Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Harry plucked up the courage to find Arthursie and explained his purpose to her.

Arthursi smelled a familiar smell of depravity behind this matter.

"I don't know where this despicable aura came from. Is it from that man?" Arthuri whispered.

"What did you say?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Nothing, let's go, we need a place to talk." Arthursie smiled at Harry.

"How about going to Hagrid's hut?" Harry suggested.

In order to avoid the two people who were in a cold war, Harry found a way to invite Ron and Hermione to Hagrid's hut together.

"Okay, sit down." Arthur's voice was filled with the comfort of a psychiatrist.

Hermione and Ron felt their anger dissipate a little, and sat down with cold faces.

"Hoho, what's going on?" Hagrid prepared a cup of tea for each of them.

"It's still her dead cat." Ron crossed his arms.

"I already told you there's no way Crookshanks is going back to eat your dead rat," Hermione retorted.

Hagrid, who understood what was going on, looked at the two of them seriously and said,

"You can't do that. Friends are more important than mice and broomsticks."

Hagrid's earnest words did not appease Hermione and Ron.

"Well, let's talk about it." Arthuri narrowed her eyes.

"Nothing to talk about," Ron muttered.

"First of all, are you sure your rat is dead?" asked Arthursi.

"Of course, with all that blood, Scabbers must be dead," Ron shouted.

"So, are you sure it was Crookshanks who killed Scabbers? Don't lie to me, I can tell."

There was a terrifying power in Arthursi's words, as if there was a dragon staring at Ron from behind.

"Oh my god, she's like Aiden. I mean when they're serious."

Harry whispered into Hagrid's ear and Hagrid nodded.

"I...I."

Ron couldn't keep his word under the force of intimidation because he didn't have sufficient evidence.

"So, Hermione, what about you? Are you also absolutely sure that Crookshanks didn't eat Ron's mouse?" Arthur looked at Hermione again.

"Of course, Crookshanks comes into contact with me every day. If he eats raw food, at least there will be dirt on his hair. But Crookshanks has been very clean these days."

As a top student, Hermione always had clear and complete logic, and she immediately proved Crookshanks' innocence.

"So, Mr. Weasley, do you admit that you are just taking your anger out on the death of the mouse?" Arthurie hinted.

The voice went straight into Ron's heart, and his conscience and reason were constantly questioning himself.

"Yes." Ron bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Then, should we be responsible and admit our mistakes?" asked Arthursi.

"Sorry, Hermione." Ron apologized to Hermione.

"Hmph, never mind. I won't bother with you." This time it was Hermione's turn to cross her arms.

Seeing that the relationship between the two friends seemed to have eased, Harry smiled knowingly.

"Well, now that the matter is settled, I'll take my leave." Arthursi lifted the edge of her robe and bowed like a lady.

With the rapidly increasing progress of the role-playing and a happy mood, I set foot on the stone road back to the castle.

......

The next day, following the shared location of the monocle, Arthuri pushed open the door of an abandoned classroom.

A gray-white dragon with heterochromatic pupils was lurking in the classroom, and strange runes seemed to be flashing on the dragon's scales.

The more Arthursi looked, the more fascinated she became, as if she was about to merge into these runes, transform into a wisp of thought, and return to the warm sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

"Bang." A knife hit Arthuri's head and she fell to the ground.

The invisible thoughts created waves in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, causing the dissolved Arthursi to gather again.

The comfort from the demigod instantly stabilized her emotions.

"What is this?" Arthur asked in confusion.

"The form of a mythical creature can be unfolded once you reach Sequence Four. People who don't meet the spiritual standards cannot look directly at it." Aiden explained.

"Is my spirituality still not up to standard?" Arthuri stood up and dusted herself off.

“Meet the standard, or you will become my loyal slave the first time you see me.

Besides, even if I leave you alone, I think you will recover on your own after a while." Aiden said with a smile.

"Well, by the way, I have a question for you." After a while, Arthursi, who had regained consciousness, asked.

"Go on." Aiden raised his hand.

"Why did Harry Potter and his friends gain so much more progress in acting through psychological therapy than the rest of Slytherin?" Arthurie discovered the blind spot.

“Because the weight of fate is different.”

Aiden poured a glass of lemon juice for Arthursie, and Arthursie looked disgusted.

"How come you like this!"

"Ma'am, you have to know that in this world, everyone has a different destiny. Some people's destiny will affect many people, while others are insignificant."

Aiden took a sip of lemon juice and told the cruel truth of the wizarding world.

"As wizards, we naturally possess higher powers, so our minds are strong and can even be ahead of our souls, thus controlling the magic power."

As Aiden spoke, a beetle flew in from the window.

Arthur wanted to ask something else when she noticed Aiden pointed his index finger at her red lips.

The beetle floated and landed on Aiden's shoulder.

"Heh." The boy's laughter was like an uncut jade, and combined with his delicate face, it had a beauty that transcended the mundane.

"Well, let's just change our name from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor. It's really brave of one or two people to do this."

Aiden reached out and picked up Ladybug.

"What is this?" Arthursi asked after hearing Aiden's voice.

"The true form is revealed."

Aiden used a beautiful wandless spell to transform the ladybug he caught back into human form.

"Rita Skeeter!" Arthurie, who often read the Daily Prophet, obviously recognized this person.

"Oh, what a coincidence! I came back to visit my alma mater teacher, how come you caught me?"

As expected of a paparazzi, Rita Skeeter started talking nonsense right from the start.

"It's okay. Go to sleep and forget what you just heard. When you wake up, just remember the fact that we discovered your true identity."

The operator reached out to Rita, his voice stretched out in Rita Skeeter's ears, and finally Rita Skeeter fell into darkness.

Arthur, who was watching Aiden cooking up Rita Skeeter, shuddered.

"And you say you're not the Dark Lord," Arthur teased.

"At least I still have a nose, and I don't like setting fire to Paris." Aiden made a joke, but unfortunately Arthursi couldn't follow up.

"Okay, stop being weird. What are you going to do with this woman?" asked Arthuri.

"Leave it to you." Aiden raised his beautiful eyebrows and a smirk appeared on his face.

"I!!??"