Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"You, you want to study me, you are a dark wizard!" Filch's tone was a little hesitant.

"Of course not, Mr. Argus Filch. I'm just an ordinary spectator."

Aiden's voice was seductive.

"Don't you want to try casting spells, like a real wizard?"

Filch looked into Aiden's eyes, the light from his heterochromatic pupils seemed to devour him.

"Of course I am willing. This is what I have been wanting all my life. Come on, as long as you can let me cast a spell, I am willing to give you everything."

Filch's defenses were breached, hypnosis had been established, and from then on Aiden had a loyal subordinate.

"Then, come to the troll portrait on the eighth floor on Saturday night and we'll see you there."

Aiden's figure disappeared from the air, leaving only his clear voice echoing in the corridor.

The next day, Harry went to Lockhart's room as usual for detention.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, think about it yourself, is there anything better than helping me write a reply letter?"

Lockhart looked at Harry, who was busy at his desk, and showed his shining teeth.

"You have to remember that fame is not a reliable friend. Fame comes from the actions of the famous."

Lockhart gave Harry a lecture.

'Come, come to me.'

Muran, Harry heard a hoarse and dull voice.

"What?" Harry demanded.

"What happened?" Lockhart looked at Harry in confusion.

"Oh, look at how careless I am. It's already been four hours. No wonder you have auditory hallucinations. Happy times always pass so quickly. That's enough. Go back and rest."

Lockhart waved his hand and let Harry go.

Harry left Lockhart's office and on his way down the corridor he could still hear the hissing sound.

Harry chased after the sound and knocked Ron over.

"Oh, watch the road, Harry." Ron sat on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Did you hear anything?" Harry inquired.

"What?" *2

"A voice, he was shouting about who else to kill," said Harry.

Then he started running, chasing the sound.

Finally at the end of the corridor, he saw a figure with silver-white hair.

"Aiden?" Harry exclaimed.

Aiden heard a voice behind him and turned around.

"Oh, Harry, are you here to watch the spiders move too?"

As he spoke, Aiden pointed to the ground. Following his finger, we saw spiders lining up to flee the castle.

"Oh, that's really gross. Why aren't you afraid of spiders? George and Fred used spiders to scare you when you were little."

Ron was a little angry, and Aiden smiled slightly.

"Maybe I'm hiding my fear." Aiden turned his head and left.

"Don't you think Aiden has been acting a little weird lately?" Ron, who has been with Aiden for many years, asked.

"Maybe the pressure of studying is too great." Hermione said.

........

Time is always so ruthless, passing away like flowing water. In the blink of an eye, Saturday has arrived.

That night, Aiden came to the eighth floor as scheduled.

"Oh, dear Mr. Prewett, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Filch bowed to Aiden.

"Let's go."

Aiden came to the portrait and walked back and forth three times, creating a room for study.

He led Filch inside.

Inside the room where every requirement is granted is a clean room with many magical instruments and a bed in the middle.

"Just lie down, Filch. Don't be afraid. It's just a routine check."

Aiden gave orders while fiddling with the instruments.

Filch lay down tremblingly, and Aiden could clearly read the nervousness from him.

"Tell me about your past, Mr. Filch."

The power of the hypnotist mixed with Aiden's sweet voice, and Filch's vision became a little blurred.

“Sir, you know, I was born into a wizard family, and my parents have placed high hopes on me since I was a child.

However, as I grew up, my parents became increasingly anxious because my magic power had yet to erupt.

Until I was eleven years old, all the good things happened. My family broke up and I was kicked out.

Fortunately, Dumbledore, who was still the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts at the time, persuaded the then headmaster to let me become a castle administrator, and I have been working there ever since. "

Filch had tears in his eyes.

"Oh, that sounds like a sad past. I'm sorry to remind you of that."

Aiden operated the instrument.

"Then let's begin."

A silver light emanated from Aiden's hand, and the light stretched out, and a long staff appeared in his hand.

Magic power flowed into the instrument, and the alchemical matrix carved by Aiden himself was also activated, and Aiden's vision was suddenly split into three.

"Let me see. The body seems to be about the same as ours."

Aiden's magic began to penetrate into the body, breaking through the boundary between reality and illusion and entering the mind.

"Oh, this is interesting. This is the first time I have seen the soul of an ordinary person from this perspective."

"Ding, stop playing around, or you'll develop a bunch of messy black magic."

Ignoring the system's merciless complaints, Aiden continued to observe Filch's soul.

"The soul structure of ordinary people is different from ours. This is the first time I have seen such a strange structure."

"Ding, maybe the soul structure of the wizard is really strange. After all, how can a normal creature's mind take precedence over the soul?"

"Yeah, that makes sense. Now the question is, how do I get him to cast a spell?"

Aiden stroked his chin, thinking.

"Mr. Prewett, what's the result? Do I still have hope?" Filch's almost pleading voice came.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it."

Aiden pulled out paper and began to scribble.

'System, come out and have a chat.'

"Ding, ask." The system roughly knew what Aiden was planning.

'I want to know if it is possible to modify his soul directly?'

"Ding, you are crazy. That is serious black magic. And you think there is no price to pay for creating black magic that touches the soul. Think about your future."

'If the soul cannot be modified, then I propose a plan. That is to enhance the spiritual power of ordinary people, so that the mind is large enough to reach the threshold of controlling magic power.'

"Ding, it is feasible to a certain extent, but be careful not to touch the soul."

"System, I noticed that you seem to care a lot about the soul."

"Ding, because the soul is the energy source of the misty illusion, if this realm is touched privately by creatures other than this world, what do you think will happen?"

'Will you be attacked by the illusion?'

"Ding, you're not that stupid yet."

Aiden also reacted. He took out a notebook and wrote down his conversation and thoughts with the system.

"So, is this the plan to transform ordinary creatures into magical creatures? "

"Ding, the feasibility is very low, but you can try."