Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Aiden, who has control over the physical Patronus and the Patronus's messages, arrives at the Room of Requirement.

Picked a room where I could practice spells.

He opened the door and placed his belongings on the table in the room.

Aiden, holding a short staff, walked to the center of the room.

The Patronus gave Aiden some inspiration when he transformed into a butterfly.

"Expecto Patronus." Aiden summoned the guardian angel again, and the silver-white dragon floated freely.

Use Transfiguration to inject information into the Patronus, and then the Patronus says "S·H·I·T"

"Well, excellent quality, worthy of being my child." The system bubbled up after a long time.

"Do you want to become a quality system too?" Aiden rolled his eyes.

Then, letting the patronus remain in a sleepwalking state, Aiden activated the dream travel and rushed towards his patronus.

After a spin, Aiden successfully entered the island of consciousness of his patron saint.

The guardian god's island of consciousness is a pure white island with many silver-white elves playing on it.

"Sure enough, because the essence of Transfiguration is too close to the mind, in the process of transformation it can give matter thoughts to a certain extent. And the principle of Guardian Spirit communication is to give Guardian Spirit thoughts through incomplete transformation, so as to achieve the purpose of transmitting information."

Aiden wandered around the island, carefully comparing the differences between the Guardian's island and other people's islands.

"The island is more illusory, and unlike normal creatures, the island of consciousness is immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness."

Zooming out, one can clearly see that the guardian god's island of consciousness is a slightly illusory pure white island floating above the sea of ​​consciousness.

Back in the real world, Aiden discovered that his patronus's eyes had become a little more alert.

Then, he waved his wand and the Patronus began to transform into a group of butterflies. A large group of silver-white butterflies fluttered in the room, looking spectacular.

"Hmm, wait, if I can sneak into the Patronus' island of consciousness, can I develop a unique means of movement based on the Patronus spell?"

Aiden's imagination came to him again, so he collected all the butterflies and transformed them back into dragon form.

Dive into the guardian god's sea of ​​consciousness and control the guardian god to fly out.

Aiden sat in the guardian's island of consciousness, determining and guiding the guardian's movements through the external images displayed in the bubble.

Soon the Guardian touched the wall and passed through it without any obstruction.

"Love is unstoppable." Aiden smiled.

The naughty dragon flew around in the corridors of the castle, attracting the attention of a group of little wizards.

Slowly, more and more people followed Aiden's patronus.

Some knowledgeable young wizards had already recognized that this was the patronus, and fortunately it did not cause too much commotion.

Aiden, riding on the Patronus, floated all the way to the principal's office.

Dumbledore, who was still slacking off, saw the dragon-shaped Patronus flying in, stopped what he was doing, and prepared to listen to Aiden's message.

Then he saw Aiden slowly emerging from the Patronus.

Dumbledore was stunned: "......"

"It's been less than half a day, and you've come up with something new, Aiden." Dumbledore sighed.

"Well, professor, this may be my unique ability. Let the patronus enter a sleepwalking state, and then I hide in the patronus's dream." Aiden explained briefly.

"Why don't you try casting a spell at me?" Aiden suggested.

Then a sudden stunning spell hit Aiden, his chest was shattered by the spell, turned into butterflies and floated away, and a big hole appeared.

Dumbledore fell silent again: "......"

"Okay Aiden, I've been surprised enough today, so let's stop here." Dumbledore didn't ask any questions and directly ordered him to leave.

Having successfully impressed Dumbledore, Aiden left the principal's office with satisfaction.

In the afternoon, Dumbledore informed Aiden to come to an empty classroom on the fourth floor.

The chairs in the classroom had been moved away and a huge round table was placed in the middle. Aiden could smell the mixed smell of wood and stale air.

When Aiden came in, there were already a lot of people waiting, they were all Hogwarts school directors.

Dumbledore saw Aiden coming and nodded to him.

Aiden found a place to sit down casually.

After waiting for a while, the focus of the meeting walked in with his cane. It was Lucius.

He raised his head and looked around at the people at the round table, finally locking his eyes on Dumbledore who was sitting at the head seat.

Lucius frowned, knowing that the visitor had ill intentions, but he did not show any cowardice. He strode to the empty seat and sat down.

"Okay, now that you're angry, let's start discussing today's topic." Dumbledore announced the start of the meeting. The reflection from his half-moon glasses made it difficult to see what he was thinking.

"Should I get a pair of double-sided glasses? That way I'll look more handsome when I see the reflections." Aiden, who was sitting at the bottom, thought to himself.

Lucius felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly depressing, and he frowned.

"Let's get straight to the point, Dumbledore. I believe all of you directors are very busy. Especially one of you, he has a heavy workload to deal with, right?" Lucius tried to divert everyone's strange attention away from himself.

"It's just a little academic achievement, which cannot compare to the active performance of a certain school director in recent times. Has the family's business begun to shrink, and he wants to get involved in Hogwarts?" Aiden did not indulge Lucius and directly revealed his past.

"You..." Lucius was about to say something, but Aiden took off his hat and he shut up.

The other school directors looked at the sharp horns on Aiden's head and fell into deep thought.

"Haha, all the school directors are very energetic, unlike an old man like me. Then let's start the topic, which is about the issue of whether director Lucius should stay or go." Dumbledore played Tai Chi and then dropped the bombshell.

"What? This is ridiculous. You can't fire me." Lucius just felt it was ridiculous.

He glanced at the other school directors with a threatening look, but this time, for some reason his threat failed.

"Lucius, in light of your threatening behavior some time ago, the rest of us school directors have reached an agreement.

You will be removed from the ranks of Hogwarts directors, and the directors will subscribe to your vacated shares according to their existing shareholding ratios."

Orfus Lestrange stood up. In fact, after Aiden reached an agreement with the Lestrange family, they completely sided with Aiden and now acted as a bridgehead for Dumbledore.

"You, you are not afraid..." Lucius threatened.

Suddenly, butterflies were flying in the classroom, and the swarm of butterflies gathered behind Lucius. A silver-white illusory dragon appeared behind Lucius.

At the same time, its sharp teeth were bared, hanging over Lucius' head.

Everyone's attention was immediately focused on the figure who had his legs crossed on the table, playing with a black walnut wand.

"What's wrong? Go on." Aiden said with a nonchalant attitude.

But the people present were shrouded in a double shock of mind and magic. Although they did not make any movements, it was impossible to ignore the figure sitting on the chair.

"Well, please don't disrupt the discussion of the board of directors."

Dumbledore spoke, and his gentle magic and mental power swept over, dissipating the pressure on the school directors, but he was in a stalemate with Aiden's power.

Dumbledore: "..."

Not intending to offend the old principal, Aiden took the initiative to withdraw his magic power.

"Alas, young people are impatient. I hope the school directors can be more tolerant." Dumbledore seemed to be apologizing for Aiden, but in fact, he could hardly suppress his smile.