Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Who was that just now?" Harry sat down and Dumbledore brought him a cup of black tea.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore looked at Aiden who was slightly distracted.

"I just searched the sea of ​​consciousness, and basically everyone who knew about this matter has died.

There are still some records left at the bottom of the hazy fantasy."

Aiden's eyes changed from silver-white back to their original heterochromatic color.

Dumbledore raised his hand, motioning for him to continue.

"Those three people just now are the last members of the Gaunt family. The woman named Merope should be Senior Sister Tom's mother."

Aiden's words surprised Harry, he knew who the senior Tom Aiden was talking about.

“Yes, the Gaunt family upholds the concept of pure blood and has maintained the bad habit of inbreeding within the family for thousands of years.

This amplified the cruelty in their nature, making the whole family famous for being irritable and restless."

Dumbledore filled in the gaps in intelligence for Harry, and then continued to turn his attention to Aiden, hoping to squeeze more information out of the Insighter.

"Alas, I kind of regret revealing my abilities to you fifty years ago." Aiden sighed.

"But didn't we cooperate very well at that time?" Dumbledore winked at him.

“I lost to you. I will fill you in on what you have been missing from your memory.

You guys are too focused on the magical world and ignore ordinary people, and no one noticed Tom's father."

Aiden flicked his sleeve, and the wand slid from it into his palm.

With a few taps of the magic wand in the air, a handsome young man appeared in front of them.

"It seems there is nothing special about him except that he is handsome." Harry commented.

"Look at his eyes." Aiden's free hand spun, and Old Tom's eyes magnified.

The eyes on this young face, which should be full of vitality, reveal a strange sense of vicissitudes.

The pupils reflected the image of Marvolo pinching Merope, but what was revealed was not sympathy, but... pleasure.

"This is not normal. This is not the way a normal person would react to this scene," said Harry, switching his gaze from Old Tom's portrait to Dumbledore.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked serious and wanted to hear Aiden's analysis.

"I suspect he is also a believer in chaos. I'm afraid that Tom's entire life is a designed... script."

Aiden closed his eyes slightly, and his instinct as an observer and a spectator reminded him that there was an invisible mastermind behind the scenes.

"Focus on the enemy in front of us. Tom is already a big problem. We need to strengthen Harry as much as possible before that day comes."

Dumbledore waved his hand and swept the dark cloud into the corner.

"Also, I have made a small profile of several people from the Gaunt family that I saw in Mr. Bob's memory, combined with my abilities."

Aiden clasped his fingers lightly and put them in front of his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

"What was the result?" Dumbledore asked Harry's question to express his curiosity.

"Marvolo Gaunt may have molested his daughter." Aiden broke the news.

"What..." Harry was so shocked that he couldn't control his voice.

Aiden ignored Harry and continued with his analysis.

"From Marvolo's demeanor and the physical contact between father and daughter and brother and sister,

And his furious attitude when he heard that his daughter admired the Muggles outside.

They regard Merope as their own property, so when their property develops a will, they want to erase that will. "

Aiden made a casual hook, and the portrait of Old Tom in the air turned into the angry faces of Gaunt and his son.

"You see, the angry look actually reveals more possessiveness and..." Aiden was about to explain it to Harry in detail, but was interrupted by Dumbledore's cough.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore waved his hand, "Let's end today's class here. Harry, you go back first."

Harry was enjoying his melon and felt a little disappointed when he was interrupted. "By the way, Professor, can I tell Ron and Hermione about this?"

"of course."

With Dumbledore's permission, Harry left the headmaster's office contentedly.

"What are you doing? You think Harry is too young to hear this."

Aiden felt a little strange. After all, it was so cold recently, and talking about this would not cause Persimmon to criticize him.

"No, I don't want him to, ahem, um..." Dumbledore tactfully said before defeating Voldemort.

"Why?" This time it was Aiden's turn to be curious.

"Because I'm not sure whether the power that Tom left in Harry will be inherited and passed on to his next generation."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the portrait of the Gaunts in the air.

After leaving the principal's office, Aiden suddenly wanted to check on Senior Tom's current condition.

So he rushed to the Room of Requirement, but it was already occupied.

But it's not a big problem. It doesn't pose any problem for Aiden, who has partial control over the castle.

He took out his wand and waved it, and the Room of Requirement began to change, and the entrance to the room where someone had entered was opened.

Aiden pushed open the door and saw all kinds of miscellaneous items piled inside. This should be the room where students used to hide discarded items.

Hiding in the blind spot of consciousness, the seer already knew who was using this room.

So Aiden walked through the maze of waste and came to a relatively flat area.

The young and confused 'Xiao Long' was staring blankly at a black cabinet.

"It's going to be hard to fix it," Aiden said suddenly.

"Huh!" Draco was startled.

"You, Prewett!" Draco saw Aiden's face clearly and his face turned pale instantly.

"Everyone is petrified." He threw a spell directly over.

Aiden took a step forward, crossed a distance of ten meters and appeared in front of him. He crushed his petrification spell with his bare hands and then took away his wand.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Draco felt inexplicably relieved.

"You win, hand me over to the Ministry of Magic and send me to Azkaban." Draco accepted the punishment.

"Why should I send you to Azkaban? Have you done anything bad, brother Draco?"

The boy's voice was a little soft, but the teasing tone in it made Draco shudder.

"You're not going to report me. Aren't you and Dumbledore in cahoots?" Draco was puzzled.

"Dumbledore and I are in the same group, but you and Senior Tom may not be~"

"Don't mention that name." Draco's voice trembled a little.

Aiden stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and two blue sofas with backrests appeared on the ground. He sat on them and raised his head to signal Draco.

Draco sat down tremblingly, waiting for Aiden's decision.