Hogwarts's Master of Mind

It was the penultimate week of August and the new school year seemed to be about to begin, and Aiden had to turn his attention away from his studies.

That day, Aiden opened his eyes on his pillow, turned over, and saw a silver unicorn resting its head on his pillow.

Aiden: 'It's okay if you chase me to my house.'

The unicorn didn't say anything, but Aiden already knew why it came here.

Get up, wash up, and have breakfast.

Aiden was at home one second, and appeared in a circular hall the next.

He walked through the corridor with ease, and a young lady greeted Aiden familiarly on the way.

He came to the office door and kicked it open without hesitation.

"So, what kind of important matter concerning the life and death of wizards required you to specially put the patronus at the head of my bed?" Aiden came up and teased.

"No, I just remembered that our dividend deadline has arrived, so I notified our shareholders to come and collect it." The director said with a smile.

"Hey, you are so polite, how can you personally inform me of such a small matter?"

Aiden immediately changed his attitude and showed a mercenary smile. After all, who would want to make things difficult for Garlon?

"Oh, and one more thing, we have received a request from Hogwarts for the use of the Time Turner."

The director threw a stack of reports to Aiden.

"Just receive it, why give it to me?" Aiden was a little confused.

"An unknown principal has told me to hand this matter over to you. Before the handover, we also need an alchemy master to maintain the time converter in the department."

The director looked at Aiden, the expectation in his eyes was self-evident.

"No, don't you have your own alchemist in the Department of Mysteries?" Aiden asked back.

"But they were all assigned to be in charge of Puwit's shop, weren't they?" The freeloaders were obvious in the director's eyes.

"Devils, you are all devils." Aiden's protests were ineffective.

......

After passing through one of the doors in the circular hall and walking through a long corridor, the director brought Aiden to the Time Hall.

There are many shelves installed on the walls of the Time Hall. The left side is filled with various clocks, and the right side is filled with animals that repeat the same actions over and over again.

In the middle is a huge pendulum, which I think is one of the weapons that the director revealed to Aiden before - the retroactive pendulum.

"Tell me, since you want me to maintain it, shouldn't I reveal some specific details?" Aiden looked at the director.

The director took out a book and handed it to Aiden, saying,

"This is a record of the hour reversal spell. The method of making a time converter is to add the time sand generated when the retroactive pendulum is on standby, and attach the hour reversal spell to each grain of time sand."

The director told Aiden the secret of the Time Hall in a simple and clear manner.

"Every one? That's not..." Aiden was just speaking when the director interrupted him.

"Yes, it's an extremely huge workload, enough to drive any alchemist bald. Otherwise, why do you think we announced to the public that this thing has been lost?" The director spread his hands.

"Can't the hour reversal spell take the wizard directly to the past?" Aiden asked again.

“No, at least we can’t. The essence of this spell is to locate the past self in the mind, and then fold time to project the mind of the future wizard back to the past.

And with the sand of time, the wizard's body can be transferred together. The combination of the two is the time converter you see."

The director briefly introduced the Hour Reversal Spell. It seemed that he himself had done in-depth research on this spell.

"So what about the sand of time?" Aiden asked.

"Hmm, Long, are you going to join us?" The director's fox eyes swept over Aiden, making his hair stand on end.

"Forget it, then don't tell me. I'll study it myself." Aiden snorted.

He picked up the book and walked out.

Then he used the Patronus to send a message to his aunt, and Aiden began a new 'retreat'.

Time is undoubtedly the most precious thing. A week's time is like sand escaping through the cracks between your fingers.

During this time, Aiden successfully learned the Hour Reversal Spell and was also able to carve the Hour Reversal Spell into the sands of time.

According to the information provided by the director, in order to successfully create a time converter, three thousand grains of modified time sand are needed.

Even with Aiden's skills in the alchemy lab, it would take two weeks of work in a fully equipped alchemy lab to complete one.

"That's why I gave the maintenance work to you. Use the spell to absorb the ineffective time sand and re-engraved the hour reversal spell. The workload is much less than making a new one."

The director said that he was entirely concerned about Aiden's hairline.

"Come on, you just need an alchemist who works for you for free and stays at Hogwarts 24 hours a day." Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Since you all know how valuable this thing is, why do you still lend it to the little wizard?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Because little wizards are the future, and no matter how precious something is, if it is not created to make wizards' lives better, then it would be a waste." The director spread his hands.

After hearing what the director said, Aiden did not ask any further questions, but just gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

......

The Weasley family was featured in the Daily Prophet, which was printed and sent to the entire British wizarding world.

As it happens, one of Azka's beaters ordered the paper.

Then a Daily Prophet with a fat rat on the cover was sent to Azkaban.

That night, an incident caused an uproar in the wizarding world. Azkaban, known as the Iron Wall, was breached from the inside.

The next morning, the Ministry of Magic's wanted order was spread throughout England through the Daily Prophet.

Sirius Black, escaped from prison.

It was the end of August and England entered the rainy season, and the climate became cold and humid.

Fudge came to the joint office with a cane, where Arthur was sitting, asking a man from MI6 questions.

Fudge walked in, smiled at the man, and then said,

"Sir, we need to contact the Muggle Prime Minister."

The agent stood up, saluted, pulled out a satellite phone, and began reporting to his superiors.

Soon the phone call to the British Prime Minister's Office was received, and the famous Muggle Prime Minister was John Major.

John answered the phone and learned from it that the Minister of Magic was about to visit.

After hanging up the phone, John calmly picked up a cup of tea. Then, there was a flash in space, and Fudge appeared in Downing Street with two Aurors.

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister." Fudge bowed slightly to him.

"Oh, that's true. I never thought that wizards really exist. Why didn't my ex ever tell me?" I was a little surprised at first.

"Perhaps it's because it's not easy to deal with wizards." Fudge explained with a smile.

He sat down casually on the sofa, waved his wand, and the tea set danced to Fudge, preparing a cup of hot tea for him.

"Okay, what do you wizards want to talk to me about?" John was an old politician after all, so he got straight to the point.

"We have a dangerous prisoner who has escaped from prison. Now he has fled to your world. I hope to work with you to hunt him down." Fudge said.

"He's just a fugitive. Is it necessary to mobilize such a large force?" John was somewhat reluctant.

"Because he's a wizard. He can easily blow up a street. You don't want law and order to be disrupted, do you?"

Fudge picked up the tea and took a sip, as if he was sure of victory.

"Oh, that's too bad, that's a real terrorist." John said with a double entendre.

"Only these dangerous, crazy wizards would be like this. After all, there are also mentally ill people among Muggles, right?" Fudge gently avoided the question.

"Well, okay, I will cooperate with you wizards to issue a wanted order. Is there anything else?" John agreed and issued an order to expel them.

"No more. Have a nice day, Mr. Prime Minister." Fudge nodded, and the space flashed as he left the Prime Minister's office.

After leaving, Fudge and the Prime Minister, who were in different areas, showed disgusted expressions at the same time.

But this does not affect the spread of a fresh wanted poster across Britain.