Hogwarts's Master of Mind

As expected, Harry was sentenced to a week of detention, and Umbridge used special dark magic products to physically punish Harry.

Because he saw Dumbledore's dejected figure after being stripped of all his positions in the Wizengamot this year, Harry did not dare to go to Dumbledore.

Harry, who had a conflict with Umbridge, was called to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Potter," said Professor McGonagall.

Harry sat in the chair nervously, waiting for Professor McGonagall's storm.

"Have some, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall picked up the cute ginger salamander cookies on the table.

"Professor, I..." Harry was about to continue speaking when Professor McGonagall raised her hand to stop him.

"I already know the process..." Professor McGonagall was silent for a while.

"You have to keep your head down, Harry, and try not to get into trouble and control your temper." Professor McGonagall called Harry by his name.

Seeing Harry's sullen face, Professor McGonagall forced him to take another biscuit and then sent him away.

After this, Harry's situation deteriorated again, and rumors about his paranoid attacks spread around the college.

On Friday, it was finally Ravenclaw's turn to start their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Good afternoon, kids." A pink toad from head to toe appeared at the gate.

"Ordinary Wizarding Levels, or OW-Ls for short. If you study hard, you may get a good grade, but if you fail, the consequences are severe."

Umbridge waved her wand, and the textbooks behind her floated towards the wizards.

"Your lessons have been trivial, and today you will have the honor of learning a proper, focused, Ministry-approved Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

Umbridge's strange accent echoed throughout the classroom, and Aiden simply used magic to seal his ears.

Ethan raised his hand and Umbridge pointed her wand at him.

"Are we really not allowed to cast spells now as rumored before? Then what is the difference between us and Muggles?"

"Oh dear, that's not the case, you just need to use defensive magic safely and without risk.

Of course, I have to reiterate that this is the Ministry's view, and you only need to master the theory to help you pass the exam."

Umbridge smiled at Ethan, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"But the Dark Lord..." Ethan wanted to say something.

"Enough! He's just an outdated clown talking nonsense. There is no such thing as a mysterious man in the world!" Umbridge screamed loudly.

"Okay, let's start our class now." She turned around and smiled again.

"First, please read the preface of the textbook. Now I will select a student to recite it."

Umbridge held up the children's illustrated Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and began to look around the classroom.

The little wizards, fearing embarrassment, lowered their heads.

"Well, let me see. Let Mr. Prewett come up and recite. Aiden Imperial Prewett." Umbridge's eyes were fixed on a paddling dragon.

Unfortunately, Long was focused on his own world at the moment. After all, he completed the second phase of the project independently, and there were still many places that needed debugging.

"Well, it seems our Mr. Prewett is very shy." Umbridge walked up to Aiden and snatched his book away.

This action caused Aiden to connect the wrong spiritual line, making his week's efforts go to waste.

"Now, may I rise and recite this preface, Mr. Prewett?"

Umbridge ripped his book in half right in front of Aiden.

"Huh" Long frowned and exhaled the foul air in his lungs.

With a ripping sound, the robe on Aiden's right hand exploded, and a dragon claw emerged from the shadow of the torn clothes.

The claws created a gust of wind and hit Umbridge's toad cheeks hard.

The Sequence Three Dragon Path Beyonder displayed his great power to the fullest.

Umbridge flew towards the wall as if she was hit by a speeding train. After smashing two stone walls in succession, she fell into the ruins and died.

"Aiden, you killed her?" Edmund exclaimed.

"No, I controlled the strength, I think."

Aiden raised his right hand, and a virtual clock appeared, and everything returned to normal as if in reverse.

After mastering the hour reversal spell and some of the core fragments of anti-entropy, Aiden can also interfere with time and space to a certain extent.

What he is using now is one of his research results.

Umbridge stood before him intact, and Aiden snapped his fingers, knocking her unconscious.

"Okay, let's just pretend that what happened today never happened, okay?" Aiden walked up to the podium, exuding the aura of a veteran teacher.

The little eagles and badgers below nodded repeatedly. After all, the two walls that had just been broken had just been repaired.

"For this class, go to the correct textbook."

Aiden raised his right hand and his textbook flew into his hand, flames ignited out of nowhere and burned to ashes.

"Now, it's Mr. Prewett's teaching time, raise your wands!" said Aiden.

At the same time, a long staff appeared in his hand. He tapped the ground lightly, and the classroom was widened dozens of times.

"Yeah!" The little wizards in the audience cheered.

"Listen carefully. For the theoretical exam, I hope the Ravenclaw students can help the Hufflepuff students as much as possible. I will send you the assistance arrangements later.

If a little badger gets left behind, you have to be careful because we all live under the same roof."

Aiden gave the little eagles a little threat, making them swallow their saliva together.

"And now, as our first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in fifth grade, I need to make sure that each of you can use the Shield Charm proficiently."

Aiden raised his staff and wrote letters in the air.

"The spell is Protego, repeat it after me!" Aiden said.

"Protego" * N

“Very good, you must remember that when you release this magic, you must have a strong desire to protect yourself. I suggest that you try to recall how you felt when you fell down the stairs.

If you have not had this experience, I suggest you try it after class..."

Aiden's lectures were humorous and interesting, and the class ended quickly.

"Wow, I didn't know Professor Prewett had such teaching ability?" Edmund came up and teased.

"You have sufficient information. Please help me make a support form." Aiden suddenly turned into an unscrupulous boss and began to exploit Edmund.

"Hmm." Edmund raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed two fingers together.

"Teach you how to communicate with the Patronus spell." Aiden held his forehead with his hand.

"Deal!" Edmund took the bait.

Suddenly I felt like I had seen this scene somewhere before.

Aiden thought as he walked towards the Ravenclaw tower.