Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Harry, who came back from the detention room, ran into Ron who had sneaked out to practice.

"Oh, Harry, what's wrong with your hand?" The sharp-eyed Ron noticed Harry's trembling right hand.

"Nothing." Harry hid his right hand.

Ron stepped forward and grabbed Harry's hand. Due to a week of confinement, Harry's hand was repeatedly scratched, and finally formed an ugly scar.

"She's punishing you, you must tell Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore," Ron exclaimed.

"No, let's not cause them any more trouble." Harry lowered his head.

"No, I'm going to tell Aiden!" Ron broke the necklace around his neck.

A small silver dragon patronus flew out of the necklace.

"What's wrong so late? I don't feel like you're in danger." Aiden's voice came from Xiaolong.

"Umbridge punished Harry by making him write a confession using Dark magic items!" Ron complained.

"Oh, by the way, I would have forgotten about this if you hadn't mentioned it." The little silver dragon knocked his head.

Then, Umbridge, who was resting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, suddenly fell into a nightmare.

She stood up with a frown, took out a piece of parchment, picked up the pen she had used to punish Harry and began to write.

'I, Professor Umbridge of Defense Against the Dark Arts, now consider that Harry Potter's punishment has been sufficient, and hereby declare!'

Then Umbridge waved her wand, and the sheepskin flew and stuck to the door of the Hogwarts Hall.

"Well, starting tomorrow you won't have to go to Umbridge for detention, err."

The little silver dragon yawned, then flew into Ron's necklace, and the necklace repaired itself automatically.

"That's it?" Harry looked at Ron.

"It should have been resolved. Aiden is still very reliable." Ron didn't know how to respond.

"By the way, where are you going dressed like this?"

Harry asked as he looked at Ron who was in front of him with his protective gear and broom.

"Go practice Quidditch. I applied for Angelina's goalkeeper recruitment." Ron shared this with Harry for a while.

"Really? Then I wish you pass in advance." Harry was happy for Ron.

"Just wait!" Ron patted his chest.

......

The next day, news that Harry had been released from detention by Umbridge spread throughout the castle.

"What? How can you just let him go so easily?" a platinum-haired boy in the crowd complained.

The students talked a lot, but it did not change Umbridge's decision. She didn't even know that she had let Harry Potter go.

The pink toad excitedly went to the hall to eat and saw his own blood letter.

"What!" Umbridge's eyes widened.

"I didn't write this, it's invalid!" Umbridge yelled.

"But the blood and magic on it can't be faked." Professor McGonagall came out and retorted.

"I think as professors we should have the right..." Umbridge was interrupted by Professor McGonagall just as she was about to speak.

"I also think that as professors, we should have some credibility, instead of holding on to authority and going back on our words like old-fashioned antiques," Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"I'm sorry, Professor, it seems like you're trying to hint at something!" Umbridge raised her voice.

"I just hope that as a professor, you can better abide by the standards of our school!" Professor McGonagall was not to be outdone.

"It seems that you are questioning the way I deal with people, Minerva!" Umbridge walked up two steps so that she could look down at Professor McGonagall.

"No offense, Dolores, I just hope you can change your outdated thinking!"

The deputy headmaster, who noticed her little action, also took two steps forward, using his height to suppress Umbridge.

Offstage, Aiden frowned, wondering why Umbridge would break free from her hypnosis.

"I'm sorry, dear, but to question my teaching is to question the Ministry of Magic, and by extension, you are questioning the Minister of Magic himself." Umbridge said in a forceful manner.

"I am a tolerant person, but the only thing I cannot tolerate is disloyalty!" Umbridge turned and looked at the little wizard.

"Disloyalty?" Professor McGonagall sensed something and took two steps back.

The wave of the collective subconscious ocean raised by the wizards' recognition of the Ministry of Magic rushed towards her.

But a castle appeared in the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness, blocking the waves.

At the same time, a net protected Professor McGonagall's island of consciousness.

Professor McGonagall calmed down and glanced at Aiden.

Aiden shook his head at her, indicating that his control over Umbridge had failed.

"Since the situation at Hogwarts has deteriorated to this point, I have been appointed by Minister Cornelius as the senior investigator of Hogwarts."

The decree signed by Fudge once again made Umbridge an official of the Ministry of Magic, and the trust that the wizards placed in the Ministry turned into protection surrounding her.

Umbridge raised her head triumphantly and glanced at the wizards below, as if she had already seen them trembling under her command.

"Pure power, pure evil?" Aiden murmured as he looked at Umbridge on the stage.

"What did you say?" asked Edmund.

"Nothing. Have you read the information I sent you?" Aiden asked back.

"I've seen it. Fudge will definitely step down this time. By the way, the election of the Ministry of Magic is so weird. Why does it have to be held every eight years?" Edmund complained.

"Although seven is a magical number, eight represents infinity and symbolizes the good wishes given to us by wizards of the past." A gentle smile appeared on Aiden's delicate face.

This made everyone around who was looking at Aiden fall into dementia.

What happened next was largely within Aiden's expectations.

Fudge immediately signed Decree 23, officially appointing Umbridge as the Senior Investigator of Hogwarts.

At the same time, the news was widely spread through the influence of the conservatives in the Daily Prophet.

'After the reforms to Defence Against the Dark Arts, Umbridge will have the power to rectify the declining quality of teaching at Hogwarts.'

Fudge's voice was imprinted on the Photographic Stone and sent to all parts of England through the Lestrange family.

As a result, the Lestrange family gained the favor of the conservatives in the Ministry of Magic and were given the green light in all business channels.

However, they did not realize that the shadow of a dragon was mixed in and was being transported to various places.

Umbridge was very proud of herself for gaining power from Hogwarts.

She began to patrol Hogwarts with her clipboard.

At the same time, she used her power to issue several restraining orders against Hogwarts.

It seems as if the freedom of all students is stifled in the regulations.

Thursday, Potions class, a pink toad surrounds Professor Snape.

One of the few times in his life that he felt helpless, St. Petersburg actually looked to Aiden for help.

At this moment, Aiden was already imitating the thoughts of the St. Petersburg cult:

"'Umbridge, will you be my sun?'" Stowe asked affectionately.

'Oh, Severus, I do,' said the pink toad.

"Then please keep 6 miles away from me," the teacher sneered.

"Five points will be deducted from Ravenclaw for daydreaming in class." The knock from the teacher brought Aiden back to reality.