Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Harry, who was almost going moldy in the medical wing, was finally allowed to leave.

As soon as he was released from the hospital, Harry immediately found Ron and Hermione.

"Ron, Hermione, Colin has been petrified." Harry said anxiously.

"Perhaps we need to find out who the Heir of Slytherin is."

Hermione suggested, though she had completely forgotten the lesson of last year.

"Malfoy, it had to be him, he was shouting that word loudly on Halloween."

Ron suddenly remembered a detail and suggested,

"Perhaps Goyle and Crabbe know something and we can trick them into telling us something."

"But they are not that stupid. Maybe there are other ways. But I have to remind you that this is very difficult and will violate at least fifty school rules."

Hermione thought of a solution and said it with a frown.

"Maybe we can ask the almighty Aiden?" Ron's mind began to light up again.

So the trio began looking for Aiden on campus.

Last night, after a busy night, Aiden was now hiding on the rooftop to catch up on his sleep.

The sun was shining brightly at this moment, and the breeze gently caressed Aiden's delicate cheeks, as if a naughty fairy was offering him a gift.

The quiet rooftop is a great place to catch up on some sleep. If it weren’t for school, Aiden would even want to spread his wings and bask in the sun on his scales.

But this peace was soon broken. With a bang, the door to the rooftop was pushed open.

After some searching, the three little wizards finally learned from Oliver where Aiden was and hurried over.

Because he sensed Ron's mental fluctuations, Aiden, who was in a daze, did not leave immediately.

The three of them broke into the rooftop and immediately saw the elves on the platform surrounded by the breeze.

"Aiden..." Hermione was about to wake Aiden up when she saw the silver-white dragon horns on his head.

The little Gryffindor witch couldn't resist the urge and reached out to touch it.

Harry also took the opportunity to touch it. The silver-white horn was small and cute, and felt a little cold and sharp.

Aiden finally opened his eyes after noticing his horn being touched. His hazy, heterochromatic eyes revealed laziness.

"It's you three, what's going on?" Aiden stretched.

"Aiden...you, head?" Hermione was a little confused and forgot about the important matter for a moment.

"Oh, about this, let Ron explain it to you."

Aiden glanced at Ron casually. Ron knew that look too well and his hair stood on end.

“Well, this is inherited from the Aiden family. You know, wizards always have some strange talents, right?

Don't worry about it, we have something serious to discuss with Aiden, right?"

Ron hastily changed the subject, waking Harry up.

"Yes, Aiden, we believe that Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin. We want to get information from Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione said there is a difficult way. Can you help us?"

There was a pleading look in Harry's eyes as Hermione helped him finish his plan.

"Well, we plan to use Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate Slytherin and extract information from Malfoy. Then, we can prove that he is the heir and kick him out of the school."

Hermione clenched her fists, as if she was about to throw a punch any second.

"That's a good idea. Tell me, what difficulties did you encounter?"

Aiden looked at the trio and tried his best to use his abilities to suppress the smile in his heart.

"We don't have the formula for Polyjuice Potion, and we have unknown ingredients and don't know where to get them."

Hermione told Aiden about the difficulties in her plan.

After hearing this, Aiden took out a book from his pocket and handed it to Hermione.

"Powerful potion, you should have gone to the restricted area to find this stuff. As for the materials, you have to figure it out on your own." Aiden's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

"Look, Aiden's pockets are full of everything," Ron whispered to Harry.

"That would be wonderful." Harry fell into a strange fantasy.

The three men hurried away with the books, leaving Aiden alone on the rooftop.

"It's really tiring to be your savior, Professor."

Without even turning his head, Aiden pointed out a certain principal hiding in the dark.

"Maybe it's not mine, but the entire British wizarding world's."

Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged from the air.

"That's hard enough, why put the burden on the children?"

There is no emotion in Aiden's eyes, which is a unique self-control of the audience approach.

"What about you, child? Who has put such a burden on you?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a trace of heartache.

"No one, Professor, no one..."

......

Aiden said goodbye to Dumbledore and came down from the rooftop.

Met Arthursi who led a group of sisters.

Aiden: “…”

Since Arthursie gained the ability of the audience, she quickly wove an intelligence network within Hogwarts.

With the help of this intelligence network, Aiden can obtain more in-depth information than Dumbledore. After all, simple surveillance cannot reveal the secrets hidden in people's hearts.

"Okay, girls, I have something to do. Let's talk next time." Arthursie dismissed the girls around her.

After a while, Arthur came over.

"Oh, my dear Master Prewett, you are so good at remembering your poor companion."

Ashley teased, her face full of amusement, yet there was still a gap between the audience.

"Okay, Arthursie, I have something important to discuss with you." Aiden did not indulge Arthursie in her mischief.

"Look, you asked me before how to ensure the loyalty of new members joining my organization."

Aiden pulled out a note and handed it to her.

"Once you have selected a suitable member, have him recite this prayer."

Arthur took the note and read its contents carefully.

"I am an outsider who does not belong to this world, the great ruler of the sea of ​​consciousness, the gray dragon that controls the mind. I voluntarily join the Dusk Hermits, abide by the truth, and work tirelessly for the coexistence of wizards and ordinary people."

Arthursie recited the oath on the note, and then a huge force swept over her.

Arsenault could feel himself being marked by an unspeakable behemoth.

"What is that?" Arthur's voice trembled a little.

Aiden smiled slightly, and the whole person seemed extremely unreal.

"The Dragon of the Heart."

"Well, don't worry about that. With the guarantee, you can expand the number of people in the Dusk Hermit Society."

Aiden changed the subject and at the same time released some comfort to Arthursi.

"Okay, do you have any requirements for the personnel?" asked Arthuri.

"Let me think about character, strength, and agreement with our philosophy." Aiden simply summarized some requirements.

"Seems a bit picky." Arthursie frowned.

"You have to know what kind of dangers we will encounter in the process of achieving our goals. If we get involved with a just playing house mentality, it would be murder." Aiden shrugged.

"Okay, I'll look for the right person," said Arthur.

"By the way, the next Duel Association event is about to begin. You can remember some of the people in it and try to recruit them." Aiden winked at Arthuri.

"Dueling Association event, who and where?"

Arthur was about to ask a question, but when she looked up, Aiden had already disappeared from her sight.

"Aiden Prewett," a gritted voice echoed down the corridor.