Hogwarts's Master of Mind

His body was falling rapidly, and Aiden fell onto the devil's net. The tentacles of the devil's net twisted and tried to tie up Aiden.

"Ding, bondage play."

"Okay, system, you're quite creative." Aiden commented sharply.

Then he used stun, the Devil's Snare scattered and Aiden fell next.

"Shock reduction to stop speed."

Just as Aiden was about to fall to the ground, he used a spell to stop himself.

After walking through the corridor and seeing a door full of keys, Aiden cast an illusion spell on himself and opened the door and went in.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were having so much fun playing chess that they didn't notice the door behind them opened quietly.

"Ron, are we playing 'real' wizard chess here?" Hermione asked.

However, Ron did not reply to her, and directed the chess pieces to the D5 area.

The chess piece guarding the gate took out a long knife and smashed Ron's test chess piece.

"Yes, it seems we are playing 'real' wizard chess." Ron swallowed.

Aiden covered his mouth tightly with his hands, afraid that he would accidentally laugh out loud.

In fact, Harry and the other two were so concerned that they were confused. If they had calmed down, they would have discovered that if this chess game was set up for guarding, there was no need to set up chess pieces for visitors.

Even the gaps between the chess pieces were arranged, but the three of them didn't notice them.

Aiden felt a magical connection on the chess pieces, which meant someone was remotely controlling the pieces.

Who else in Hogwarts currently has such a high level of Transfiguration skills?

'It seems that Professor McGonagall is angry, and these three guys are in trouble.' Aiden touched his chin.

As the game progressed, a flaw finally appeared in the king's protective circle, and then it approached Ron.

"Harry, we know it's time for you to move on, not me, not Hermione"

Ron decides to sacrifice himself, and the game ends with the three of them victorious, while Harry moves on.

' A fearless sacrifice? No wonder Hermione and Ron ended up together. A man who is willing to sacrifice for you is really attractive.' Aiden was amazed.

But the show couldn't continue, after all, Ron fell to the ground "seriously injured".

There was a round of applause and Hermione took out her wand to protect Ron.

Aiden appeared out of thin air and looked at Hermione protecting Ron. He couldn't help but sigh that fate was truly wonderful.

"Aiden, why are you here?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"In the far east there is an old saying called the Tin Mistman... ahem, I've lost track.

A good chess player plans his strategy. I didn’t expect Ronnie to have this talent. But it doesn’t make sense that he can’t see through this situation. Is he just too young?” Aiden looked at Ron.

"Okay, stop being weird. What's going on?" Hermione said impatiently.

"Healed as before." Aiden took out his wand and simply healed Ron's wound.

"Wait for the professor to explain to you. I have to go to the front to watch Harry, otherwise Professor Snape will turn around and kill me."

Aiden waved goodbye to Hermione and disappeared into the air again.

In front, as Harry got closer to the depths, his forehead began to sting slightly, as if some power had penetrated the protective pendant on his body.

At the end of the stairs, a tall, thin man in a turban stood in front of a mirror.

"It's you, this is impossible, it must be Snape." Harry couldn't believe it.

"Yes, he does look like a bad guy. Who would doubt poor Professor Quirrell with him around?"

Quirrell finally stopped stuttering, but that was not good news for Harry.

Quirrell then explained to Harry in detail what he had done.

Aiden sighed at the side: "It's true that villains die because they talk too much."

When Quirrell was wondering how to get the Philosopher's Stone, a weak voice echoed around: "Use this boy."

Aiden snapped his fingers and Harry fainted.

His figure appeared from thin air, lifting Harry up and leaning him against the wall.

"Kid, this incident should be a lesson for you. Remember to be careful of the audience."

"Aidan Prewett." Quirrell said the name of the visitor.

"Is this the Ravenclaw genius you mentioned? Let me meet him."

The weak voice echoed from all around again.

"Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell complimented.

"That's enough to deal with him."

Quirrell took off his turban, revealing a human face behind it.

"Eh~, disgusting." Aiden said with some disgust.

"Look at you, young and full of ambition, just like me once was. Join me and I will share eternity with you." Voldemort tempted Aiden.

"Don't you even have a second thought for your lines to recruit people?" Aiden was curious.

"It's you! The man on the court last time. What did Dumbledore give you to make you work so hard for him?" Voldemort stared at Aiden viciously.

"Friendship, courage, and love." Aiden smiled, with a beautiful arc at the corners of his eyes.

Realizing that he had been tricked, Voldemort flew into a rage.

"Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you? Kill him." Voldemort ordered.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and all the exits around him were engulfed in flames.

Then he stretched out his hand and flew straight up, intending to strangle Aiden's neck.

' He is quite capable and can cast spells without a wand, but unfortunately he is unwilling to teach us properly.'

Aiden's eyes widened, and he "shocked" Quirrell and forced him back.

Under the impact of the dragon's might, Quirrell took out his wand and fired a crushing spell at Aiden, but Aiden deflected the spell with his backhand.

Suddenly, Aiden felt a mental shock, but unfortunately it had no effect on Aiden.

"You've already lost your body, but you're still able to perform Legilimency and even capture the thoughts of a large area without even making eye contact?" Aiden was surprised.

"Yes, do you want to learn? Join me, Aiden Prewett. I am willing to share my glory with you. You can become my disciple and enjoy power far beyond those consumables."

Voldemort tempts Aiden again.

However, he did not stop what he was doing.

"Avada——"

"Frenzy." Aidenlong glared, instantly triggering Voldemort's emotions.

"You never learn your lesson." Aiden rolled his eyes.

Speaking of which, the ability of frenzy is really powerful against dark wizards, as they usually need a lot of negative emotions to use dark magic.

At this time, just give them a frenzy and it will explode directly, making them lose their resistance.

Voldemort was killed, leaving a weak Quirrell lying on the ground, half dead.

"So, what is he going to do, Professor Dumbledore?"

Aiden looked at Quirrell who had fallen to the ground, but asked the air next to him.

"Wow, be careful, audience. Are you talking about me?" Dumbledore smiled and took off the invisibility cloak.

"Maybe." Aiden didn't want to discuss this topic too much.

"Quirinus's vitality has been exhausted. I can't save him, and I can't catch Tom."

Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "There's nothing I can do."

"So all you can do is watch the show?" Aiden asked a soul-searching question.

"What's wrong with letting the old man watch the show? Oh, by the way, the protective device you gave Harry seems very interesting. Can you make one for the old man later?"

Dumbledore extended his free hand.

Aiden didn't want to pay attention to him and went forward to check Quirrell, but Quirrell's body seemed to have reached its limit and began to shatter.

Voldemort's soul flew out of the Quirrell powder and tried to pass through Aiden's body.

Then, he hit Aiden hard and was bounced back.

With the help of this collision, Aiden also saw part of the truth about Voldemort, his broken soul and completely twisted mind.

"Tsk tsk, we both have the last name Fu, but Afu is much cuter than you, right, Afu?" Aiden complained silently.

"Ding, huh"