Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Everyone was so preoccupied with Arthur's affairs that they didn't notice Kreacher's disappearance.

After it left the room, it went to Malfoy Manor. Restricted by the requirements of the contract, Kreacher could not reveal the inside story of the Order of the Phoenix.

However, he still revealed the news that Harry and Sirius were as close as father and son to another member of the Black family, Narcissa Malfoy.

The next day, everyone changed into Muggle clothes and took the subway to St. Mungo's to visit Arthur.

Moody and Tonks were among them. Tonks was interested in Harry's dream of Arthur being attacked, but Harry didn't want to mention it.

"Boy, you don't have the bloodline of a prophet, do you?" Moody guessed.

"No." Harry felt insulted somehow as he thought of Trelawney shivering in the cold wind.

Everyone came to a busy street in the center of London, but strangely, there was a dilapidated and closed department store in the center of this busy street.

Several people pushed open the door, revealing the hospital inside.

We arrived at a ward in the biological injury department on the second floor, where Arthur was lying.

"Dad!" Ron, Ginny and the twins ran over.

"Alright, alright. I'm fine, right?" Arthur comforted the children.

Aiden wanted to go over, but an iron hand grabbed the back of his collar and carried him out of the ward.

"Now, tell me clearly what the hell you two are up to!" Molly lowered her voice, and it was obvious that she had discovered something unusual.

"What a trick! Is there any hidden story behind my uncle's injury?" Aiden acted cute.

Mrs. Molly stared at him and raised her fist.

"Ahem, well..." Long decisively admitted his mistake and told Molly what had happened.

"Oh, Percy." It was obvious that Molly had no way to deal with her third son who had a strong desire for power.

"By the way, how did you find out about the scheme my uncle and I set up?" Aiden asked.

"Who taught you how to use potions first? And with his character, how could he happen to have painkillers on him?" Madam Molly rolled her eyes.

"Ah, what a mistake. I didn't think of that."

Aiden's fist slammed into his palm, and in the same rhythm was Mrs. Molly's fist, which also hit Aiden's head.

"Don't do these things next time. Do you know how worried I was when I received the news?" Molly changed her fists into palms and ruffled Aiden's hair.

"Should we tell them?" Aiden pouted at the twins, Ron and Ginny.

"Forget it, let's not let them know this. The more they know, the easier it will be to get involved." Molly stared at Aiden as she spoke.

"I know, I know. I'll keep it a secret." Aiden raised his hands in surrender.

Inside the ward, Arthur chatted with the children for a while and then turned around and started chatting with his fellow patients.

"Hey, buddy, what bit you?"

"Werewolf..." The wizard lying next to him hung his head.

“Wolf….uh, cheer up buddy, my friend is also a werewolf and he’s doing pretty well.

Besides, you are in luck, my nephew has found a cure for werewolves and has made it public." Arthur boasted.

Unexpectedly, the wizard on the other side lowered his head after hearing this, "Good time, how about giving this good time to you."

Then he turned away and stopped talking to Arthur.

"What's wrong with him?" Arthur asked when he saw Aiden and Molly coming back.

"Well, the cure for werewolves requires the use of Phoenix Tears, and there is no substitute for it yet, so the cost of the cure is too high for the average werewolf to afford," Aiden explained to him.

Hearing the word "costly", Arthur cast a look of pity at the wizard in the next bed.

Then, a few adults wanted to discuss something and kicked them out.

Since they were at St Mungo's this time, they couldn't cast a spell on the door, so George and Fred plugged the retractable earplugs in.

"Dumbledore suspects that Harry is possessed by a mysterious being..." Moody's voice came from the receiver.

Several people looked at Harry with strange eyes. After Harry heard it, his heart sank.

He felt that he was not worthy of being with everyone, so he turned around and walked towards a higher floor.

Ron, Ginny and Aiden hurried after him.

The few of them walked and stopped all the way to the fifth floor, where they finally stopped Harry.

"Okay Harry, you heard it too. Dumbledore is just suspicious. Don't worry too much." Ron advised.

"No, you don't know that feeling, and I think Dumbledore was right, that night, it was as if I had turned into that snake and attacked Mr. Weasley.

Could it be that I am the snake, transformed at night and sent out by Voldemort to attack Mr. Weasley?" Harry was very afraid that he would suddenly attack and hurt someone.

"Poof" Aiden couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Ron nudged him.

"Harry, look." Aiden raised his hand, and a silver dragon shuttled between his fingers.

"Is this, a Patronus?" Harry looked at the little silver dragon.

"This is also my Animagus form."

Aiden reluctantly held Harry's shoulders and continued his story.

“My uncle’s wound was obviously caused by a magical creature. If Senior Tom can exempt you from the training.

One step beyond ordinary Animagus, becoming a magical creature, then she is not the Dark Lord, she should be called the Forerunner." Aiden winked at Harry.

"Yeah Harry, relax," Ron said soothingly.

"Relax, why, is anyone in a nervous state?" a voice came from behind.

A blond, blue-eyed wizard in a lilac robe bared his handsome teeth at them.

"Gilderoy Lockhart?" Several people recognized the man.

"Oh, who is Gilderoy Lockhart? Never mind. Here is my autographed photo for you."

Lockhart smiled and sent each of them a photo with his name on it - Toot.

"Good fellow, you are worthy of it, Dumbledore." Aiden secretly gave a thumbs up to a certain old bee in his heart.

After leaving St. Mungo's, Mundungus got a car cast with a traceless extension spell and transported the Weasley family back to the Black mansion.

On the way, Harry kept touching the back of his head, worried that he would suddenly turn into Quirrell.

A face of Voldemort grew on the back of his head.

Even after arriving at the Black mansion, he had packed his bags and prepared to leave, so as not to turn into a giant snake again and hurt people.

It seemed that he didn't take Aiden's comfort to heart at all.

Worried Harry carried his luggage downstairs, and then... he was suppressed by Aiden who was guarding the door.

"Let me go Aiden, I will kill all of you." Harry's tone was full of self-blame.

"Kid, try to see if you can break free from my hands. Who else do you want to harm under my hands?" Aiden smiled at Harry.