I Must Not Tell Lies, Light and Dark Element Magic Books

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Harry Potter walked heavily toward Umbridge's office.

He had also visited the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor's office several times. Lockhart's office was filled with various portraits of him, Lupin's office was filled with all sorts of strange Magical Creatures, and the Fake Moody's office was filled with all sorts of magical tools.

Umbridge, on the other hand, completely transformed the office, covering everything with lace tablecloths and tablecloths, and hanging plates of all sizes on the walls, each containing a cat of a different breed.

"Divine Punishment, you'll have to copy some sentences, Mr. Potter."

Harry breathed a slight sigh of relief. It was just copying sentences, which wasn't too difficult compared to punishments like patrolling the Forbidden Forest at night or cleaning the Trophy Room.

Harry was about to take out his quill when Umbridge stopped him.

"No, not your quill, you need a pen I made specially," Umbridge said, then placed a long, sharp black quill in front of him. "Now, I want you to write ' I must not tell lies.'"

How many times should it be written?

"Well..." Umbridge murmured, "That sentence is deeply imprinted in my mind."

"You didn't give me any ink," Harry said.

"You don't need ink." Umbridge turned her face away, her lips curving upwards, looking like she wanted to laugh but dared not.

Harry didn't mind; it was normal for a magic pen not to need ink.

He picked up the pen and began to write on the parchment. It was indeed a magic pen, capable of writing in bright red ink even without ink.

"Hiss!"

Harry suddenly gasped in pain as the words ' I must not tell lies ' written on the parchment appeared as if carved into the back of his hand.

But those bright red wounds healed rapidly within a second, as if they had never occurred.

Now he understood why the pen had run out of ink: ink was the blood of the pen's user.

He had underestimated Umbridge's kindness; she was far more perverse, insane, and cruel than he had imagined. This was undoubtedly the most dangerous and painful confinement he had ever experienced.

Writing sentences? It's more accurate to say bleeding.

"What's wrong?" Umbridge blinked at him innocently.

Harry, gritting his teeth against the pain, stubbornly said, "It's nothing."

"That's right." Umbridge smiled smugly and asked meaningfully, "Because you know very well that you do deserve to be punished."

"Is that right, Mr. Potter?"

Harry didn't answer; he knew Umbridge was laughing at him.

He showed no weakness, silently writing "I must not tell lies" on the paper again and again. Bright red bloodstains kept appearing, healing, reappearing, and healing on the back of his hand in a cycle.

Harry Potter didn't admit his mistake or humbly submit, which disappointed Umbridge a little, but she didn't take it to heart.

This is only the first day, so it's expected that he can handle it.

But this confinement will last for a week, and she will definitely teach Harry Potter a lesson he will never forget.

I believe that in a week, the words "I must not tell lies" will be etched on the back of his hand, and he will have to think twice before spreading those rumors about the resurrection of the Dark Lord.

Sunday, early morning.

Aaron Sign-in as usual, and then prepared to take Abei to the Great Hall for breakfast.

But as soon as they reached the lounge, Draco reminded them, "There's a package for you here."

"A package?" Aaron was taken aback for a moment, but then he perked up immediately.

He strode over to Draco and saw a neatly arranged square package on the table. He couldn't contain his joy.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, somewhat puzzled. "I've never seen you so happy before."

"What do you know?" Aaron said. "Four months! I've suffered for four whole months, and now that I've seen a glimmer of hope, am I not allowed to be happy for once?"

Draco's lips twitched slightly, but this was probably Aaron's private matter, so he didn't press further.

What did your uncle give you?

"Knowledge, the knowledge I want." Aaron revealed a profound smile, then, with excitement and slightly trembling hands, opened the package.

As expected, there was a wooden box inside.

In addition, there was a note: Young Master, I have successfully completed my mission. I persuaded you with reason and emotion and finally got what you wanted.

Aaron smiled slightly, and crimson flames bloomed at his fingertips, instantly burning the note to ashes.

Jeans did not disappoint him; his efficiency was even higher than he had expected.

What he said before the start of the semester was indeed from the heart. Four consecutive days of practicing Elemental Magic arrays had indeed made him a little annoyed, but he couldn't give up Elemental Magic just because he was annoyed. He was just grumbling a bit.

But to everyone's surprise, Jeans got things done in just one week, persuading the ancestor Weihert to teach him magic.

Draco tried to open the wooden box, but as soon as his hand approached, a blood-red Magic Array appeared on the box, forcing him back several steps.

"What is this thing?" Draco exclaimed in shock.

"You can think of it as a special kind of lock. It contains the secrets of the Gaius family, and it's not so easy for outsiders to open," Aaron explained, then pricked his finger under Draco's gaze.

A drop of blood fell onto the wooden box, the Magic Array slowly disappeared, and the wooden box shattered into wood chips.

"This is... Vanishing Charm?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron almost stumbled, speechless. "This has absolutely nothing to do with the Vanishing Charm."

After cleaning away the sawdust, a small wooden box appeared in the package.

Aaron's face twitched slightly as he looked at the extra brown wooden box. "Wortefa! Where did this nesting doll go?"

Draco barely managed to suppress a laugh. "There's another note inside."

"I saw it." Aaron picked up the note, but it wasn't written by Jeans; it was written for him by Weihert, and it only had two simple sentences on it:

If you're really ready to die, then open this box. Inside are two types of magic you haven't learned before.

However, I want to remind you to be mentally prepared.

"Nonsense." Aaron smiled dismissively. They'd come this far, and you think you can make him give up with just a few words? No way.

"I won't eat breakfast, and don't bother me before noon," Aaron said, then picked up his suitcase and returned to his dormitory.

Aaron placed the wooden crate on the table and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

But just as he was about to open it, all sorts of colorful Magic Array appeared on it.

Five Forbidden Elemental Magic Array— water, fire, wind, earth, and lightning—are inscribed on the five sides of the box.

Countless Magic Array, ranging from low-level to high-level, intertwined like chains, forming five intricate locks with the Forbidden Magic Array, securing the box tightly.

"Heh!" Aaron shook his head, rubbing his forehead. "Is it really necessary to play me like this?"

This was definitely the work of Weihert. Jeans couldn't have created those Forbidden Magic Array, let alone this insane security lock.

This meant he had to solve the puzzles one by one, from easy to difficult. If he made a mistake, the Magic Array would turn the contents of the box into powder, which was even more thrilling than defusing a bomb.

Defusing a bomb only requires cutting one wire, but he had to cut countless wires.

But as frustrating as I am, I still have to open this lock!

"Abei, give me the things."

Holy Dragon nodded, rummaged through his pockets for a while, and took out a bottle of Soothing Agent.

This Potions can calm and relieve anxiety. After making it in Potions Class, Aaron didn't hesitate to pack up a portion, and unexpectedly, he ended up using it today.

After taking a large gulp of the Soothing Agent and a few deep breaths, Aaron finally threw himself into the tedious task.

He didn't leave his desk for the entire morning.

He had a huge stack of draft paper, and various Elemental Magic of different attributes were imprinted on the corresponding positions. He had also used up most of his Magical Energy before he could barely open the box.

Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead. In just a few hours, he had come to understand the greatness of the locksmith profession, but he also understood how difficult it was to be a locksmith.

"Now comes the exciting moment." Aaron rubbed his hands together, his initial excitement turning into trepidation.

However, his anxiety vanished instantly upon opening the wooden box, replaced by an urge to curse, because inside was an even smaller rectangular brocade box.

But he quickly calmed down, realizing that it was indeed just an ordinary brocade box, and there was no intention to continue nesting dolls.

Aaron opened the brocade box and the first thing he saw was a letter. Underneath the envelope were two ancient magic books.

The letter flew up as soon as the brocade box was opened. It looked around for a moment before slowly splitting open like a mouth.

"It seems it has been opened." Weihert's voice came from the letter. "It didn't disappoint me. To be able to do this, you must at least be Holy Magus."

"Holy Magus? Who do you think you are?" Aaron thought to himself. That was just a small goal for him right now, which he could achieve in three to five years at most.

"However, I still hope you can think it over carefully and not waste unnecessary energy on other things," the envelope continued. "I can understand feeling bored; it's only natural."

"But you've spent four years perfecting your Elemental Magic array to its current level; you can't possibly spend another four years learning something else!"

After saying that, the mouth on the envelope spat out a ball of flame, burning itself to ashes.

"Stop nagging!" Aaron said irritably, then eagerly opened the spellbook.

One book is about Light Magic, which records everything from low-level Magic Array to Forbidden Magic Array, including the structure of stars, the patterns of array diagrams, and the proportion of Magical Energy transferred.

The other book is about Dark Magic, and its content is similar to that of Light Magic.

"Good heavens, this is really good heavens." A bitter smile appeared on Aaron's lips. He thought he could have a change of pace, but he didn't expect it to be Elemental Magic, and it seemed to be even more difficult to learn than the other five.

He wanted to take a different path, not make the path he was on more thorny.

"Master," Abei pointed to the brocade box, "There are more things inside."

"Call!"

Aaron's mood recovered somewhat.

I knew my ancestors cared about me. But then again, they always give a reward after the first time they catch a fish. They wouldn't treat their own descendants like this!

But the box didn't contain the magic book; instead, it contained a blank parchment.

Aaron picked up the knife and frowned slightly. "Show yourself quickly."

Quickly, a line of words appeared:

Congratulations on making your choice. However, you'll need to practice two more Elemental Magic during your future holidays.

Damn it!

Several clear black lines appeared on Aaron's forehead, and he slumped into the chair, tears welling up in his eyes.

Old ginger is spicier! At this moment, he had to admit that he had been narrow-minded.

He thought that entrusting the matter to Jeans would ensure everything was in order, but to his surprise, Weihert directly gave him two kinds of Elemental Magic.

Actually, it wasn't a complete loss. He didn't mind learning more; light and dark elements were more advanced than water, fire, earth, wind, and lightning.

But the note that followed hit his heart like a hammer blow. Before, his ancestor Weihert had reduced him to only five elements, but afterward, he would probably have seven.

"From a complete thrashing to a brutal thrashing, what am I trying to achieve?" Aaron chuckled self-deprecatingly, his fear of those old guys growing even stronger.

His current skill level is still too low; he can't compare to those veteran players who have lived a long time.

Aaron's stomach suddenly growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten yet!

However, breakfast time had already ended, so he could only go to the Divine Thunder Hall to cook for himself and hand over the two magic books to the Thought Form.

After passing through a long tunnel, Aaron arrived at his secret base.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the aroma of roasted meat wafted over, making his mouth water.

"Good afternoon." The Thought Form put a silver bullet refined from a celestial body into a wooden box, while in the kitchen, four Shadow Ninja were diligently cooking a piece of beef.

"My enchanting skills need improvement, but if I have enough time and materials, I'm confident I can achieve four enchantments before the end of this academic year," the Thought Form said to itself. "But after four enchantments, there will be a watershed moment. To achieve five enchantments, it will probably take two or three years of accumulation. Moreover, higher-level enchantments require more effort and there is a possibility of failure."

"I know that." Aaron walked into the kitchen and unceremoniously cut himself a plate of roast meat.

"Hey! I haven't eaten breakfast yet!" the Thought Form said speechlessly.

"I haven't eaten either!"

"Fine, I'll just add another pair of chopsticks. I won't miss your mouth."

Abei hurriedly flapped his wings and flew up, making his presence known to the Thought Form.

The glistening saliva was still drooling at the corner of his mouth; it was hard for him not to notice.

"Tsk! If it's you, then it's not just about having an extra pair of chopsticks." The Thought Form said with a wry smile, "But it's okay, the current food reserves should last until Summer Holiday."

"Summer Holiday?" Aaron was taken aback. "Do we need to replenish our food supplies?"

"Otherwise what? If we don't replenish our resources for a long time, we'll eventually run out of money."

Aaron nodded thoughtfully, then turned his gaze to Abei, who was happily devouring a piece of meat, and silently made a decision in his heart.