Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Peaceful days always leave as mercilessly as falling leaves.

On Tuesday, Aiden came out of the Room of Requirement as usual, and a silver phoenix was waiting for him outside the door.

There were pupils of different colors reflected in the Phoenix's eyes, and the owners of both eyes fell silent.

The phoenix opened its mouth, but instead of making a clear cry, an old voice rang out.

"Hey, Aiden, can you please come to the office? By the way, you need to use your ability when you come in, and the password is Zizi Bee Candy."

With that, the guardian disappeared without a trace, leaving Aiden no chance to ask any questions.

Aiden walked all the way to the door of the principal's office, spoke out instructions, hid in the blind spot of his consciousness, walked through the spiral staircase, and entered the office.

In his office, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart was discussing the great prospects of his club.

Aiden quietly walked to the sofa and sat down. He sent a little magic fluctuation to the principal. Because of this subtle fluctuation, the principal also noticed Aiden sitting on the sofa.

"Look, Headmaster, this world is full of dangers, and our little wizard is too lazy.

Their spellcasting skills are not as good as a Cornish elf, so they need to be taught. Perhaps I, who know the most about dueling, can organize a dueling club."

After saying this, Lockhart showed Dumbledore a confident smile and shining teeth.

Dumbledore gave Aiden a 'look at him' look.

Aiden (? ?_?)? 'Go for it'

Dumbledore's eyes turned more urgent, 'Save him!'

Lockhart seemed to have noticed the headmaster's strange look and followed his gaze towards the sofa, but unfortunately he saw nothing.

"Oh, what's the matter, Mr. Principal?" Lockhart asked puzzledly.

"Snapped"

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Lockhart fell into a baby-like sleep.

He also rolled down the stairs, and his handsome face came into close contact with the ground.

“Aiden: Humph, what level are you to use the same adjective as me.

System: Ding, you are beautiful.

Aiden: Shut up!

"So I say this guy might be suitable for Gryffindor. There aren't many brave men who dare to hold the audience in their arms." Aiden quietly complained to the system.

"Ding, the meaning of life lies in experience, and committing suicide is also an experience."

"Oh, Aiden, you were too harsh. Look at the child. His head is swollen."

Dumbledore said this, but there was no pain in his eyes.

Aiden walked over to Lockhart and pulled out a black notebook from his arms.

"Here, part of one of your most outstanding students."

He threw the black notebook onto the table.

"This is Tom's..." Dumbledore looked through the diary carefully.

"It looks like we need to find a way to destroy it."

Although the old principal was talking nonsense, Aiden had already seen him carve some runes on the notebook, and the runes quickly merged into the black magic of the notebook.

"Okay, stop playing around. You're the one who taught me alchemy. You don't expect to fool me with this trick, do you?"

Aiden ruthlessly exposed an old principal who was trying to frame him.

"And there are many ways to destroy this thing. You can always get the sword of Gryffindor.

And Fiendfyre, don't tell me you haven't studied your old lover's signature magic?"

Aiden raised his eyebrows, and Dumbledore stopped being mysterious and said,

"Don't be so hard on the old man, and Harry should be given some exercise."

Aiden arched his back on the sofa, as if he had returned to his cat bed.

"Okay, tell me, when did you realize there was something wrong with Lockhart?" Aiden asked.

"To begin with, Aiden, as the headmaster of the school, I always have a little privilege." Dumbledore blinked.

"So, how are you going to arrange your savior's level next?"

Aiden was lying on the sofa with his legs on the table, looking so relaxed that Dumbledore's eyes twitched.

"I won't do anything. I just added a little inducement to Tom's Horcrux to make him focus his whole heart on Harry and the others."

Dumbledore's half-moon eyes reflected the light, and his whole body revealed coldness.

"Wow, that's too bad." Aiden shrugged.

He then stood up and prepared to leave, and Dumbledore threw the diary, which flew into Lockhart's arms.

"Wait, Aiden." Dumbledore called out to Aiden.

"Anything else?" Aiden turned his head in confusion.

"Well, well, wake up Lockhart." Professor Dumbledore pointed at Lockhart awkwardly.

"Snap." The sound of snapping fingers echoed in the office, and Lockhart woke up from his sleep.

"Uh, I have a headache, and I can't feel my face."

Lockhart held his head and looked around in confusion.

"I think you must be too tired, Professor Lockhart. Do you still have the energy to deal with the Dueling Club when you are so tired?" Dumbledore looked at Lockhart with suspicion.

"Oh, of course I have energy, Headmaster. No one has more energy than me. Perhaps, I need an assistant."

Lockhart rolled his eyes and began to select from the four deans.

'Professor McGonagall, no, she's an expert in Transfiguration. Old Headmaster, no, he's a duelling champion. Dean Sprout, oh, it's ungentlemanly to bully a lady.

Ahaha, Snape, he is a potion professor, he stays in the dark basement all year round to brew potions, he must be weak, this is it. '

After some thought, Lockhart said,

"Well, Headmaster, there may be many young wizards when the club is opened. Perhaps in order to ensure the safety of the young wizards, I hope to let Dean Snape be my assistant."

In the corner that Lockhart couldn't see, the corner of Dumbledore's mouth was harder to suppress than an AK47.

"Oh, of course, for the safety of the young wizards, and are you sure you want Severus to help you?"

Dumbledore confirmed again and again.

However, Lockhart, who had completed his logical loop, did not notice the implicit reminder from Dumbledore.

"No problem, Principal, just wait for my good news."

Lockhart patted his chest carefully, then walked out of the principal's office.

"Hehe, you really are worthy of being the White Lord, Albus." Phineas Nigellus Black sneered.

Then he was surrounded by the principals and his mouth was covered.

Amid the noise of the headmasters, Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and tapped it in the air a few times.

A silver phoenix appeared in the sky, and Dumbledore said to the phoenix,

"Severus, Gilderoy Lockhart is planning to hold a dueling club and may ask you to be his assistant. I want you to keep an eye on him and don't let him teach the young wizard the dark arts."

Then the phoenix flew away.

In the basement, in Snape's office, a silver phoenix flew in. Snape, who received the information, smiled creepily.