Hogwarts's Master of Mind

The opening ceremony began. Dumbledore, sitting in the middle, was wearing an elegant dark green robe embroidered with stars and moons.

The corner of Aiden's eye twitched slightly, and Dumbledore, sensing Aiden's gaze, blinked at him.

The Sorting Hat had composed a new song this year, much to Harry's amusement.

Professor McGonagall took the parchment and began this year's sorting ceremony.

"Stuart Ackerley."

One of the young wizards walked up and Professor McGonagall put the hat on his head.

"Ravenclaw!"

"Malcolm Bardock," "Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone," "Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey", "Gryffindor"

......

Aiden was not very interested in the sorting, but Harry would look at the Ravenclaw table every time someone was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Aiden felt a burning gaze directed at him. He looked up and found Harry staring blankly at the Ravenclaw table.

"Harry fell in love with Qiu Zhang? When?" Aiden was full of doubts.

'During Quidditch matches and on the train, the two chatted and were inseparable. 'The system bubbled.

'How come I didn't notice? ' Aiden asked.

"Silly boy, you blocked the messages of your virtual personality yourself," the system complained.

Aiden's gaze turned to his island of consciousness, where 999+ thoughts piled up.

'Uh, filter out the unimportant ones,' Aiden ordered.

In the end, only three thoughts were left floating around, and Aiden checked them out one by one.

Discovered Wormtail's actions, gossip about Harry, and observations of the storm of consciousness during the Quidditch match.

Wormtail has teamed up with Voldemort to capture Bertha Jorkins, and Voldemort used a very cruel black magic to read Barty Crouch's secret from Bertha Jorkins' mind.

The two men killed her and kidnapped Barty Crouch Jr. from the Crouch home.

Together, the three attacked Mad-Eye Moody, and now Barty Crouch Jr. has gone to Hogwarts disguised as Moody.

Aiden skipped over the gossip about Harry and Qiu Zhang.

Another important thing is the storm in the sea of ​​consciousness observed by the virtual personalities.

Wizards, this magical group of creatures, possess minds beyond the soul and the storms they cause cannot be underestimated.

Fudge's calculation this time was indeed wrong. If he were in a peaceful and stable environment, he would have held large-scale events for wizards.

It can indeed bring him a good positive image and political reputation, but he forgot that Britain is now facing increasingly turbulent undercurrents.

The sudden storm in the sea of ​​consciousness combined with the situation within the British magical world further intensified the prophecy.

"So, Voldemort's resurrection can no longer be stopped?"

Aiden frowned, and his pair of dragon eyes penetrated the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness to observe the bigger storm in the distance.

"Actually, there is a way. You can directly advance to Sequence One and use the writer's ability to control the sea of ​​consciousness to calm the storm." The system came out and said some nonsense.

Aiden rolled his eyes at the system and returned to the real world.

The sorting was over, and Dumbledore stood on the stage and announced that dinner was ready. The table was instantly filled with rich food.

At dinner, Aiden had little interest in the food because of the storm in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Oh my God, Aiden, are you okay? This is the first time I see you eat so little!" Edmund was a little worried.

"No, you don't understand. When you reach my age... No, even if you know, you probably won't be able to eat well." Aiden shook his head.

"Broken heart?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. "With your title as the Ravenclaw Rose, you can definitely bring a new female companion every day. You don't have to give up the entire forest for a tree. Maybe you can try the sea water."

"Get lost." Aiden gave him the middle finger.

At the Gryffindor table, Nick was moving among the little wizards as usual.

"The Hogwarts long table can always produce food. Is this some kind of magic?" Hermione asked Ron curiously.

"Well, I don't know. Mom cooks all the meals in our house. Sometimes Aiden cooks too. Mom has praised Aiden several times." Ron grabbed the chicken leg indifferently.

"Oh, let me answer your question, Hermione." Nick heard Hermione's question floating over.

"Nick, do you know this spell that makes food appear?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"No, the food was made by the house-elves and simply transferred to your table using magic," Nick explained.

"Oh, I know, just like Dobby." Harry nodded.

"House-elves are the best assistants for wizards. They don't need wages and don't need rest. Generally, powerful wizards have house-elves serving them at home." Nick said.

"What? How can wizards do this? Isn't this exploitation?" Hermione put down her plate angrily.

"Why do you say that? Isn't it an attempt to have house-elves serve wizards?" Ron didn't know why Hermione was angry.

Angry Hermione did not answer Ron, but secretly decided to refuse the food made by the house-elf.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Dumbledore stood up and gave his final speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you full?"

Hermione secretly spat at Dumbledore in the audience.

"Now that we're done eating, let's introduce this semester's new professor."

Dumbledore raised his hand and pointed to a small door next to him. At the same time, thunder sounded from the starry ceiling of Hogwarts.

The sudden thunder scared many young wizards. The castle was furious. Someone entered Hogwarts with pure malice.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a broad castle rises from the ocean, bringing the consciousness islands of many little wizards under its protection.

The castle unconsciously emitted special fluctuations, urging the people who had communicated with it last time to eliminate the danger in the castle as soon as possible.

"No, you want me to grind him to dust right now?" Aiden rolled his eyes and looked at the person who was about to push the door open.

An old man with gray hair, a face full of scars and a piece of flesh cut off from his nose walked in.

He limped, his prosthetic limb carved from wood ending in a claw.

He walked to the middle of the auditorium and took out his wine flask to take a sip.

Moody raised his wand and cast a spell into the sky, using a powerful Confounding Spell to dispel the clouds covering the castle's ceiling.

Others in the classroom had heard of him.

"Alastor" Dumbledore extended his hand to his old friend.

"Albus, this is a broken ceiling." Moody complained.

"Dear students, I have good news to announce. Alastor Moody will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Everyone was shocked by Dumbledore's decision, and only Dumbledore and Hagrid applauded Moody.

As for Aiden, he was still considering whether to take action.