Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"So, what do you want me to do?" Snape looked at the school girl calmly.

Stupidity, arrogance and pride brought upon the Malfoy family the disaster they are facing today. If it weren't for their past friendship, Snape wouldn't even have been willing to open the door for them.

"Look, you can't learn to jump back and forth like them in the future, otherwise you will end up in a miserable situation."

In the blind spot of consciousness, the dragon was teasing the mouse.

"I know I shouldn't be here. The Dark Lord forbids me to reveal this."

Narcissa picked up the tea and took a sip. The bitter taste made her already pale face even more serious.

"If the Dark Lord tells you not to tell someone, you shouldn't tell them."

Snape stood in the shadows holding a cup of tea, and his cold eyes swept over Narcissa, making her feel cold.

"Sissi, I told you he can't be trusted."

Bella walked up and put her wand against Snape's neck.

"You traitor, where have you been during the fourteen years that the Dark Lord has been silent? Have you looked for her!" The tip of the wand began to emit green light.

"I must tell you that I did think he...she was dead. I chose to protect myself and taught at Hogwarts to collect information about Dumbledore.

Five years ago, the Dark Lord did not trust me, and she did not tell anyone what she had hidden from Quirrell, otherwise I would have helped her with all my strength.

Moreover, when she was resurrected, I took great pains to hide it from Dumbledore and rushed to his side.

Also, if it weren't for me, how could you have received the news and rushed to the Department of Mysteries to severely injure their core member Sirius Black."

Snape's perfect rhetoric left Bella speechless.

She turned her head and saw Long sitting on the sofa.

There was an alluring smile on Long's delicate face, and her beautiful figure was clearly revealed under her tight suit.

"Bonjour (French: Good morning), this is the French that Nico taught me, even though it's a little unproficient."

"Aiden Prewett!" Bella's eyes widened.

"Avada Kendava." Her hand reacted faster than she did, and a killing curse went straight towards Aiden.

Aiden held up his index finger to block the spell, and a puff of green smoke rose from his hand.

Bella smiled when she finally hit him, but the next second, the smile froze.

Aiden appeared in front of her, his index finger against her forehead.

"Bonne nuit (Good night.)"

Aiden pushed Bella and she fell down. She felt the floor behind her shatter and she entered an endless nightmare.

In her dreams, she repeatedly watched her great master being proposed to by a young bearded man, and shyly abandoning them.

Snape and Narcissa took a small step back as they watched Bella twitching on the ground.

Ai (Slytherin Nemesis) Deng, set his sights on the two of them.

Narcissa knelt down.

"Please, please, Master of the Prewitt family, please let my son go. I am willing to pay with my life."

Although a little humble, and although the Malfoys did a lot of bad things, her motherly love was so real.

Human beings are such complex creatures. Good and evil, cruelty and kindness, nobility and humility exist in one body at the same time without any conflict.

"stand up."

Magic power flowed out of Aiden's mouth, and his words turned into spells under the blessing of magic power.

Narcissa felt her body moving without her control and she closed her eyes, preparing for her own end.

"I ask you, how far can you go for your son?" Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"Everything, I can give you everything I have!" Narcissa clenched her fists.

"Okay, from today on, you will be my spy under Voldemort."

Aiden hooked his finger, and a mysterious symbol appeared in Narcissa's palm. After flashing for a while, the symbol disappeared.

When he was done, Aiden snapped his fingers and Bella frowned, looking like she was about to wake up.

"You will make an unbreakable vow with Bella in front of her, casting the killing curse at me with your own hands, and make sure the curse hits me."

Aiden shook the finger that had just blocked Bella's killing curse at them, and then a channel appeared in the air and he walked in.

Bella woke up as soon as Aiden left. She looked around in confusion for a while and had no memory of what had just happened.

The audience's ability to play with minds gave the other two Slytherins present a chill, but they did not dare to expose Aiden, after all...

"What happened?" Bella asked the two of them.

"You just fainted. Have you been harmed by any dark magic recently?" Narcissa responded seamlessly.

"Oh, maybe, but don't worry about me, Sissi." Bella stood up.

"Okay, we need to make the Unbreakable Vow. I will ensure Draco's safety and you will be the witness."

Snape stretched out his hand and turned his head to speak to Baley, while Bella stared at Snape with eyes wide open in surprise.

"Take out your wand."

Snape gave Bella an order in a commanding tone.

Narcissa stretched out her hand and shook it with Snape, and Bella followed Snape's instructions and touched the hands of both of them with her wand.

Golden-red lines began to spread from where the two people's palms touched, and the oath was about to begin.

"Will you, then, watch over Draco Malfoy while he attempts to fulfill his mission for the Dark Lord?"

"I am willing."

After Snape finished speaking, the golden-red thread flickered.

"Are you willing to protect him from harm during the mission?"

"I am willing."

The thread flickered again.

"If Draco fails, are you willing to carry out whatever the Dark Lord tells him to do?"

Bella's face had moved to rest on Snape's shoulder.

"I will fire the Killing Curse at Aiden Prewett when he fails, and make sure it hits him."

Snape looked at Bella seriously, and an unbreakable vow was established between the two along with Snape's own oath.

A storm came from the sky, burying the oath in Spinner's Tail Alley.

Also affected by the storm was a subway station in London.

In a small cafe next to the subway station, a boy was reading a withered newspaper carefully.

The headlines in the newspapers read, Where is our hope, the savior of the wizarding world.

The Wizard Daily poached a large number of writers from the Daily Prophet. They didn't care at all about their previous experience of cyber-bullying a young man, and instead praised him highly.

At the same time, the Millennium Bridge was blown up, and the entire Muggle society's news was flooded with reports of this sudden accident. The radio in the coffee shop broadcast this news.

"Harry Potter." The waiter of the cafe came over and brought him a cup of coffee. "Who is that?"

"No one." Harry smiled at her.

"It's me." A gentle young voice came from beside them.

"Ah!" Harry's eyes widened.

"Shh!" Aiden raised his index finger and placed it on his lips, taking him into the blind spot of consciousness.

The waiter who was about to eavesdrop on their conversation discovered that they were gone and put away his coffee in disappointment.

"Wait, we haven't finished drinking yet." Harry wanted to call her, but the other party couldn't hear him at all.

Harry instantly realized that Aiden might have performed some kind of magic.

"It's been a good summer," Aiden teased.

"Yeah, I like taking the train. It helps me forget my worries." Harry smiled shyly.

"So, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Harry looked over to Aiden, who was spreading out the Wizarding Daily that Harry had been reading.

"Well, rumors are always scary aren't they? They say Dumbledore is old and might be dying soon."

Aiden shook the newspaper, then turned to the page he mentioned and read it with great interest.

"Nonsense, how could Dumbledore be possible? He is only a few years old..."

"115, Harry. He's an old man."

Aiden handed the paper back to him.

"But we are not here to discuss this. I am here with a mission from Dumbledore. Now catch me."

"Catch where?"

"casual."

Harry then reached out and grabbed Aiden's dragon horn.

"Hey" the heartless savior showed a silly smile.

"Wow, you're quite brave." Long Yi raised his eyebrows and pulled him into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.