"Energy Whip for ranged attacks, Ring of Lagadool for close combat, Finite Incantatem to dispel magic or anomalies... That makes you half a melee mage." Aaron smiled thoughtfully. "It's a pity you've only scratched the surface of the Patronus Charm. Otherwise, you could make up for your weakness in defense."
"Can't you teach me some simpler defensive magic?" Rogue said with a resentful look. "The Patronus Charm is really hard!"
"The Ring of Lagadool can also be used as a magical shield. It's just less effective."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "So what magic should I learn next?"
"Portals."
"What?" Rogue froze for a moment. "You're not joking, are you?"
"Do you think you're that strong?" Aaron curled his lip, his tone full of disdain. "At your current level, you'd only be average at Kamar-Taj. At best, you're a little better than the errand runners."
"Still much stronger than ordinary people."
"Yes, I won't deny that.
But as long as you haven't shed your identity as a Mutant, the people you face won't be ordinary people. At the very least, they'll be fully armed armies." Aaron poked her forehead in frustration. "You're still a flower in a greenhouse. You haven't experienced the cruelty of war, but that day will come sooner or later.
If you aren't strong enough... you'll witness many people die."
Hearing that, Rogue pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "I've already been working very hard."
"But your mindset isn't right.
Ever since you joined the Mutant Academy, you entered a warm harbor.
As the days passed, you grew used to being protected, and your guard gradually lowered.
Especially when the other Mutants were still learning to control and train their mutant abilities, you had already become a mage. That gave you a certain sense of superiority.
That's dangerous.