Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After Dragging left, Hermione looked at Harry and told him what she had encountered.

"Harry, Lavender told me last night..." Hermione told Harry what happened in her dormitory.

"Huh, you must have said a lot of bad things about me for the sake of dormitory harmony." Harry frowned.

"Harry, don't vent your parental emotions on your relatives and friends. Ron and I are on your side!" Hermione scolded angrily, and Ron nodded.

"I'm sorry..." Harry blamed himself.

"It's okay!" Hermione said seriously.

Two hurried voices intertwined, but the friendship between the three was not affected.

On the other side, the arrogant Draco continued his bullying behavior until he saw the back of a man wearing a wide wizard hat.

"Well, well, look who this is, the Rose of Ravenclaw. You're so welcome but you still can't become the prefect?"

The sky cleared up and the rain stopped. Brother Zhaage felt that he had woken up again and sent himself to a Sequence Three audience member.

Aiden raised his head and gave Draco a sweet smile.

Then, the whole Hogwarts began to fall apart, and Draco and his brothers were taken into a completely real dream by Aiden.

"Can you say it again, prefect brother?" an old dragon said cutely. "Dragon: Hey!"

“I...I..." Several people felt the powerful magic and were frightened to the point of being incoherent.

"So, may I ask this class leader brother, what should students who have done something wrong do?" Long put his face close to Brother Zha.

"I'm... sorry, please forgive me." He bowed his head, admitted his mistake, and apologized in one go.

The sound of a finger snap echoed throughout the space, and the next moment Draco found himself back in Hogwarts.

Draco and several others fell to the ground, huddled together, and the young wizards around them were pointing at him.

As OWLs approached, the academic pressure in fifth grade became extremely heavy.

The first day of school consisted of two Charms classes and two Magical Biology classes.

Professor Flitwick stood on a platform made of books and spent fifteen minutes holding an OWLs mobilization meeting for all the students.

"In this class, we will review the Flying Spell. Based on past experience, this spell should be a must-have on the exam this year."

Professor Flitwick's attitude towards the Spurring Spell was that it was a must-test topic anyway, so 20 points were given for you to memorize it or not.

After the Charms class, Professor Flitwick assigned everyone a long essay, and every little wizard was exhausted.

He even had little motivation to study Magical Biology in the second class, which made Professor Grubbly-Plank wonder if his teaching was not as good as Hagrid's.

At noon, when Aiden went to the hall to eat with a book in his arms, he met two exhausted people and an energetic witch.

"What happened to them?" Aiden asked.

"They are playing games on History of Magic, and I decided to refuse to lend them my notes!" Mother Hermione crossed her arms.

"No, it's actually the mitigating agent from Potions class. We failed to prepare it, and Snape told us to drink it all." Ron replied weakly.

Aiden reached out and placed his hand on Ron's shoulder, letting his magic seep into his body, checking him over.

"Well, a trace amount of toxins, and a sense of laziness. I guess you didn't heat up the crucible before adding the ingredients, and you didn't remove all the juice from the sunlight orchid."

There was a hint of worry in Hermione's eyes when Aiden mentioned the poison.

"It's okay. They will recover in about an hour. Let them learn a lesson from this." Aiden blinked his right eye.

"Hmph." Hermione snorted and walked straight into the hall.

"Well, goodbye." Aiden waved to his cousin and walked in.

"Wait, Aiden, save us!" Ron's weak cry failed to win back his cousin's love.

But he was hit hard by his two brothers.

The twins appeared from behind them and hit each of them.

The slap, which was intended as a greeting, directly knocked the two men down.

"Oh, it seems that Ronnie has been emptied out." George said, touching his chin.

"Is that the witch named Parvati?" Fred raised his eyebrows at Ron.

"Aiden..." Harry, who was lying on the ground and was so stunned by the poison that his reflexes were extremely long, cried for help.

"Oh, Aiden, no."*2

The twins smiled at each other, left the two outside, and walked into the hall.

Aiden's course selection in the afternoon actually made him feel a lot more relaxed.

I took some time out to practice magic in the Room of Requirement, took a divination class, and dealt with Trelawney with an unfortunate future, and the whole afternoon passed.

At dinner, the little wizards of Gryffindor seemed to be discussing Harry's deeds.

"Mr. Know-it-all, what's the situation over there?" Aiden asked.

"Be respectful, I'm..." Edmund also wanted to show off.

But he immediately calmed down when Aiden placed his cold hand on his neck.

"They say Harry Potter might be crazy for openly talking back to Professor Umbridge in class and making wild claims about the Dark Lord's return," said Edmund.

"So, what does Master Lestrange think about this matter?" Aiden deliberately changed the address.

"He's back, no doubt about it. According to Lestrange's news, the movements of dark wizards have been very abnormal recently. Although I don't know why that person didn't make a high-profile comeback."

Edmund used the wrong moves but deduced the right results.

"Then why are you still staying here? Aren't you afraid that the woman in Azkaban will be released?" Aiden said.

"My father recommended that I transfer to another school, and most of my family members have returned to Paris, but I...

I smell a strange smell here, it's the eve of a storm." Edmund said with a frown.

"Lestrange has this ability?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, because of a prophecy, each of my ancestors was able to keenly grasp the signs of change and participate in it.

Rodolphus Lestrange, my cousin, although his ending was not good, he did gain power when You-Know-Who rose to power." Edmund said.

"So, you plan to join Voldemort?" Aiden's words were somewhat meaningful.

"No, he won't be the winner, although this is just my intuition," said Edmund.

"Your father believed in you and stayed with you based on your intuition alone?" Aiden was a little surprised.

"Lestrange is emotional, we don't usually act rationally."

Edmund spread butter on the bread, took a bite, and continued.

"This sentimentality has caused us a lot of trouble, causing some family members to indulge in black magic and often kill each other.

Sometimes I really feel that there may be some kind of destiny that allows us, Lestra, to survive to this day."

"Maybe." Aiden also picked up the steak and started eating.