Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Ahem, Umbridge, there are serious omissions in the management of subordinates. You are temporarily relieved of your position as deputy minister." Fudge continued to order.

"However, according to magic regulations, a single piece of evidence cannot be used as the basis for a final decision." Fudge wanted to struggle.

Unfortunately, his clownish behavior only earned him more contempt.

"Well, I have a witness here, don't I?" Dumbledore snapped his fingers and the door of the Wizengamot opened automatically.

Mrs. Figg came in and Dumbledore stood up and offered his chair to her.

"Oh, you want her to testify? A Squib," Fudge sneered.

Mrs. Figg pulled out RP...a magic wand from her bag, and some people laughed when they saw this.

"Call the gods to protect you."

Mrs Figg's wand tip lit up and a British blue cat Patronus scurried out in front of her wand.

"This is impossible!" A large group of people stood up in shock.

"She's just a Squib...that doesn't make sense." Fudge's glasses fell to the ground and broke, but he was so shocked that he didn't notice it at all.

"How did you become a wizard?" Some people couldn't wait to catch Mrs. Figg and torture her.

Aiden frowned, raised the fingers of his right hand, and tapped them lightly on the armchair, the sound echoing in the Wizengamot.

In an instant, all the emotions in everyone's hearts were instantly blank.

He entered the Sage Time without any motivation, and even his fear of Aiden disappeared.

"Gentlemen, I know you are all eager to explore the secrets of Ms. Figg. After all, who can guarantee that there will be no Squibs in future generations? But the focus now is Mr. Harry Potter's case, isn't it?"

Aiden stood up and wandered around the courtroom. A complex picture appeared in his hand, and everyone's attention was attracted by this picture.

"Well, it's time for this farce to come to an end. Those who agree that Harry Potter is guilty raise your hands."

Ms. Bones couldn't stand Fudge's use of the Holy Tribunal as a means of retaliation, so she simply pushed the case forward.

Of the people present, only Fudge and Umbridge raised their hands.

"Oh, it looks like this lady has been fired, so her vote shouldn't count." Aiden raised an eyebrow at Umbridge.

Then he happily watched her smiling face twist and swell.

"Now, raise your hands if you disagree that Harry Potter is guilty." Most of the wizards in the Wizengamot raised their hands.

The farce was over and Fudge was unable to resist the consciousness of the majority of people, otherwise the blessing on him would disappear.

Dumbledore took out his wand and made the floral chair disappear. He greeted them curtly and turned away.

Harry called out to the professor, but unfortunately he didn't turn around.

Aiden also wanted to leave, but Fudge stopped him.

"Mr. Prewett, the means of transforming ordinary people into wizards should be under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge said condescendingly.

Aiden left without looking back, raised a middle finger at Fudge and left him with a mocking back.

The wizards of the Wizengamot chased after him, leaving Fudge alone, furious.

"Minister." Umbridge came over pitifully.

"You will be the general manager of my shop in Diagon Alley. After you have accumulated a certain amount of political achievements, I will transfer you to the Department of Incidental Magical Disasters."

Fudge left a word and then walked out.

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Aiden dealt with enthusiastic wizards one by one. Finally, he was so tired that he could only use psychological invisibility to create an illusion to deal with them.

He and the director sat in the lounge nearby drinking tea.

"So, why are you suddenly asking me to release the technology?" Aiden asked.

"There are too many of them. If we continue like this, we will be discovered." The director smiled bitterly.

"What do you mean?" Aiden was confused.

"We have converted a total of 300,000 wizards during this period of time!" The director revealed an astronomical figure.

"What, why are there so many?" Aiden frowned.

“The King of the Deep World recovered too quickly. We cut the core a second time and reached an agreement with the guardians of other regions to jointly transform the wizard.

Now there are expected transformation wizards all over Europe, and most parts of Africa have also begun trial transformation. "The director explained.

"Where are so many wizards hiding? Won't it lead to a large-scale exposure incident?" Aiden asked.

"Use the Untraceable Extension Charm and the Confusion Charm to hide them for the time being. There are reports of large-scale disappearances among Muggles, but unfortunately their top brass don't seem to care much." The director spread his hands.

"You guys only target countries with large populations, right?" Aiden rolled up his eyes, which looked like crescent moons.

The director also smiled and took a sip of the tea. The communication between the two foxes did not need to be so detailed.

Harry's hearing finally ended, and Sirius escorted him all the way to King's Cross Station.

"Well, it seems I can only take you here." Sirius said.

"I'll write you a letter." Harry gave him a hug.

"But where is your luggage?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Aiden said he hid his luggage in his dreams. Sirius, do you know what kind of magic this is?"

Harry said to Sirius, "Coach, I want to learn this."

"Well, it may be a family heirloom. But it doesn't matter. I will teach you all the magic of the Black family in the future." Sirius patted his chest to ease the embarrassment.

The train whistle sounded, and the little wizards got on the train one after another. With the blessings and expectations of their loved ones, the Hogwarts train set out on its journey.

"Well, look who this is. After a summer vacation, she seems to be more charming?" A familiar voice sounded in the private room.

"I was already immune to this word when I was six, Edmund," Aiden said, putting the book down.

"See, I told you he wouldn't react, just give me the money." Ethan popped up from behind.

"Tsk." Edmund reluctantly took out ten knuts and handed them to Ethan.

"You two actually used me as a gambler." Aiden pounced forward with a dragon roar.

"He did it first!" Ethan decisively betrayed Edmund.

"You are an ungrateful guy." Edmund turned around to avoid the dragon's attack and turned to pounce on Ethan.

Several people were playing and fighting in the private room.

The train did not arrive at Hogwarts until night. It was the beginning of a new school year, and many young wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, went to the lake to take a boat ride.

"Professor McGonagall?" Aiden tilted his head.

"Maybe Hagrid is sick, it's really rare." Edmund sighed.

The few of them crossed the path and came to the woods behind the station to wait for the carriage.

"Merlin, what is this?" Edmund suddenly cried out in fright.

"You can't believe you can only see the Thestrals now." Ethan smiled.

"What?" Edmund asked in confusion.

"A magical animal that can only be seen by people who have witnessed death. Did you witness anyone's death during your holidays?" Aiden asked.

"Someone raided our family during the holidays, and that person was shot dead by the guards who accompanied us." Edmund recalled those hateful eyes in his mind.

"Then you have to strengthen security, after all, the storm is coming." Aiden said.