Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"shattered to pieces", "shattered into pieces", "sand and rocks flying", "fainting", "thunderbolt explosion", "powerful explosion"

In the Room of Requirement, Aiden waved his wand and spells flew out from the tip of his wand, hitting the targets in the Room of Requirement and scattering fragments all over the floor.

"Wow, casting spells is so smooth with the wand amplification. I feel super strong and can fight Dumbledore alone." Aiden made a arrogant declaration.

"Ding, huh, expansion."

"Alas, the system has changed. It is no longer the same praise system as before." Aiden started to act up.

"Ding, magic combat is not for the host to throw bricks with such force. I would like to remind the host that it is best not to step into the battlefield with a childish mentality." The system said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, our dean is the duel champion, so you can learn from him when the time comes." Aiden knew what the system meant and soothed it.

After practicing offensive magic, Aiden began practicing defensive magic.

"Numerous obstacles", "Shock absorber", "Armor protector", "Immovable", "Enemy driven away"

Finally, the system, unable to bear it any longer, chose to speak.

"Ding, in fact, the host has accumulated enough knowledge of spells to try to create his own magic."

"Homemade?"

"Ding, yes, the principle of the spell is not complicated. To put it simply, magic rewrites reality under the drive of the wizard's will. The host has completed the magicization of his organs, has accumulated corresponding theoretical knowledge, and has explored his mind far beyond that of ordinary people. He has reached the threshold of creating his own spell."

"Then I'll try it now." Aiden was ready to die.

"Ding, host, please put your own safety first. There are so many masters in Hogwarts, why don't you ask for their advice?"

"Ah, system, you really act like an old woman. And it was you who said I could create my own, and it was you who told me to find a professor."

"Ding, the two are not in conflict."

Time passed slowly as Aiden chatted with the system.

"It's late, time to go back and rest."

After casting the Disillusionment Charm, Aiden returned to the dormitory. His roommates were already fast asleep, and the constant snoring made the tired Aiden a little annoyed.

So Aiden cast a sleeping spell on each of them, and the dormitory became quiet, and Aiden soon joined them.

The next afternoon, Aiden and his three companions quickly shuttled through the corridor.

"Hurry up, Edmund. You're going to be late. This is the dean's class." Aiden turned around and shouted to the others.

Thanks to last night's night out, Aiden actually slept until the afternoon. Since he forgot to remove the curse for his roommates, they also did not wake up.

Fortunately, I don’t have classes in the morning, but unfortunately, I’m almost late for class in the afternoon.

Fortunately, the four of them arrived at the classroom on time, and Professor Flitwick did not make things difficult for them, but only reminded them to arrive earlier next time.

"Long live the dean." *4

Ravenclaw took Charms classes in the first year together with Slytherin. The relationship between the two houses was not very bad and no conflicts occurred.

Professor Flitwick was a little short. He stood on a pile of textbooks to teach. Since it was the first class, he spent most of the time explaining how wizards should hold their wands when casting spells, and corrected the young wizards' wrong habits when holding their wands.

After class, Aiden found Professor Flitwick, showed him his level of spell skills, and said that he wanted to try to create his own spells.

Professor Flitwick was amazed by Aiden's attainments in spells, so he took out his own spell research notes and gave them to Aiden, asking him to remember the knowledge in the notes.

At the same time, he also warned Aiden not to conduct spell experiments in private, and promised to take time out every Friday to guide Aiden in developing spells.

On Wednesday, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell still pretended to stutter and finished the lesson verbatim.

"I really don't know how someone who is so afraid of vampires that he has to marinate himself in garlic became the professor of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Oliver complained.

"That's right." Edmund and Ethan also agreed.

Aiden, who was familiar with the plot, did not expose Quirrell, but Aiden also found that Quirrell's life seemed to be like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

"I wonder how long he can last." Aiden was a little curious.

On Thursday, Professor Sprout, the Herbology class, was a short witch with flowing grey hair and a thick hat covered in patches.

In the first herbal medicine class, she led the little wizards in theoretical study, took out some plants for the little wizards to identify, and also conducted safety education.

Aiden was not very good at the Herbology class and finished the class in a mediocre manner.

The history of magic class in the afternoon was even more important. The ghost professor could be said to be a part of history himself, but the sound of his lectures was like an eternal echo, bringing the souls of the young wizards back to the distant past. Even the top students of Ravenclaw could not withstand it, but fortunately Aiden did.

"Professor Binns' class is too hypnotic," Ethan complained.

"In fact, looking through the history of wizards, we can conclude that the only lesson we have learned from history is that we have not learned any lessons from history." Aiden also complained.

"Who says it isn't true? The goblins rebelled in the past, but now they still control the wizards' economy. In my opinion, these greedy creatures should be wiped out." Edmund also complained.

"I didn't realize you had quite the talent as an artist. Have you considered the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna?" Oliver said with a smile.

This caused Ethan and Aiden to laugh, leaving only Edmund who couldn't read the atmosphere.

On Friday, Ravenclaw had her first Potions class with Hufflepuff.

In the afternoon, in the basement of the Potions class, Professor Snape walked with the wind. He walked to the podium in the classroom, glanced around, and began to lecture.

"You are here to learn the fine art of medicine-making, and since there are some fools here who are just waving magic wands around, many of you don't quite believe that it is magic.

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of pharmaceutical technology. I can teach you how to can your reputation, how to brew glory, and even... prevent death... as long as you don't become as stupid as the group of idiots I taught before."

"Ding, host." The system spoke.

"?system."

"Ding, the system has discovered something interesting. Severus Snape has multiple systems of magical organs. One set is his eyes, brain, and hands, and the other is his digestive system."

"Two sets!??" Aiden exclaimed in his mind.

"Ding, this means that he is not only a master of potions, but also has outstanding attainments in the field of spells."

During the conversation, Snape had completed the theoretical teaching and began to guide the young wizards in brewing potions.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong, except that Aiden was given plenty of care while he was brewing the potion.

Aiden brewed the potion, put it in a glass bottle and gave it to Snape.

Snape shook the bottle, sniffed it, and said, "Hmph, just following the script."

After class, he threw a notebook to Aiden and said, "Our genius Mr. Prewett, I will give you a week to write down this notebook. Return it to me when the time is up. If you don't wait, you know what will happen."

Aiden's inner thoughts: (?Д?) "Did the old bee ask you to pay attention to me?"

Without thinking too much, Aiden put away the notebook. Just kidding, this is the masterpiece of the Half-Blood Prince, and Aiden has been fascinated by it for a long time.

A week passed quickly in happy study, and Aiden gradually adapted to life in Hogwarts.