Early Retirement, and a Murderer Escaped from Prison

Argus threw the Heart of Lonely Mountain into the furnace, where the Arkenstone underwent some transformation at temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees Celsius.

"Hmm... it might take a little longer, which gives you a good opportunity to collect other materials."

Aaron nodded slowly, then headed towards the seventh Chamber of Secrets.

As soon as he stepped into the Chamber of Secrets, Weihert, his face full of relief, strode up to him and said, "I knew you would come back safely."

"I almost didn't make it back alive."

"That interests me," Weihert said thoughtfully, looking at Aaron. "He's gotten quite strong."

"Can you tell my current strength?" Aaron asked nervously. He hadn't brought the Demon Sealing Ring this time, nor had he separated his Thought Form; he hadn't made any attempt to conceal his true strength.

Weihert hesitated for a moment, then nodded blankly.

"If you don't look closely, you really won't notice. He's High-level Archmage, just one step away from becoming Grand Archmage."

What did you experience in that other world?

"That's my own secret, I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine, don't say if you don't want to." Weihert curled his lips and said with a playful tone, "Are you interested in fighting me again? I can suppress my strength to the level of a mid-level Archmage."

Aaron waved his hand decisively in refusal. Having been thoroughly humiliated once, he had learned his lesson and would never fall into the same trap twice.

"What a pity, I was hoping to teach you some more advanced magic!"

"Heh!" Aaron rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. "I can't even cast advanced Elemental Magic instantly right now, and I've hardly ever used ultimate Magic Array. Even if you taught me, I wouldn't have time to learn!"

"Not bad." Weihert raised an eyebrow, satisfied. "You know you shouldn't aim too high."

Aaron shrugged; he'd always preferred to be down-to-earth.

The reason why the Grand Archmage didn't immediately use Magic Points to improve his strength is also for this reason: no matter how good the hardware is, if the software can't keep up, it's just an empty shell.

"Ancestor, do you think Dumbledore can see through my current strength?"

"I won't shy away from your attitude. I can sense you up close, unless you break through to the level of a Grand Archmage."

Upon hearing this, Aaron felt a slight ripple in his heart and silently made a decision: he would have to wear the Demon Sealing Ring when he wasn't using the Thought Form.

We need to play it safe and develop stealthily, then surprise that old codger.

"Understood. I'll talk to Ancestor Flor first. If nothing unexpected happens, I won't come here before the start of the semester."

"I understand." Weihert gave him a knowing look, "I recommend the Diate Library. Some of our ancestors recorded their stories there."

You can take a look at it; it's good for broadening your horizons and relaxing.

"I'm more interested in the magic records there." Aaron chuckled awkwardly, then turned and walked into the twenty-eighth Chamber of Secrets.

"Ancestor Flor, your beloved descendant has returned."

Flor's memories were summoned, and he looked Aaron up and down, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. "Looks like you've had a good haul."

"I guess so! We fought a major war that affected the safety of the world."

"I helped the righteous side win this war." Aaron scratched his head sheepishly, "Although I don't think they would have lost even without me."

"But having you will save many lives," Flor said meaningfully. "Isn't that right?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, then gave Flor a thumbs up. "I knew you were a psychology expert, ancestor. I hadn't even said a word before you gave me this dose of chicken soup for the soul."

"It seems you're mentally healthy." Flor chuckled self-deprecatingly. "That puts my mind at ease."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I won't be coming to see you before the start of the semester."

"Right now, what you need most is to relax. It's really not appropriate for you to be with us teachers."

If you're feeling bored, you can check out the Diate Library; it contains many interesting records that might be helpful.

Aaron frowned slightly, sensing that there was something more to what Weihert and Flor had said.

But he didn't care much; living in the moment was the most important thing.

After leaving the Chamber of Secrets, Aaron took Abei to his Small Shop in Diagon Alley.

Jeans followed closely behind him, with two other bodyguards also secretly following. However, he understood that after running away from home several times, these people were now very easily frightened.

In other words, his strength is still somewhat lacking now, but in another year or two, these people will be unable to control him.

For a whole week, Aaron seemed to have entered into retirement life ahead of schedule.

Aside from collecting money when the shop closes at night, he spends the rest of his time either shopping or chatting and laughing with other shop owners, and occasionally playing chess with his great-uncle at Ollivanders Wand Shop.

The place with the most shady characters is the Leaky Cauldron. It's a melting pot of all sorts of people, but you can find out almost all the latest news about the Warlock world there.

"Lying down is so pleasant!" Aaron was leisurely reading the newspaper in the store. Next to him was a neatly dressed Young Dragon. Surprisingly, the Young Dragon had a straw in its mouth, and a large bottle of milk was visibly decreasing as it sucked on it.

"Young Master, don't you get bored resting like this?" Jeans said with a wry smile. "You're still young, it's the perfect time for you to learn and grow."

"Hehe! I'm only fourteen this year, no, I should be thirteen."

What were you doing when you were thirteen?

"The old patriarch had me learn about Muggle knowledge and the history of the Magic World."

Aaron:...

Holy crap! The elite of the Butler world!

"Ahem! It's not that I don't understand the concept of 'inch' (a type of slang term).

"I killed at least four figures of enemies in another world, and I need a lively and peaceful environment to dissipate the anger in my heart," Aaron said seriously. "Besides, lying down doesn't mean giving up; normal training will resume starting tomorrow."

Jeans immediately felt relieved. "I'll start making the timetable right away."

"There's no need for that," Aaron said hastily. "I'll arrange it myself."

"Is the young master sure?"

"Of course, but there's no need to trouble the ancestors."

I will go to Diate's library by myself, and I will also refresh my Magic Array proficiency level myself.

As for swordsmanship, I probably won't train anymore, but I'm still somewhat interested in firearms.

Besides these, I also explore the other Secret Chamber in the family compound—for fishing, painting, skiing, music, woodblock printing, and so on—just for leisure and entertainment.

"Ah... well, it's not that it's impossible," Jeans stammered, "It just doesn't feel quite right."

"What's wrong with it?" Aaron said seriously. "My mother said that I can do whatever I want during the holidays before school starts. You can't stop me even if I lie in bed all day."

"Alright! I'll listen to the young master."

"You should have listened to me anyway." Aaron pursed his lips, turned a page of the newspaper, and a photograph came into view.

Looking at the haggard, dirty, and disheveled man inside with a ferocious expression, Aaron couldn't help but gasp.

"Holy crap! Hasn't this guy been taken back to Azkaban yet?"

"Although Sirius Black was imprisoned for ten years, his fundamental qualities are still there."

A Warlock was determined to evade the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, and it wouldn't be easy to catch him anytime soon.

"What a talent!" Aaron said with a faint smile. "How did he come up with the idea of a sudden prison break?"

"Is the young master interested?"

"This is a current political hot topic, and everyone is interested." Aaron looked at the photo in the newspaper, focusing on Sirius Black Black's melancholy eyes. "His mental state is unstable, but his goals are clear."

Logically, if he were imprisoned in Azkaban, he would have escaped long ago; there's no reason why it's been dragged on for ten years.

And how did he escape? Was there anyone to help him? These questions remain unanswered.

"Perhaps it has something to do with Voldemort," Jeans guessed. "There are rumors that Sirius Black is Voldemort's most loyal servant, and that he was released from prison specifically to seek revenge on Harry Potter."

"I don't think so." Aaron picked up Abei, slammed the shop door shut with one hand, and said as he walked away, "If he wanted to take revenge on Harry, he could have done so before Ha Yang even came into contact with magic. There was no need for him to suffer for ten years, not to mention that he didn't put up any resistance when he was captured."

"Young Master is truly quick-witted; I hadn't even thought of that."

Aaron stopped and rolled his eyes at Jeans.

He knew his all-powerful Butler all too well; there was nothing he could not have Jeans, and he could even have thought of a few more things. It was just that he was not very willing to think about such trivial matters.

Instead of going home via Floo Powder, the two planned to enter Crossroads through the Leaky Cauldron Cross Street, where there was a car that Aaron had decided to use to practice his driving skills.

However, as soon as I entered the Leaky Cauldron, a short, chubby man came over with a warm smile on his face.

"Mr. Jeans, what a coincidence to see you here." Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge said excitedly, "And of course, Aaron Gaius. Dumbledore than once that there is a very outstanding student at Hogwarts."

"I think that's obvious. The heirs of the Gaius family have always been synonymous with excellence."

Aaron and Jeans exchanged glances. They didn't like the Minister for Magic, but they couldn't bring themselves to say anything to kick him out.

"Minister, what brings you here?" Jeans asked politely.

"Find someone," Fudge whispered. "Harry Potter."

"What do you want with him?" Aaron frowned slightly. "Besides, if you were looking for him, you should be on Privet Drive."

"Uh... Mr. Gaius, your student has done a little bit of a disservice," Fudge said somewhat embarrassedly. "He blew up his aunt's sister into a balloon, and many people saw it."

"This matter isn't a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either. It certainly doesn't warrant your personal involvement as Minister for Magic, does it?" Aaron said pointedly. "There aren't many people who are connected to Harry Potter and would warrant the Minister for Magic's involvement. Dumbledore or Voldemort?"

Upon hearing the name Voldemort, Fudge couldn't help but shudder. He forced a smile and said, "It's not directly related to that person, but a murderer has escaped from prison."

Aaron:...