Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Another weekend ended, and Edmund handed the list to Aiden, while Aiden also handed him his own patronus research notes.

"Then I look forward to Professor Prewett's great performance." Edmund raised his notebook and waved it.

In the Transfiguration class on Monday, Professor McGonagall once again explained the magic of the Vanishing Charm to all the students.

And have all the little wizards practice sending the mice away.

After class, Aiden picked up his books and prepared to leave, but Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"Mr. Prewett, would you please come here for a moment?"

"Of course, Professor." Aiden nodded.

In the office, Professor McGonagall poured Aiden a cup of black tea and brought him a plate of ginger salamander cookies.

But this thing tastes bad. As for why Aiden knows this, a dream weaver learned it from a dream.

Quietly pushing some of the cookies aside, Aiden asked, "Professor, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, I heard that you did quite well in your fifth year Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Professor McGonagall rubbed her hands.

"Well, yes, Professor Umbridge is a conscientious 'good professor'." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, then Mr. Prewett, I hope this kind of goodness can spread to other grades." Professor McGonagall said meaningfully.

Aiden: "...excuse me?"

"Seriously?" Aiden tilted his head.

"Yes." Dean Maomao nodded.

"But this will be discovered," Aiden said shyly.

"Are you kidding me?" the vice principal questioned.

"If you agree, all the teachers will turn a blind eye to you if you don't show up in other classes in the future," said Professor McGonagall.

"Deal!" Long took the bait.

"Hmph," the deputy principal narrowed his eyes.

.....Oh no, I got fooled.

So in the following period of time, everyone felt that Umbridge's teaching level had improved by leaps and bounds.

A certain dragon with heterochromatic eyes smiled slightly, hiding his merits and fame.

The Gemini joke shop opened on Tuesday and they are selling their products through the mail at schools.

At the same time, they secretly published the news in the Daily Prophet without telling Mrs. Molly.

Fortunately, because of Harry's matter, Molly unsubscribed from the Daily Prophet, otherwise they would have been flooded with yelling letters for a few days.

"Aiden, our beautiful little brother, would you like a piece of quick-acting skipping candy?" George put his arm around Aiden's shoulders, just like he did when they were little.

"It's only one Sickle per pill and it can help you escape from boring classes." Fred put his arm around Aiden's other shoulder and promoted it.

"Give me three." Aiden took out three Sickles and handed them to them.

"The boss is generous." George took out candy from the box.

Aiden laid down the drugged parts and stuffed them all into his mouth.

"Wait, that's not how you eat it." Fred was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw this scene.

"Uh ↗burp↘." Aiden burped and commented, "It tastes pretty good."

"My God, you ate enough to bring down an adult fire dragon, and nothing happened?" George was stunned.

"You see, it doesn't work for me." Aiden spread his hands, intending to use this as a warning to them not to try to sell him products again.

Unexpectedly, this aroused the interest of the two people.

"Try this, Fat Tongue Toffee!" Fred took out a candy from the second layer of the small drawer.

Aiden ate it, but still no effect.

"Here's canary candy!" George also took out the candy.

"Acid Bubble Gum", "Constipation Kernels", "Exploding Magic Wand Candy"...

"Hu~Hu~" The two men sat on the ground panting, with Aiden, who was fine, standing next to them.

"How did you do that?" George asked.

"Not to mention your ongoing attempts to kill shareholders,

After I completed the transformation of magical creatures, my magic system is different from yours.

Conventional medicine and magic may not be able to work on me anymore." Aiden explained.

"Can I..." Fred gave a squinting smile.

"No way." Aiden crossed his arms.

......

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had their afternoon Herbology class together, and Aiden rushed to the shed as usual.

On the way, Aiden saw Harry and Luna standing together.

I walked over quietly and saw two people talking.

"Hello, Harry Potter." Luna knew who was coming without turning around.

"Aren't your feet cold?" Harry asked.

"A little bit, my shoes like to play hide and seek with me, but they will appear on their own," said Luna.

"Luna's shoes are flying over." A clear young voice came.

A pair of shoes flew out of the castle and landed in front of Luna.

"Look." Luna smiled at Harry.

"Aiden?" Harry turned around, and the Thestral beside him nudged him.

"What is this?" Harry fell to the ground in shock.

“Thestrals, only those who have witnessed death can see them,” Aiden said.

"But I didn't," Harry tried to argue.

"Of course you do, your mother." Aiden lowered his tone.

"Oh..." Harry lowered his head.

"There's no need to be so depressed. Meeting death is a compulsory course for each of us." Luna stepped forward and pulled Harry up.

"My mother died due to magic experiments when I was a child, but fortunately, I still have my father." Luna's words were a little confusing.

But Aiden could tell that she was reminding Harry to keep his focus on his living friends and family.

"Anyway, we all know that the mysterious man is back, and we believe you."

Luna made a fist gesture to Harry, then put on her shoes and left quickly.

"Let's go, it's time to go to the Herbology class. That girl is much stronger than you." Aiden patted Harry's shoulder.

In the Herbology class, Professor Sprout also talked for a long time about the importance of OWLs.

At the same time, she also asked everyone to fertilize the herbs.

After the class, everyone was covered in the smell of dragon dung, and also received a paper assignment.

Aiden, who was smelling bad, hurried back to the Ravenclaw bathroom to clean up. By the time he went to have dinner, it was already a little late.

Ron walked out of the restaurant excitedly, and when he met Aiden he actually gave him a bright smile.

"What good thing happened?" Aiden asked.

"I'm going to try out for the Quidditch goalkeeper this Saturday. I've just submitted my application to Angelina, and she has agreed." Ron raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Wait, with such a busy schedule these days, do you still have time to practice Quidditch?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me. I can still study during normal time and practice in the middle of the night!" Ron patted his chest.

"Then I wish you success." Aiden offered his blessing.

"It's so rare that you would bless me!" Ron was a little surprised.

"No, what image do I usually have in your eyes?" Aiden tilted his head and quietly released his mental power to guide him.

"Uh, the silver-haired devil, the homework superman, the snitch king..." Ron really started counting in front of Aiden.

Aiden: “….”