say sorry."

"What?"

Aaron was a little confused, this was wrong!

After all, I can be considered a genius. The first two tried to force me to pass on their skills, but why did you come here and push me out?

"Don't be surprised. It's not that I don't plan to teach you, but we have to discuss the specific time carefully." Vaughn waved his hand and said with some regret: "The charm of music is endless, but your talent should not be Too much time is wasted on music.

There are one class every three days, and each class is one hour. "

"But isn't this time a little too tight?" Jeans asked.

Three days and one hour, so Aaron only studied for about a day before school started, and his efficiency was probably not much higher.

"I believe in his talent." Vaughn gave Aaron a meaningful look, then waved his magic wand, and a piano and a harmonica flew to the three of them. "Time is limited, so I decided to choose two for you. , with my professional level, it is not a problem to teach you two instruments within two months.”

"Thank you, teacher."

Vaughn nodded, moved his wand back slightly, and the fourth door opened.

Aaron and Jeans looked at each other and entered.

The fourth secret room contains a dazzling array of ingredients, in addition to various cooking tools.

"Is this...a chef?" Aaron's mouth twitched, "I'm really surprised. With that golden mountain to support it, even if the Gaius family is really in trouble, they won't go out to work for others, right? !”

"No, in fact this..." Jeans paused and continued, "This kitchen is really just an ordinary kitchen.

The talent of the clan leader of that generation was relatively poor, and he was only at the peak of the magister when his time came, but in some aspects his achievements were also awe-inspiring. "

"Is there a story?" Aaron became interested.

Genes shook his head, but decided to satisfy Aaron's curiosity, "His wife often can't eat. Even a wizard can't last long if he doesn't eat."

"So, for his woman, he cooked by himself and then developed top cooking skills?" Aaron imagined some plots, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"This story sounds quite touching, but it's not unusual. It's even a bit... bad."

"If it was just about cooking, his secret room wouldn't be here." Jeans said patiently, "The patriarchs who can be chosen by the family and live forever in the form of memory in the secret room are all well-deserved heroes.

Although his combat power is somewhat inferior, he can stew everything from magical animals to insects and ants, and even dark races and undead creatures with just one pot.

Even in his cooking career that lasted for hundreds of years, he thoroughly studied the cuisine of various ethnic groups.

Some foods are harmless to this race, but are highly poisonous to other races. Some foods can have an effect comparable to magic potions when combined. "

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help but swallowed.

I thought it was a bad street story, but who would have thought it was his legend.

There is no one who can do this as a cook. If it were pushed forward for thousands of years, this would be a different kind of Shen Nong!

"Ahem!" Genes coughed and drew Aaron's attention back, "Master, do you think you are interested in this course?"

Aaron hesitated for a moment and shook his head silently.

"This ancestor's achievements are not low, but his path is not suitable for me, so let's forget it!"

"Understood."

Genes made another invitation gesture, and just when Aaron thought he was going to the next secret room, a particularly familiar black stone pillar rose in the center of the kitchen.

"No way!" Aaron smiled coquettishly, "I have no intention of learning this course, so there is no need to disturb the eternal sleep of my ancestors!"

"This is a clan rule. No matter what choice they make, each generation of heirs must meet their ancestors." Genes explained, "Master, you know that meeting these ancestors only has advantages and no disadvantages.

If they give you some random advice, you might be able to avoid decades of detours in the future. "

Aaron showed an awkward but polite smile. If he had average talent, he would probably think so, but now he has exposed it three times.

Although the three ancestors agreed to keep his secret, who knows whether every ancestor thought so.

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

"cannot!

With all due respect, you must meet your ancestors.

When this clan rule was established in the past, in order to prevent the younger generations from cheating, a magic was specially cast. Anyone who enters for the first time must summon the memory of their ancestors, otherwise the next door cannot be opened.

Therefore, if you are not willing, young master, we may not be able to get out of this secret room. "

"Beautiful! You're so thoughtful." Aaron gritted his teeth. Whose bastard came up with such a sinister idea? He didn't leave any chance!

But no matter how reluctant he was, Aaron still pressed his hand on it.

There was no abnormality this time. A young figure appeared directly on the black pillar. He was approachable but exuded an aura that kept strangers away from him. He was contradictory but not inconsistent at all.

"Lord Sarkes." Genes saluted respectfully, but the young ancestor ignored him. Instead, he looked at Aaron with interest, as if he had discovered some rare ingredient.

"First, ancestors." Aaron hesitated, feeling uneasy.

It’s this look again, why is it this look again?

He knew that he couldn't hide it anymore. These ancestors were all mature people, and his little thoughts were a joke in front of them.

"Lord Sarkes, this is Aaron Gaius, twelve years old."

Aaron: ...

Stop talking, please, stop talking.

"Needless to say." Sarkes interrupted Jeans, and then gave Aaron a meaningful smile, "You have already met your three ancestors, I think you should be able to figure something out. Come on!"

"Clear, understand, I probably won't be able to escape." Aaron said without tears, "Ancestor, how do you plan to arrange for me?"

"Smart people." Sarkes chuckled, "I don't have many friends in my life, so I like to talk to smart people and be straightforward.

My course is not important even if it is said to be important. But it can play an unexpected role at critical moments.

How about this! One session for two days, one half-hour session. "

"Yes!" Aaron nodded lonely, and the next moment, a warm big hand patted his shoulder.

Sarkes looked at Aaron, with heart-warming power in his voice, "I don't know how to comfort you, but I can tell you one thing for sure, and this is something you must know.

You may feel a lot of pressure, but no matter what we do, we will never harm our children and grandchildren. "

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

"That's good!" Sarkes snapped his fingers, and a door opened. "Go, if nothing else happens, you will have to see about twenty people.

My talent is mediocre and I have a certain degree of autonomy, but you... I'm afraid you only have the right to accept and no chance to refuse. "

Aaron: ...

A generous gift crab!

Give me back my feelings.