Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After explaining the situation to Professor McGonagall with great effort, Aiden headed towards Ravenclaw with a cheerful pace.

In the Gryffindor common room, the twins lifted Harry high.

The entire Gryffindor was celebrating for Harry because they all believed that Harry had bypassed Dumbledore's age line through technology.

...except Ron, who firmly believed that Harry had entered the competition without telling him.

Jealousy, envy and regret were intertwined in his heart, and he had a quarrel with Harry for the first time.

On the other hand, Ravenclaw seems to have little interest in Aiden becoming a warrior.

"It's Aiden after all.", "Yeah, yeah"... and other similar remarks continued.

Professor Flitwick happily set off a few fireworks for Aiden, and then nothing happened.

All the way back to the dormitory, I felt that the treatment I received was no different from usual.

"Aren't you all curious?" Aiden asked his roommate.

"When you voted, you broke Dumbledore's age range in front of everyone, so the young wizards in Ravenclaw were already shocked." Edmund shook his head.

"Moreover, the most rational Ravenclaws have already given all their attention to you. What else do you want everyone to react to?" Ethan also said.

"I always feel that it's just like married life, dull and boring with only the daily necessities," Aiden complained.

"You'll get used to it." * 2

They both complained at the same time, then fell onto the pillows in unison and covered themselves with the quilt.

The next day, Harry met Hermione again at the Gryffindor table.

"Hermione, can you help me explain to Ron? He seems to be in a bad mood." Harry whispered to Hermione.

"No, I can't go. You have to explain yourself if you want to reconcile."

Hermione last night saw through Harry's confusion and believed that he didn't do such a thing for the limelight.

Unfortunately, Harry tried to talk to Ron several times, but Ron just snorted and ran away.

In the hall, Aiden and his two roommates walked in. Ron passed by Aiden and snorted at him.

"???" Aiden instantly understood Ron's thoughts and a question mark appeared above his head.

Because Aiden and Harry were elected as warriors, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, who had always disliked each other, suddenly became united against a common enemy.

Draco was doing his utmost to spread rumors about Harry. As for why he didn't dare to offend Aiden, it was because the Dueling Society still had its reputation.

For the next two days, Harry was devastated by the events of the Goblet of Fire.

He was so upset that he cast the wrong spell in Charms class and blew Professor Flitwick away, and was punished with extra homework.

Fortunately, Hermione gave Harry a lot of comfort. At the same time, Hagrid also secretly told Harry in class that he would always believe in him, which made Harry feel a lot better.

Harry and Ron's cold war continued until Monday, in front of the Potions classroom.

Draco was handing out badges with 'Potter Stinks' printed on them, and he blocked Harry in front of the door, while Ron watched coldly from the side.

"Like this, Scarhead?" Draco challenged.

"Go away, Malfoy." Hermione walked over to defend her eldest son.

"None of your business, you mudblood."

Malfoy's words angered Harry, and he took out his wand and fired the Boil Curse at Malfoy.

Malfoy ducked, and the curse flew over his head and hit Goyle.

The angry Malfoy took out his wand and fought back, but Goyle behind him pulled his clothes, causing his front teeth to hit Hermione like a club.

Hermione's front teeth immediately grew to her collar, and Goyle rolled on the ground.

At this time, Snape heard the commotion outside and pushed open the door of the Potions classroom. "What happened?"

"Malfoy bullies girls!" Harry spoke first.

"Huh, I don't see any difference." Snape said coldly.

Hearing this, Hermione covered her face and ran away, while Harry and Ron cursed Snape together.

"Gryffindor insulted the professor, fifty points deducted, and detention." Snape left in a happy mood.

After class, Snape wanted Harry to stay to test the effect of the antidote, and thoughtfully prepared the poison for him.

At this moment, Harry's hatred for him reached its peak.

Unfortunately, this experiment did not continue because Aiden walked in.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt your parent-child time, but Harry needs to gather in the Warriors' Lounge for an exclusive interview with the Daily Prophet." Aiden leaned against the door frame and raised his eyebrows.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly, and Harry rushed out of the classroom as quickly as if he had been rescued a hostage.

Aiden was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Snape.

"... Help me protect that child. I can pay you whatever reward you need, even this life."

Professor Snape's voice was very faint, but as a manipulator, Aiden's five senses were far superior to those of ordinary people, so he could barely hear it.

"Do you still have feelings for Harry?"

Snape's cold words in the headmaster's office last night really made Aiden think that Snape had given up on Harry.

"Always."

......

On the other side, Rita Skeeter entered Hogwarts with mixed feelings.

Because of some small actions she had done recently, she was very afraid to meet the person involved.

"What a great...foursome." Rita's voice trembled a little.

"It seems that Miss Rita seems to have some different opinions about us." The dragon eyes with different colors stared at her.

"Eh↘↗, it's nothing. You are all excellent warriors. Let's start our interview quickly." Rita took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat off her face.

"Then let's start with the youngest." Rita bowed to Aiden and led him to the interview room.

Entering the interview room, Rita closed the door and cast a silencing spell.

"Sit down." Aiden leaned on the sofa, picked up Lada and stroked her fur.

"Master, how do you think we should write this interview?" Rita asked with her head down.

"Of course in your usual style, Rita." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"But my usual style is not..."

Rita smiled slightly, but shuddered when she saw the pair of deep, heterochromatic eyes.

"Rita, Rita, did I do something wrong to make you have strange thoughts about me?" Aiden put Rada on the table and stood up.

"Look at this Dark Lord-like title. Look, Rita, am I so despicable in your heart?" Aiden turned his back to Rita.

"No, Master, no... My Lord, I was wrong, please give me another chance." Rita prayed anxiously.

"Look, Rita. I kept my will for you and invested in the Daily Prophet to help you stay popular. And how did you repay me?"

Aiden pulled out a stack of intelligence that Arthursie had collected in Knockturn Alley and threw it on the table.

It records Rita's whereabouts over the past year. She has been tirelessly looking for various news about Prewitt, trying to make some things public.

However, intelligence is two-way, just like sight. If you see the other person's eyes, it will be easier for the other person to see you.

"There's no second chance, Rita." Aiden turned around, and his virtual personality climbed onto the island of consciousness.

Then the interview went on as normal, with no one noticing that one reporter had lost herself.