Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the corridor on the eighth floor, a hunched figure followed Aiden.

"Argus, I have an order for you." Aiden walked to the windowsill and stopped.

"Yes, sir." Filch nodded respectfully.

"I want you to work for Umbridge and monitor the school for her.

If something unfortunate happens to me, I hope you can protect the little wizards in the school to the best of your ability.

Also, don't reveal the fact that you can do magic in front of her."

Aiden looked out the window at the scenery. The gloomy clouds seemed to bury Hogwarts.

"No, sir, how could a wizard with such powerful magic like you..." Filch immediately became anxious when he heard this.

"No, I need to be fully prepared. Even if I'm gone, I can still spread the flame of magic to the whole world."

Aiden took out a book and handed it to Filch, which recorded how to use the remains of the Deep King and the key to connect to the mind server.

"Memorize the key to the last one, remember it firmly, and then burn it," Aiden said.

Filch tore off the last page of the book, imprinted the words on it word by word into his mind, and then burned the paper in front of Aiden.

"Now, execute the order." After saying that, Aiden's figure slowly dissipated into the air.

Filch bowed in the direction where Aiden disappeared, then walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with firm steps.

Aiden went to the kitchen with Filch's back to the road.

Ron was fortunate enough to be selected into the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and George and Fred suggested holding a small celebration party.

By the way, the invitation letter was sent to Aiden.

"Don't you think it's strange to have a Ravenclaw among a group of Gryffindors?"

Aiden asked while grabbing a chicken drumstick at the long table in the kitchen.

"There are Slytherins and Hufflepuffs over there. There aren't so many rules in the kitchen. Those who can find their way here are all like-minded people."

Cedric put his arm around Aiden's shoulders. Ever since Aiden changed his fate, Cedric and Aiden's relationship had inexplicably improved a lot.

At the same time, this year, he was successfully elected as the president of the Boys' Union, which made his father show off for a while.

"Why hasn't Harry come yet?" Aiden turned and asked Ron.

"He's got detention with Umbridge. He'll be here in a minute," said Ron.

After a while, the kitchen door was pushed open again and Harry walked in.

"Am I late?" Harry asked.

"No, you're the only one missing," Ron greeted.

Harry took his seat and the twins raised their glasses and smiled, "Congratulations Ronnie on making it to the Quidditch team. Cheers."

"Cheers."* 5

Harry's hand holding the cup suddenly trembled, and Hermione, who was knitting, immediately noticed Harry's unnaturalness.

She reached out and grabbed Harry, turning his hand up.

On the back of his hand, lines of irreversible scars formed a line of words, "I am a liar."

"What's going on!" Hermione was heartbroken to see her eldest son being treated like this.

"It's Umbridge. Her way of giving detention is to punish the little wizards with dark magic items," Ron explained.

"You knew this and didn't tell me!" Hermione yelled at Ron.

"But what's the point of telling you?" Ron was puzzled.

The two old couples began to quarrel, and Harry was caught in the middle, feeling torn.

"Okay, I'll heal you." Aiden grabbed Harry's hand.

He took out a bottle of potion from his left pocket, pulled out the cork, poured a little, and applied it evenly on Harry's wound.

After a while, the scars on his hands quickly scabbed over and fell off, revealing smooth skin.

"What is this?" Harry asked.

"Pwett... No, it's now called Raven Alchemy Workshop's new product - the scar remover."

Aiden prepared in advance for the confrontation with the Ministry of Magic, split up the business of Prewett Alchemy Workshop, and quietly completed the reorganization.

Now the Pwett Alchemy Shop has gone bankrupt, and underneath it, a behemoth called the Raven Alchemy Shop has quietly swallowed up the market vacated by Pwett.

"Okay, okay, look Harry's hand is healed!" Ron, whose soft waist was grabbed by Hermione, begged for mercy hurriedly.

As everyone was chatting, a Slytherin student behind them turned on the radio.

Fudge's voice came from inside, echoing throughout the kitchen.

'We have had some unpleasant disappearances lately, but there is evidence that they were caused by the missing murderer Peter Pettigrew....'

"Fudge, that fat bastard, and Umbridge, that evil old witch." Hermione cursed.

"Harry!" Sirius' voice suddenly came from Harry's pocket.

Aiden cooperated and tapped the table, and a silent spell enveloped the few people.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry took out the mirror from his pocket. It was obviously a two-sided mirror.

"In reply to your letter, you told me that the scar on your forehead hurts when you come in contact with Umbridge," Sirius asked.

"Yeah, I think Voldemort might be possessed by her, just like Quirrell did," said Harry.

"Probably not. I don't sense any sense of chaos from Umbridge." Aiden said meaningfully.

"Aiden is right, she should be just a pure villain, so what else did she do, train you to kill half-blood creatures?" Sirius teased.

"No, she won't even let us use magic," Hermione complained.

"That's normal. Fudge is afraid that Dumbledore will raise an army," Sirius explained.

"In short, because of Fudge, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​greatly constrained. I'm sorry that we can't help you. Please be careful."

It seemed that someone else was following Sirius, and the two-way mirror was disconnected.

"If Umbridge refuses to teach us, we need to spread the methods of defense," Hermione suggested.

"Besides, you need your own mouthpiece to spread the news." Aiden winked at Hermione.

"What do you mean?" Hermione didn't respond.

"House-Elf Rights Association." Aiden reminded.

"You mean to say that we should publish a newspaper in the name of the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association?" Hermione grasped the key point.

"Yes, who would care about the Rights Promotion Association with a very low sense of presence? After all, wizards are used to being arrogant, aren't they?" Aiden turned around and winked at Dobby.

Dobby smiled at Aiden and served him coconut sorbet.

"Let's start the newspaper first, and use the Ministry of Magic's advantage of a few correct statements to expand its influence. The content of subsequent propaganda will not be controlled by the Ministry of Magic." Aiden explained.

"good idea."

Hermione nodded, fire in her eyes, but Harry and Ron swallowed quietly.