Loopholes Under Guardianship

After friendly negotiations, Aaron finally reduced his daily tutoring time to eight hours.

Each class lasts two hours, which is difficult, but this is Jeans's bottom line. If there are too few classes, he cannot guarantee Aaron's learning efficiency.

After breakfast, Aaron went to the Small Shop in Diagon Alley through Floo Powder.

He didn't rush to open the shop for business; instead, he Sign-in as usual.

I spent a lot of money last night, and now I have very few Magic Points, less than two hundred. I urgently need to replenish them.

Diagon Alley is not as good as Hogwarts; the daily sign-in rewards are reduced by a full 80%.

But things are valued for their scarcity. With his current resources, he has to value even two Magic Points. After all, even a small amount is still something!

Just as Aaron was sighing and lamenting his miserable holiday, green flames appeared in the fireplace.

Jeans came out carrying a book, a faint smile on his face.

But neither Aaron nor Abei gave him a friendly look, simply glancing at him before turning their faces away.

One reason is that half of my leisurely holiday life has been taken up, and the other is that the recipes have been completely changed, so I probably won't be able to eat well in the future.

"Young Master, I..."

"Don't feel embarrassed," Aaron waved his hand. "I won't complain about you, after all, you can't do the tutoring work anyway."

"Thank you for your understanding, young master." Jeans breathed a sigh of relief, then placed the book in front of Aaron. "This is Chamber of Secrets weapons."

The records include 173 Longsword, 10 shortswords, 10 knives, 27 daggers, 19 sets of arrows, 10 hammers, 14 spears, 13 axes, and 20 sets of armor...

"Wait, wait, wait." Aaron interrupted him speechlessly, "No need to say anything, I can see for myself."

"Young master, I'll just give you a brief introduction."

These are all magical weapons, and their first owners were all famous in history. Each one can be said to be a legend.

Knowing the origins of these weapons might spark your interest in learning, making things twice as easy!

Forget it!

I already have enough to learn; I don't want to take another history class.

"Alright! Then young master, take your time reading."

However, it's best to choose one before returning home, as this will save some study time.

Aaron was amused and gave Jeans a thumbs up, "There aren't many teachers as dedicated as you these days."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Am I complimenting you?

Jeans smiled but remained silent. As long as I wasn't embarrassed, it was others who would be.

Aaron knew the Butler was a master of feigning ignorance, so after glancing at him, he opened the shop and began his work for the day.

The materials store clerk had prepared everything last night. It's easy for him to be the boss; he just needs to sell goods and collect money based on customers' needs and preferences.

Actually, the boss doesn't need to do this personally; any employee can sit back and make money.

But Aaron liked to stay at the counter during his time there. Firstly, as the boss, he could feel a sense of participation, and secondly, dealing with all kinds of customers every day was a pleasure.

However, he was rather unenthusiastic today. After sitting for less than an hour, he left the work to Jeans with a resentful expression and went out shopping with Abei.

Jeans sighed, expressing his complete understanding.

After all, he has eight hours of classes waiting for him in the afternoon, so it would be really problematic if he could maintain the same mood as before.

It's perfectly fine to relax a bit before classes officially start.

As for whether Aaron would complain about life or even give up on himself, Jeans wasn't worried at all.

He had watched his young master grow up, so his adaptability was exceptionally strong. Four subjects were nothing to him; for a genius, they were just a spice in life.

Besides, even if Aaron is truly unreliable, the two bodyguards responsible for secretly protecting him will not turn a blind eye, and no accidents will occur.

His Butler and uncle would also try to guide Aaron when he was teaching him. He was a professional teacher, so Aaron's holidays might not be easy, but he wouldn't have any psychological pressure either.

With several layers of protection, there's absolutely no chance of anything going wrong.

However, Aaron's heart was much larger than he had imagined.

Once he was out of Jeans ' sight after leaving the store, he changed his expression, stretched casually, and openly began to play with the dragon.

First, he greeted some of his old neighbors and told them that he was on holiday.

During this time, he bought two boxes of ice cream for Abei as snacks at Florean Ice Cream Parlour, read some storybooks at Flourish and Blotts, and ordered two larger Warlock robes from Madam Malkin.

More than two hours later, he arrived at Ollivanders Wand Shop.

"Of course, this signboard still looks a bit out of place; it's too old." Aaron murmured, shaking his head as he pushed open the shop door and went inside.

The doorbell rang automatically, but Ollivander did not appear, presumably not in the store.

Aaron sat down at his desk, letting out a sigh of relief.

As he strolled around outside, he vaguely sensed two people closely following him. He knew without a doubt that they were there to monitor him—no, to protect him.

He knew of these people's existence before, but he couldn't sense them at all. It was only after becoming Magus that he gained a tiny bit of awareness of them.

Even this little bit of perception was quite weak. These people had been protecting him closely for so many years that they were so familiar with him that he was able to find a slight flaw.

Aaron is now certain that these people are really strong; he wouldn't be a match for any one of them.

Moreover, their methods of concealment were exceptionally sophisticated, clearly demonstrating professional training. The fact that no one noticed their presence for over two hours is sufficient proof of this.

It was estimated that after the incident, the two bodyguards would report his itinerary to Jeans, which was very annoying, but he could do nothing about it.

Fortunately, Ollivanders Wand Shop was a loophole.

Just as he thought, this was his great-uncle's territory, and as long as they knew their place, they wouldn't trespass.

Moreover, they didn't need to worry about Aaron's safety inside the shop. As long as there wasn't any major disturbance, they could only obediently guard outside.

For the first time, Aaron felt he had these loyal guardians under his control. His first victory was absolutely cause for celebration and jubilation. He would have to treat them to a good meal afterward to make up for it.

On a whim, Aaron moved his fingers, and a pale white light flashed across his index finger.

He learned the skill of Wandless Casting a long time ago, but he had hardly ever used it because Wand were indeed much more convenient.

However, two sentences from Vico said in the Secret Chamber last night bothered him: Wand is also a kind of magical weapon, and Magical Energy is the true power of Warlock.

Weapons are important, but even the most important weapons are still external things.

Aaron thought it would be good to add another course to his curriculum during the holidays, one that would allow him to achieve the same effect as using Wand without actually using Wand.

This is extremely difficult, no less so than fighting yourself, fully armed, with your bare hands.

But undeniably, only by achieving this can one be considered a truly powerful Warlock.

Before the invention of the Wand, Warlock who reached the pinnacle of their craft without any external aids were truly one in a million geniuses.

The geniuses of that era are not even in the same league as the geniuses of today. Giving them a Wand would be an absolute crushing victory for those of the same level, and they could even turn the tables and kill those of higher level opponents.

Aaron knew his own limitations; he knew it would take him a considerable amount of time to reach that point.

But who told him to cheat? He should at least avoid taking a few detours!

As if in response to this idea, all the drawers on the shop shelves began to vibrate slightly, and thousands of Wand seemed to be strongly attracted, eager to fly out.

Aaron then noticed that the white light on his fingers was not dissipating. This unconscious act of emitting Magical Energy was like a signal sent by Warlock choosing Wand for the first time: I need a Wand.

He was once recognized by all the Wand, and I never expected him to come back again today.

Although he was quite excited, he immediately withdrew his magic and suppressed the commotion.

After all, there are two people guarding the shop outside. If they rush in while they're worried, things will get really messy.

Once it happens the first time, there will be a second, a third...

In this way, Ollivanders Wand Shop would gradually lose its protective function for him, and he didn't want to be constantly monitored outside, without even a place to breathe.

Jingle!

The doorbell rang again.

Ollivander, with his full head of silver hair, walked in and gave Aaron, who was sitting at his desk, a kind smile.

"Long time no see, Uncle." Aaron waved his hand. "Did you miss me?"

"If you're ever free, you can come and help me run the shop," Ollivander said with a smile. "If you're interested, you can also study Wand -making techniques with me."

"This..."

"What? You don't want to?"

"Yes, of course I'm willing. Who doesn't know that Ollivander's Wand is the most powerful?"

"But I'll probably be very busy this holiday, so I don't think I'll have much time."

I think so too.

"But that's alright, Jeans just spoke to me and said that Wand making could also be included in your course options."

Aaron:...