Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After collecting Quirrell's ashes and putting them in a can, Aiden prepared to find a place to bury him.

After all, it was Aiden who broke his bones. Based on his experience in his previous life, he should at least bury them.

Dead Quirrell: 'Thank you so much'

Follow Dumbledore to the Headmaster's office.

"Tea or coffee?" Dumbledore pulled out two jars.

"Tea, thank you." Aiden sat down casually, as if he was back home.

“How they performed.”

Dumbledore asked nonchalantly as he made some tea.

"Hermione, intelligent, alert, rigorous, enthusiastic and studious, is very suitable to be a silent person.

As for Ron, he has a classic Weasley personality, which is a good thing, but he probably consumed the wisdom of his aunt and uncle. The only other thing worth mentioning is the bloodline passed down from him.

Harry is sincere, brave, calm at critical moments, and able to turn sacrifice into results. "

Aiden took the tea handed to him by Dumbledore and took a sip. After all, he had worked hard to look after the children for Dumbledore, so what was wrong with drinking a few cups of tea from him.

"And putting aside their respective characteristics, have you discovered anything?"

Aiden looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes, his heterochromatic pupils seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"I suspect Harry may have some strange connection with Tom, which makes him have some of Tom's characteristics."

Dumbledore knew Aiden's abilities and did not change the subject.

"So you have guards and military advisors, and Harry as the commander-in-chief. What is this, a rescue team?"

Aiden was a little unhappy and retorted to Dumbledore.

"Don't be so harsh on the old man. The future belongs to you young people. Even if I don't intervene, your brother will be involved in this dispute. This is a tacit understanding between Arthur, Molly and me."

"They know that too?" Aiden asked in surprise.

"Of course, from the beginning." Dumbledore blinked.

"Okay, enough of the digression, tell me what you found, Aiden, or you wouldn't have suddenly intervened."

"Found out, yes, two things in short."

Aiden buried his body in the cushions of the sofa like a lazy big cat.

"The first thing is that one of your most outstanding students, Tom, has a distorted mind. Muggle medical terminology generally calls this kind of person a mental disorder, which simply means crazy.

But this is a good thing. A twisted mind means the weakening of the mental body. If you have the chance to meet him, pull him into the hazy illusion. It will not be a problem for you to beat ten of him alone. "

After saying that, Aiden arched his back on the sofa and adjusted himself to a comfortable position.

"No, I can't." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Can't do it? Have you fallen in love with someone else? He is not your old lover." Aiden was a little surprised.

“It’s guilt, Aiden, that’s what happens when you get old, you’re not as determined as you were when you were young.

I have created two Dark Lords in my life, which makes me feel extremely guilty. If I step into the fantasy world with such a mentality, I might sink into it." Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

Aiden released a soothing spell for Dumbledore to calm him down.

"Oh, that's troublesome. Then there's the second thing. Senior Tom's soul is incomplete." Aiden smiled.

"The soul is incomplete, I seem to have heard it somewhere before."

"Of course, "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" page 92, line 45."

"Horcrux!!??" Dumbledore reacted.

"I see. Is this the secret of Tom's immortality?"

Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth.

"Wait, how do you know about this?" Dumbledore discovered the blind spot.

"Of course I went to the restricted section. The book "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed" only briefly introduces the Horcruxes."

Aiden flipped over on the couch again.

"My family's collection of books has a more complete record, including the production method and rituals. Do you want to see it?"

Dumbledore: "........"

"Listen, Aiden, this..."

Dumbledore was about to speak when Aiden interrupted him.

"This magic is dangerous, too evil, none of them. This magic is extremely harmful to me, it will tear apart my path forward.

Splitting the soul, a stupid idea that Hailbo came up with out of his self-righteous cleverness.

An incomplete soul will inevitably lead to a distorted mind, and the two are closely related.

The distortion of the mind also means that the wizard's path to further advancement is completely blocked."

Dumbledore looked at Aiden having fun on the sofa and smiled.

"Okay, it's good that you know. Anyway, Aiden, do you really not desire eternal life?"

"Eternal life. I'm still so young, why would I want this kind of thing?"

Aiden rolled his eyes at Dumbledore.

'Besides, how can people desire something that is readily available?'

"Ding, the Dark Lord's Road..."

"you shut up."

"Ding, the system has discovered that the host has become less and less respectful of the system recently."

"..."

Just as Aiden was arguing with the system, Dumbledore came back to his senses.

"Well, it's late now. The little wizard should go to bed at this time."

The old bee started to chase people away, and Aiden, who didn't want to argue with him, left the principal's office in a hurry.

The principal's office fell into silence.

The night sky covered the sky above Hogwarts like a thick piece of velvet, with stars dotted in between, as if countless eyes were silently watching everything in this ancient castle.

At this moment, Aiden was exhausted both physically and mentally, and longed to return to the towering Ravenclaw Tower to find some peace and comfort.

Aiden walked through the dim corridor, the light from the wall lamp casting mottled shadows on his face.

When he finally reached the door of the Ravenclaw common room, the wise bronze eagle statue was waiting for him.

The flames in the fireplace danced, illuminating the neatly arranged books on the shelves and the comfortable armchairs, creating a warm and academic atmosphere.

Aiden returned to the dormitory, and the shouts of his three silly roommates came one after another.

Having learned from the last lesson, Aiden no longer dared to use the stunning spell and could only cast a silencing spell on himself.

Covering myself with my favorite little quilt, I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Aiden woke up from his sleep, washed up, and went to the hall to have breakfast.

In the hall, the young wizards were excitedly discussing the latest gossip.

The news that the savior defeated the Dark Lord and successfully protected the Philosopher's Stone spread like wildfire.

' The old bee is starting to persecute Harry ' Aiden's thoughts were all over the place, his hand still stroking Lada.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione had a rare experience of being surrounded by people.

Her two useless sons were hospitalized, and now she was left alone to face the storm of criticism from her classmates.

Aiden was entangled by three silly roommates.

"Aiden, why are you so calm? Do you know some inside information?" Edmund looked amused.

"Tell the truth now," Ethan continued.

"Otherwise you will be severely punished." Oliver gave the summary.

"Yeah, I attended the Savior Squad's carnival party last night, and killed a crippled Dark Lord in the process." Aiden joked.

"Tsk, that's boring. If you want to lie, at least make it more realistic." * 3

Aiden smiled and said nothing.