Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey gave Harry some bone spirit and complained,

"Which idiot pulled out his bones? Originally I just needed to connect his broken bones, but now he needs to grow a whole bone again."

"Maybe it's the naughty little wizard from last time." Aiden joked.

"Well, Mr. Prewett, it's time for you to leave." Madam Pomfrey sent Aiden away.

Aiden pulled out a notebook and handed it to her.

"Madam, this is the notebook I took from you last time. It has been of great help to me. Now I am returning it to its original owner."

Madam Pomfrey took the notes and her eyes softened.

"Kid, you are a talented person. Maybe you should consider becoming a therapist in the future."

"Thank you for your appreciation, I will if I have the chance."

Aiden saluted Madam Pomfrey and withdrew.

At night, Harry lay in bed alone, listening to the sounds of movement around him.

"Kill, kill him."

Harry sat up hastily and looked around.

"who."

"Hello."

"Ah" Harry arched back.

"More than?"

Dobby turned over and sat nimbly at the head of Harry's bed.

"Harry Pott should have listened to Dobby. You should have gone home when you missed the train," Dobby advised.

"It was you. It was you who almost got Ron and I expelled." Harry glared at Dobby.

"Dobby was upset, and even more upset after the Quaffle chased Harry. Dobby also burned his hand with the iron."

Dobby held out his bandaged hands.

"It's you who caused the Quaffle, Harry stood up. Are you going to kill me?" Harry's anger almost burst out of his eyes.

"No, no, Dobby is very grateful to Harry Potter. If it weren't for Harry Potter,

The other house-elves will live a life worse than pigs and dogs, although Dobby's life is worse than pigs and dogs now."

Dobby stepped back under Harry's questioning.

"Listen, Harry Potter cannot stay in Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen here, and history is about to repeat itself.

Oh, Harry Potter, remember to be careful of Aiden Prewett. He gives Dobby a terrifying feeling, just like the one his tribesmen have passed down as someone who once defeated...”

Dobby turned his head suddenly, and a pair of heterochromatic eyes stared at him in the shadows.

Harry looked up, saw the eyes in the shadows, and fell back on the bed in fear.

"Pah"* 2

Two fingers snapped at the same time, and Dobby sat on the ground as if he had hit steel.

"How is that possible? Dobby's magic should not be restricted by Hogwarts."

Dobby was a little panicked, and the owner of the eyes walked out from the shadows. It was Aiden.

"You were able to escape control again. Is there something special about you?"

A long-lost feeling of familiarity came over Aiden, and he looked at Dobby and suddenly understood something.

"System, you have already discovered it, but you didn't tell me on purpose." Aiden dissed the system.

"Ding, the system hopes that the host can take the initiative to discover it, which will help the host further understand what prophecy is."

"Collective subconscious sea? It seems that the elves who long for freedom have reached a consensus. This is no longer something I can stop alone."

In the real world, Dobby and Harry watched Aiden lost in thought.

Aiden sat on Harry's bed, waved his hand, and used the Flying Spell to pull Dobby over.

"Dobby, yeah, although it may be a bit hypocritical, I have to apologize to you for what happened this afternoon."

Aiden took off his hat and placed it on his chest, revealing the dragon horns on his head.

"Cool, Aiden you actually grew horns, no wonder you always wear a hat lately."

Harry looked at Aiden's delicate little horn, and his intact hand was eager to move.

"I promise you, if you extend your hand, it will suffer the same fate as its companions."

Aiden's light threat interrupted Harry's impatience.

"Okay, Dobby, let's talk about our problems."

Aiden looked at Dobby seriously, and Dobby swallowed.

"Dobby is fine." Dobby shouted sharply.

For fear of affecting the people around him, Aiden pulled several people into a blind spot of consciousness and cast a silencing spell.

"Harry, and Dobby, listen carefully now. Your decision will affect the future of both races. Please listen quietly."

"Okay." * 2

"First, let's be clear: house-elves are the losers in an ancient war between wizards and magical creatures.

The ancient wizards made a choice not to exterminate an intelligent magical race, so they used some means to enslave the entire house-elves.

I cannot comment on the actions of my predecessors, but the current situation is that house-elves are enslaved by wizards."

Harry glanced furtively at Dobby, then listened carefully.

“At the same time, as living creatures, they naturally have an instinct to desire freedom.

The will of magical creatures will affect the sea of ​​consciousness. When desires gather in the sea of ​​consciousness, prophecies will be formed.

But I roughly know who made the prophecy.

The most important thing is that the prophecy will constantly urge the surrounding magic power to make the content of the prophecy come true.

And now the first house-elf to fulfill the prophecy has appeared."

Aiden looked at Dobby deeply, and Harry and Dobby understood a little.

"So what does the future of both races mean?" Harry asked.

"Will the house-elves, who have regained their freedom, be eager to take revenge on the wizards?

Or should we, as wizards, worry about the rise of a whole new class of intelligent magical beings?"

After saying this, Aiden stared at Dobby, waiting for his answer.

In the eyes of a hypnotist, all lies will be exposed.

"No, Dobby just wants freedom, not enslavement."

Dobby's eyes were firm, and Harry was inspired by him. He was about to speak for him, but was interrupted by Aiden.

"Okay, then I invite you to join my organization and abide by its rules to avoid the outbreak of war."

There was a sly glint in Aiden's eyes.

"Okay, Dobby joins."

After all, the young house-elf lacked experience in dealing with cunning wizards, so he sold himself.

"Come on, take the oath with me." A temporary organizational structure appeared in Aiden's mind.

"Okay." Dobby nodded.

"To you, the outsider who does not belong to this world, the great master of the sea of ​​consciousness, the gray dragon that controls the mind, I swear to you that I am willing to abide by my oath, not to take the initiative to provoke a war, and to work tirelessly to maintain peace among magical creatures." * 2

After the oath was completed, a strange light appeared on the bodies of the two.

"Oh, it's great that Dobby can join a secret society with wizards." Dobby cheered.

"Aiden, what kind of association is this? I want to join too." Harry quickly raised his hand.

"Well, this one is tentatively for Fantastic Beasts. The one you can join is still being prepared."

Aiden coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and at the same time, a golden-haired figure flashed through his mind.

"Dear Mr. Prewett, no...leader, can I know the name of our association?" Dobby looked at Aiden expectantly.

Aiden's eyes dodged, he pursed his lips and said,

“Society for the Protection of Curly-haired Baboons.”

"Huh?" * 2