Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Inside the hall, Aiden was as wild as ever.

Edmund next to him jokingly handed him a plate of chicken legs and fries. In just three seconds, the whole plate was clean.

"You don't even spit out the bones!" Ethan's eyes widened.

"Oh, eat first. If a fight breaks out, you won't have extra time to eat."

A certain dragon, having lived through so many strange times, had developed some bad habits.

When the three were still trying to chat, an argument broke out between the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table.

Draco was now loudly taunting Harry for having successfully petrified him and broken his nose on the train.

And Harry, not to be outdone, retorted to Draco about his father.

The two almost got into a fight at the dinner.

Fortunately, Dumbledore happened to be standing on the podium and avoided the conflict.

Dumbledore was wearing a purple and gold robe and looked solemn.

"It is a pleasure to be with you again at Hogwarts, and to welcome new children to join us.

As a start of term dinner, we would like to welcome our new professor, Horace Slughorn."

Dumbledore raised his 'black' right hand and pointed at Horace behind him.

The little wizards in the audience applauded.

"Next, I am announcing a change in professorial positions. Professor Horace will serve as the professor of Potions, and Professor Snape will serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

As soon as the news came out, the applause died down instantly, leaving only the Slytherin students applauding their two head of houses.

"Of course, Mr. Filch asked me to remind you not to buy products from the Weasleys' Joke Factory.

The Quidditch team recruitment and commentator recruitment will be held on Wednesday this week.”

As he spoke, Dumbledore was seen leaning on the podium with his hands, looking exhausted.

Draco hid in the crowd and slowly lowered his head. The ring on his finger flashed a light.

There seemed to be a small shard of mirror hidden inside the gem of the ring, and he pointed the gem at Dumbledore.

"Finally, let's talk about our school year. Each of you was searched upon entering the school.

I think you know why. Once upon a time there was a young man, who was sitting here like you.

Attending classes on campus and resting in the dormitory, he seemed no different from other students, and her name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. "

Dumbledore pronounced the name, and a huge aura enveloped the entire hall.

In the distant deep world, there is power that is continuously projected onto the earth through this name.

Aiden closed his eyes slightly, and the amber and dark blue became extremely bright.

The shadowy image of a dragon holding a clock in its claws enters Hogwarts, and the castle rises from the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness.

The castle gate opened, and silver-white chains flew out, grabbing all the power projected from the sixth layer of the deep world.

The gate closed and the castle slowly sank.

The little wizards, who had just felt a little cold, were instantly filled with a sense of security.

Dumbledore glanced at Aiden and continued his speech.

“Today, he is probably better known by another name.

That's why I stand here tonight, to remind you of this, every day, every moment.

The forces of darkness are surrounding us in secret, please do not let them take advantage of you.

That's all I have to say, go back to the dormitory."

Dumbledore waved his hand, announcing the end of the dinner.

The other young wizards all stood up, but Harry and Draco were two or three steps late and sat in a daze on their chairs.

Aiden followed his two roommates to the tower, and the three of them chatted idly on the way.

"So, which professors' advanced courses did you sign up for?" Ethan asked.

It is impossible for three Ravenclaws to have insufficient grades.

"It's similar to the course selection for third grade." Edmund spread his hands.

Then the two of them turned their eyes to the guy with horns who was walking at the back holding a book.

"To be honest, I didn't participate in Rune's OWLs, but I was invited again. Now I'm a little torn about whether to go or not."

Aiden closed the book and spread his hands towards the two of them.

"Cut" Facing someone's Versailles, Edmund and Ethan raised their middle fingers to him together.

The next day, in the hall, the sixth-year wizards handed in the advanced courses of their choice to the dean.

Neville tremblingly handed his course selection to Professor McGonagall.

"Why only three, Mr. Longbottom?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Professor, I wanted to take Transfiguration, but my grades aren't good enough." Neville lowered his head.

"Well, my suggestion is that you can choose the Charms class and pester Aiden to teach you how to practice Transfiguration."

Professor McGonagall was a little sinister. In her eyes, this student whom she had met half a century ago would definitely return to Hogwarts in the end.

(Aiden: Haha)

"But my grandma said that learning spells is a way of seeking convenience. It is very lazy and shameful." Neville still had no confidence.

"Nonsense, she wasn't selected because she failed the Charms exam."

Professor McGonagall didn't care at all about exposing someone's dark history in front of his grandson.

"And your Herbology is excellent, so keep going down this path, Mr. Longbottom."

Professor McGonagall gave him an encouraging smile.

She guided another student back to the right path, and Professor McGonagall, feeling refreshed, walked out of the door holding the scroll.

Then, she saw two idle guys leaning against the wall, grinning foolishly.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, come here." Professor McGonagall decisively led the two over.

"Professor, we don't have classes in the morning." Harry, who had been smiling just now, was now very quiet.

"I know, but do you two still remember your career plan of becoming Aurors?" Professor McGonagall advised the two.

"But I don't have an O in Potions."

A huge feeling of guilt enveloped Harry. After all, Professor McGonagall had stood up to Umbridge for him last year, and he ended up failing the exam.

Ron nodded beside him.

At this moment, a young man with dragon horns walked by, and Professor McGonagall reached out quickly and grabbed the dragon horn.

"You did it on purpose." A pair of dull heterochromatic eyes turned and looked at Professor McGonagall.

“Well, it feels good, no…Mr. Prewett, please take these two gentlemen to the Potions classroom.

I believe that with the blessing of these two celebrities, Horace will show leniency to you."

Professor McGonagall knew her old colleague very well and knew how to deal with him.

After arranging the two arrangements while chatting and laughing, Professor McGonagall handed the list of Quidditch players to this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, Harry Potter.

Then, he turned around and left with satisfaction.