Going Home-No One's Stopping Me from Taking It Easy

Inside the Gaius family's Secret Chamber, the World Tree exuded a mysterious aura, and the countless stars connected to it twinkled continuously, making the entire Secret Chamber shine with starlight, as if welcoming the king's return.

The space trembled, and the colorful portal suddenly opened. Abei, who was dozing here, instantly opened his eyes wide, all sleepiness gone.

As soon as Aaron stepped out of the portal, a large, fleshy, brown ball of flesh pounced into his arms, almost knocking him back.

"Master, you're finally back." Abei's eyes were filled with tears as he rubbed his face against Aaron's.

"Good boy, good boy." Aaron patted its head with satisfaction, then picked it up. "You've lost a little weight. Looks like you haven't been eating well while I was away!"

"Young Master," Jeans said as he entered the Secret Chamber, "Welcome home."

Aaron nodded slightly. "You arrived just in time!"

Jeans gave a faint smile, offered no explanation, and simply pulled open his sleeve.

Seeing that the family crest on his arm was slowly fading, Aaron suddenly realized that the Gaius Family probably knew he had returned.

"Young Master, the bathroom is ready for you, and the kitchen is preparing your lunch on time..."

"I don't need any of that. I ate and drank my fill before I got home," Aaron interrupted impatiently. "Where are my parents? Why didn't they come?"

Jeans hesitated, wanting to say something but swallowing it back.

"They're not home again, are they!"

Never mind, I shouldn't have asked you that question.

Uncle Jeans, how long have I been gone?

"Not for half a month."

Aaron nodded slightly. This amount of time was neither too long nor too short.

Carrying Abei into the living room, he sprawled out on the sofa like Ge You, feeling completely relaxed.

"Young master, how was your trip?"

"That's exciting." Aaron curled his lip. "I stayed in that world for half a year. I don't want to go into details, and you shouldn't ask any more questions."

Jeans wisely suppressed his curiosity, knowing that his young master must have had a wondrous journey that would completely transform his mindset.

Now that the young master has returned home, what he needs most is not a welcome feast, nor praise and flowers, but to adjust his mindset, or more broadly, to adjust his worldview.

"Has anything happened while I was away?"

"There was a letter from Hogwarts that third-year students could visit Hogsmeade Village on certain weekends, and the head of the household and his wife signed the permission form before leaving."

Mr. Arthur of the Weasley family won the Daily Prophet's grand prize, and he organized a seven-week family trip to Egypt.

"This is quite a windfall," Aaron said with interest. "But given the Weasley family' frugal lifestyle, this amount of money is more than enough, and there's even some to spare."

"Also, young master, one of the courses you need next semester is ' The Moste Potente Potions.' This book is a bit special; you need to sort it out before you can open it, or it will bite you."

"Okay, is there anything else besides these?"

"Yes." Jeans smiled. "Today is July 31st, Harry Potter's birthday. Young master, would you like to give him a gift?"

"This needs to be arranged properly." Aaron tapped the armrest. "Giving money is too vulgar, and besides, money won't get into his hands. If we give him a magic book, his aunt and uncle will probably just burn it as firewood."

He likes Quidditch, how about we get him a set of Flying Broomstick maintenance tools?

"I'll arrange it right away."

"Wait a minute," Aaron stopped him, "His aunt and uncle won't let him touch his Magic Broom. Let's prepare a test paper for his cousin instead!"

"What?"

Didn't you hear me?

"No, I heard you right, but is this really appropriate?" Jeans asked, puzzled. "It Harry Potter's birthday, and we're giving his cousin a present?"

"I didn't say to give it directly." Aaron explained casually, "I'll deliver this gift openly to the Dursley family' doorstep and have the teacher's autograph on it."

Knowledge changes destiny, the Dursleys certainly didn't want Harry to have the chance to change his destiny. They would leave the exam papers to their son, Harry's cousin.

The smile never faded; it simply transferred from Dudley Dursley's face to Harry Potter's.

Jeans's lips twitched; the young master's cunning had clearly increased in the past two weeks.

"It's clear."

"By the way, young master, about your remaining course schedule during the holiday..."

"Shut up," Aaron interrupted directly. "Don't mention any courses to me. You have no idea what I've been through in the past six months."

I'm so tired. I barely survived, all I want to do is rest and lie down peacefully.

"Uh... young master, let me finish what I have to say." Jeans gave an awkward laugh. "The head of the family instructed that you can use the rest of the holiday time as you please, whether you go to class or not depends on your mood."

Aaron paused for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

When he came to his senses, he excitedly jumped up from the sofa, and even felt an urge to cry.

Are you serious?

"Of course it's true." Jeans nodded. "This was specifically instructed by the head of the family and his wife. It's perfectly fine for the children to relax a bit when they're tired!"

Aaron wholeheartedly agreed; although he could only relax for a month, it would be enough to soothe his fragile heart.

However, lying down doesn't mean giving up. You can skip classes this holiday, but you still have to make time to meet with those ancestors.

The next day.

After finishing breakfast, Aaron planned to go to the Secret Chamber to visit his teachers and see their expressions upon seeing him.

Suddenly, a special news report came on television:

The public is reminded that Black is armed and extremely dangerous.

A dedicated hotline has been opened; anyone who sees Black should report it immediately...

"Black." Aaron looked at the image of a gaunt, haggard, curly-haired middle-aged man on the television screen and asked with some surprise, "Jeans, is this the Black I'm thinking of?"

"Yes, Sirius Black Black, son of Orion Black."

As Pure-blood nobleman, he possesses powerful magical talent. If he continues to work hard, he might even break through to become Grand Archmage at this age.

It's a pity he wasted his talent during the prime of his life, and then spent twelve years imprisoned in Azkaban, causing his strength to regress instead of improve.

"Pure-blood wizard!" Aaron sighed inexplicably. "What did he do wrong?"

"Thirteen Muggle were killed."

"What? Has he gone mad?"

"Perhaps!" Jeans shrugged. "When the Ministry of Magic arrested him, he burst into laughter on the spot and didn't even put up any resistance. He obediently followed them away."

However, Fudge's decision to use Muggle methods to issue a warrant for his arrest was truly a desperate measure.

"Muggle can't do anything to a Warlock, let alone Sirius Black, who is a powerful Warlock."

"Let the Ministry of Magic worry about it; this has nothing to do with me," Aaron said nonchalantly, then picked up Abei and headed toward the family's Secret Chamber.

Upon opening the door to the first Secret Chamber, Aaron found himself in the familiar forge.

With practiced ease, he placed his palm on the black stone pillar, and Argus's memories were summoned.

"Welcome home. How long have you been in that other world?"

"About six months."

"Not too long, not too short," Argus commented. "It's obvious you've grown a lot, both in appearance and in character."

"Thank you for the compliment." Aaron smiled knowingly. "Ancestor, I specifically sought you out today to ask you to forge a weapon for me."

"This is interesting. Did you think I wouldn't appreciate the weapons I crafted in my previous life?"

"No, I want a weapon of my own." Aaron said, taking out the Heart of Lonely Mountain. "The Heart of the Mountain was given to me by a friend from another world."

It's priceless; it would be beneath its value to merely display it. Therefore, I intend to forge it into a weapon.

"Not a bad idea." Argus stared intently at the Heart of Lonely Mountain, which was emitting a milky white light. "Excellent material, it would rank in the top twenty even in my collection."

"And this is only in the top twenty?"

"What do you think the Gaius family has accumulated over countless generations is?" Argus retorted. "This stone is very beautiful, but its only advantage besides its beauty is its hardness."

Aaron was somewhat disappointed and pouted, but he had nothing to say.

"However, that's only on the surface; this stone also has a special function."

For example, strong mental power, if used properly, can resist mental or Soul Stone attacks to a certain extent.

Aaron immediately became interested. "Looks like it's not all show and no substance after all!"

"You have two choices. The first is to have some gorgeous jewelry made and give it to your future wife..."

"I'll go with the second one." Aaron's lips twitched; he didn't understand why so many people cared about his life's most important event.

"The second is to forge a weapon according to your wishes."

However, there are three unsatisfactory options. First, craft a dagger; this stone will be barely enough.

Secondly, I can forge a sword for you. I can privately provide you with some materials and have someone else enchant it, ensuring it's no weaker than the one you used last year.

"And the third one?" Aaron asked impatiently.

"The third is to forge a Divine Artifact. But don't get too excited yet, this stone alone is far from enough."

Aaron clicked his tongue inwardly, remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Let's choose third place!"

"Have you thought this through? Forging Divine Artifact requires a lot of resources and a lot of time."

Personally, I hope you choose the second option; it will be of great help to you at this stage.

"Our current development is for the future!" Aaron exclaimed. "What resources are needed?"

"Rare ores, all kinds of magical materials, the more the better."

Aaron immediately revealed a smug smile, "Ancestor, what about your stockpile?"

"Impossible." Argus refused sternly. "If you choose the second option, I can pay a small price; the third option is fine."

"If you lose one-tenth of your inventory, what will happen to the Gaius Family's descendants?"

Aaron:...

You can't even part with one tenth of the ingredients?