Hogwarts's Master of Mind

The day before the Christmas holiday, everyone participated in DA’s last online event in their dreams.

Amin and Noura were taken home by Amir. Above the dream, a dragon was lying on the clouds like a dead fish.

"So, the course ends here. Our reunion will have to wait until after the holiday, so please practice diligently after you return."

As Harry finished his words, a cry of loss was heard around him.

“Oh↘Ah↗.”

"Also, everyone has performed very well today. I believe your efforts will be rewarded."

After Harry finished his speech, the young wizards around him applauded him.

After the event, many young wizards came forward to say goodbye to Harry.

The twins also pestered him, ready to ask Harry's advice on whether some of the props they had developed could poison Umbridge.

Unfortunately, he was dismissed by Harry, who walked through the crowd and came in front of Qiu Zhang.

At this moment, Qiu Zhang was staring at the Quidditch image displayed on the dream clouds.

"Are you okay? I heard Umbridge punished you." Harry's tone revealed concern.

"It's okay, it's just that there were some changes at home, and when I think about..." Qiu Zhang looked depressed.

The dragon above the clouds simply grabbed some popcorn and watched the two people getting closer and closer.

"Oh, they kissed each other." Aiden smiled wickedly and touched the monocle on his left eye.

The dream ended, and Harry walked to the common room in a daze. The sun had risen, mercifully spreading its light to all living things.

"Harry, why are you so slow!" Ron muttered.

"Because..." A dragon with a funny expression put his arm around Ron from the left and also leaned into the sofa.

"Aiden?" Hermione turned around and recognized the person.

"Our innocent Harry just had his first kiss." Aiden ignored the two of them and shared the fresh melon.

"What?" * 2

Hermione put away the letter and hurried over, and the three of them sat on the sofa.

Harry walked to the carpet and sat down, looking at the three guys holding melons, speechless.

"So, how does it feel?" Ron asked expectantly.

"Yeah, it's wet. We are in a dream, so why do we feel the kiss so clearly?

Or is it that some dream maker projected his own feelings into it?" Harry directed the fire to the dragon watching the show nearby.

"No, this dream is a lucid dream, constructed based on your own physical condition and reality.

If you think she's wet, it can only be... ahem, Qiu Zhang looks like she's about to cry."

A certain dragon expressed that he was really worried about the continuation of this book, and abruptly changed the subject.

"Your kissing skills can't be that bad." Ron teased.

These words made He's mother unhappy. After all, it was a good thing that her pigs learned to dig up cabbages.

“Harry’s kiss was certainly memorable and Cho has been crying a lot lately.

Don't you understand how she feels? The changes in her family, falling in love with Harry but being afraid that Umbridge will target her mother.

There's also the fear of graded exams and the possibility of being kicked off the team if you're bad at Quidditch.

These complex emotions intertwined together to make Qiu so sad. "He (emotion) Min (master) frowned.

"A person who worries about so many things will explode. And what are you doing?" Ron looked at Hermione who was still writing.

"Writing to Krum, who else is like you, with the emotional span of only a teaspoon." Hermione rolled her eyes.

But Hermione didn't realize that the teaspoon was filled with aged vinegar.

Ron didn't say anything for a long time. He finished his paper angrily, cursed Krum, broke away from Aiden, and walked out.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione looked at Aiden puzzledly.

"Youth." Aiden raised an eyebrow at her.

Hermione was confused and went upstairs with the letter in her arms.

"Aiden, I..." Harry hesitated to speak.

"You didn't feel happy when you kissed Qiu, right? It wasn't like the feeling in the storybooks with flowers blooming and insects chirping as accompaniment." Aiden immediately pointed out his problem.

"So, you know...wait, you were peeping?" Harry finally realized and his face turned red.

"Baby, you kissed me in the dream I created. Do you still expect me to accurately block your hormone surge? After all, I don't know what you are thinking."

No way, a certain dragon just wants to see the first love of the innocent savior.

But the facts also proved that Harry might not like Qiu as much as he thought.

Maybe he just fell in love with the strong woman who once dominated the court.

"Make a note of this and give it to Ginny later," Aiden muttered.

"Remember what?" Harry tilted his head.

"No, Christmas is coming up in a few days. I just thought of a gift for you and I'm going to keep it in mind for now. And bye."

Aiden responded casually, stood up and walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

A peaceful day passed. Although it was close to the Christmas holiday, all the professors completed their last classes diligently.

That night, Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.

Arthur, who had been tired all day, was assigned to be on duty at the Department of Mysteries. He crossed his legs and took the tea brought by the director.

"Speaking of which, you guys have such a strong martial spirit here, why do you still need us to guard you?" Arthur was a little confused.

"Because we are constrained by the Ministry of Magic. Look, those bugs there are so arrogant now, with so many prohibitions."

The director held his forehead helplessly and handed Arthur a large stack of resolutions covered with Fudge's signature.

"So, what should I do tonight?" As a veteran in the Ministry of Magic, Arthur was keenly aware of the conspiracy.

"That is, uh, let your nephew tell you."

The director reached into his pocket and pulled out a white net.

"Net?" Arthur was curious.

The water droplets on the web gathered towards the center, and soon a projection of Aiden emerged.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Is there...uncle?" Aiden was choked.

"Oh, hello Aiden, is this some new magic?" Arthur asked curiously.

"No, why are you contacting me in the middle of the night?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Well, he asked me about that matter, and I wasn't sure whether I should tell him, so I wanted to ask you." The director spread his hands and squeezed into the picture.

"Ah." Aiden sighed.

"You know, the struggle in the Ministry of Magic has now entered a white-hot stage. How will you be treated as a person labeled as a Dumbledore faction?" Aiden asked.

"Isn't it just being excluded?" Arthur was a little confused.

In his simple opinion, being marginalized was not a big deal.

Don’t you see that the Weasley family holds the right to mint coins and lives a contented life in the wizarding world?

"If only it were that simple." Aiden shook his head helplessly.