Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Wake up, lazy dragon." Aiden felt someone calling him.

When I opened my eyes, the director's fox eyes were swaying in front of me.

"Haaaaaah!" Aiden yawned.

"Hehe, Long, I just cast a vote against you. How are you going to repay me?" The director's face was full of pride.

"I'll return you a ticket next time, okay?" Aiden responded casually.

"I don't want it." The director pouted, like a kid trying to get candy.

"Then what do you want?" Aiden, who has become immune, sits back and waits.

"When there's work to do, you come with me." The director narrowed his eyes, and the abacus beads were about to jump onto Aiden's face.

"Okay." Aiden nodded.

Then, the space stretched backwards, and in an instant, the director brought Aiden to the north tower of Hogwarts.

"That's in the East..." Aiden found a similar scene from his memory.

"They seem to call this thing the Shrinking the Earth into an Inch, and it's indeed more comfortable to use than the Apparition," the director commented.

"But it's probably not as popular as Apparition." Aiden also analyzed some knowledge from the residual spatial fluctuations.

The director said nothing and led Aiden forward.

The two walked into the Divination classroom in the North Tower, where Professor Trelawney was teaching Divination to the young wizards of Gryffindor.

"The key to reading the crystal ball is to have clear eyes," Trelawney said while selling hard on the stage.

Harry and Ron were huddled in front of the crystal ball, almost falling asleep.

"Can they make predictions like this?" Aiden asked the director.

"In fact, everyone can make predictions. After all, we are connected to the ocean of collective subconsciousness from the moment we are born. It's just that some people's tubes are thicker, while others are thinner." said the director.

"What about me?" Aiden asked curiously, "Do I have a third eye?"

Hearing what Aiden said, the director rolled his eyes.

"People are drinking water from the pipe, but you can go in and take a shower directly. Do you still need to ask me?"

"But I have never predicted it?" Aiden asked doubtfully.

"Long, you are being too Versailles. Do you know that there are two kinds of prophets in the world?"

The Director pointed at Trelawney and said,

"One is the person on the stage. They are too slow, so slow that they are controlled by fate, so the prophecy is announced through their mouths about what is going to happen."

Then the director pointed at Aiden and said,

"The other type is you, Grindelwald, Cassandra, etc. You can actively make predictions, whether through charm, strength or trust, and influence the people around you and control their fate."

While the two were talking, the sound of a crystal ball falling to the ground was heard.

Trelawney said that Hermione's soul was as boring as the books, which completely ignited Hermione's anger.

She knocked over the crystal ball and left angrily.

"From some perspectives, the professor's 'prediction' is quite accurate." Aiden's clear laughter flowed past the director.

Hermione's departure made Trelawney's prophecy come true, and the students who stayed behind became more convinced of her abilities.

This trust creates waves in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, prophesying that... is about to come.

After class, Harry and Ron walked up the circular staircase, preparing to leave the tower.

But Harry picked up the crystal ball that Hermione had knocked over.

He decided to return the crystal ball and apologize to Trelawney on Hermione's behalf.

Harry trotted back to the classroom and placed the crystal ball on the table.

In the silent classroom, Harry focused his gaze on the crystal ball, and images seemed to begin to appear in it.

A hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed Harry's shoulder.

"...he will return, the black-hearted murderer who betrayed his friends will be free, servant and master will meet again, the dragon of the heart is watching."

Professor Trelawney's voice seemed to be mixed with noises, as if many people were speaking through her mouth.

"Ahem. Oh, I'm sorry, did I just say something?" Trelawney came back to life.

"No, nothing." Frightened Harry ran away immediately.

In the shadow of the classroom, the dragon and the fox squatted in the corner and watched with great interest.

The director was holding a small crystal ball in his hand, which was now emitting a silvery-white light.

"How about it, do you understand it?" The director turned to Aiden and asked.

"I understand. Her magic organ is actually her entire head." Aiden couldn't help but marvel at the magic of magic.

"Yes, the brain has always been an organ to be developed, and we wizards are no exception." The director put away the crystal ball.

"Okay, the work is done. Thank you for Long's company. I will find time to send you the signed letter from Miss Si Li."

The director gave Aiden a wink, and then a passage appeared and he stepped in.

"Fuck." Aiden swung his fist, but unfortunately missed.

......

In the afternoon, Harry and his friends went to visit Hagrid who had returned and asked about his situation.

"Buckbeak has been sentenced to death." Hagrid cried, looking very sad.

"Hagrid, you really should plan your teaching content carefully. Do you know that Lucius was targeting you from the beginning?" Aiden said while sitting on the sofa.

"Ah!" * 4

"Merlin's pants, Aiden, could you please stop being so elusive?" Ron complained for the umpteenth time.

"Okay, I'll try my best. Obviously my presence is already very high." Aiden was puzzled.

The small animals around fled in all directions, as if there was some ferocious beast in Hagrid's house.

"But, Buckbeak, he's so kind, wuwuwu." Hagrid sobbed.

Not knowing how to comfort Hagrid, they could only leave him alone to calm down.

.......

The Buckbeak incident was just a minor incident and the semester went on.

Hagrid learned his lesson from using the teaching aids improperly and replaced all of his protection classes this semester with classes to take care of blast-tailed skrewts.

On Thursday, Arthursie found Aiden.

"What's wrong?" Aiden asked.

"I feel as if I have completed my role," responded Arthursi.

"So fast?" Aiden exclaimed in amazement.

"And me, the shit shoveler, I'm almost there too." Rada jumped into Aiden's arms.

Aiden nodded and sneaked out of school that night to go to Diagon Alley to buy potion ingredients.

The next day, the Room of Requirement.

Aiden handed them the prepared potion, and Arthur took it and drank it all.

Rada stretched out his claws, and the silence on his face seemed to tell Aiden, do you think I can catch you?

There was no choice, Aiden went up to pick up Rada and poured the potion into his mouth.

After a while, the two completed their advancement, and the psychologist and hypnotic cat got up from the ground.

Aiden cleaned up and swept the dust off the two of them.

"You already know the ability, right?" Aiden asked.

Man and cat nodded, and Rada held out her paw, with transparent scales covering it.

Arthursi tried to shock the two, but nothing happened.

"Kid, it's easy for something to get into trouble if you treat a demigod of the same path like this, really." Aiden held his forehead with his hand.

"Hey, Arthursi, you are so weak." Rada also sent a mocking response.

"Alas~, ever since I acknowledged you as my boss, I have been hiding in the dark every day. Now I can't even beat a cat." Arthursi said dejectedly.

"Don't worry, Arthuri. You will have your day to shine." Aiden said with narrowed eyes.