Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the ocean of collective subconsciousness, Harry grasped the scales on the dragon's back tightly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, strange symbols appeared in his eyes, and countless strange thoughts seemed to surge from his heart.

This made Harry feel like his brain was about to explode and his stomach began to cramp.

"If you dare to spit on my back, I promise to make you swallow it back without leaving a drop."

Aiden warned Harry without even turning his head. All he could do was close his eyes and clear his mind.

Fortunately, this torment did not last long, and soon Harry felt his legs touching the ground again.

He quickly opened his eyes and found himself being taken to a square.

He looked at the road sign next to him, which was the small town of Lacock in Wiltshire, England.

"This is so uncomfortable. Is it the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness again? I seem to see an island?" Harry's tone was a little uncertain.

"We need to check the condition of the elf in you. Didn't you notice that she has fallen silent just now?"

Aiden took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to him. Harry took it and took a bite.

"Is it a good thing that Voldemort has fallen silent? Has he given up on me?"

"Are you dreaming? There is a mysterious entanglement between souls. She might be worried that I would do something to her soul fragment, so she took the initiative to cut off this connection..."

Aiden didn't want to talk about this topic any further, as going any deeper would involve dark magic. Harry, who understood the ways of the world, didn't pursue the question further.

"So, why did Dumbledore send us here?"

"I'm here to recruit. No, I should say I'm here to re-hire a professor."

Aiden walked forward, waving Harry to follow.

"Wait, let us two students recruit professors? We don't have that power, right?" Harry suspected that Aiden was joking with him.

"Please don't use them, you don't have them, but I do." Aiden raised his eyebrows at him.

Walking on the streets of the community, Aiden and Harry chatted about the Ministry of Magic.

Harry himself had a fondness for Ms. Bones, who had spoken for him, and was glad that she had become a minister.

The Ministry of Magic, at the suggestion of Rufus Scrimgeour, issued a security manual which suggested that residents could agree on secret codes to prevent Death Eaters from using Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves.

"So, are we going to agree on a code word?" Harry looked at Aiden.

"Coconut ice cream, my favorite snack." Aiden stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard gate.

"I am....."

"Quidditch, I know." Aiden took out his wand.

"I used Occlumency!" Harry also took out his wand.

"Don't... rely too much on the same magic, because you never know if your enemy has a way to counter it.

As wizards, we should complicate our combat magic configurations to avoid falling into the trap of homogeneity."

Aiden taught Harry according to Dumbledore's instructions.

"Well, this magic is actually quite useful. I haven't had any headaches this summer."

Harry muttered, completely unaware that the reason Voldemort didn't come to harass him throughout the summer vacation was simply because he was scared by Aiden's trick last time.

After all, Voldemort has experienced how terrifying it is to have an enemy who can hide inside someone's mind and elbow you at any time.

Casting a fluorescent spell with their wands, the two walked into the house.

The house was in a mess, as if it had been ransacked by Death Eaters.

There was still blood dripping from the ceiling, but Aiden, who was also a dragon, immediately smelled that it was dragon blood.

Likewise, a wizard hiding in this ordinary person's house cannot escape the eyes of a discerning person.

Aiden smiled and walked to a sofa, tapping it with his wand.

"Merlin's beard, there's no need for you to make me appear directly, Aiden!"

A head popped out from the sofa, and then the whole sofa jumped up as if it was on fire.

"I have to admit that you look very lifelike in the form of a sofa, Professor Horace."

Aiden's hands were clutching Harry's clothes, otherwise he would have rushed out of the window.

"I can turn into all kinds of furniture. I have a ready-made stomach anyway. But how did you find me?" Horace asked puzzledly.

"Your mind. As a Ravenclaw, we are unrivaled in exploring the mind and thinking. Your mental fluctuations have exposed yourself, professor."

Aiden reached out and tapped his temple.

"Oh~, and don't call me professor, I haven't agreed yet." Horace crossed his arms across his chest.

"By the way, I haven't introduced him to you yet. He is the former Potions Professor of Hogwarts, Horace Slughorn. Professor, this is..."

Aiden wanted to introduce Harry, but Horace held up his hand to stop him.

"I know, the famous savior, Harry Potter."

He looked at Harry with some anticipation, and Harry lowered his head in embarrassment due to his praise.

"This place looks really messy. Let me tidy it up. But come to think of it, what happened that made you go to so much trouble to arrange it?"

Aiden waved his wand, and the messy furniture around him began to return to its place, the broken glass and chandelier were restored, and the entire room turned from a ruin into a warm home.

"You know, the Death Eaters are looking for me. I can't keep rejecting them. If I do, I will suffer in the end. Now I will not stay in each new residence for more than a week."

Horace wiped the sweat off his face with some palpitations.

"That's a pity. If you're so scared, why not accept our invitation?" Aiden mentioned tentatively.

"No, I saw in the newspaper that Umbridge was taken out of the college in a bad mental state. Did you abuse the professor?" Horace crossed his arms.

"No sir, Umbridge brought it upon herself. She used the Cruciatus Curse on the young wizard!" Harry retorted quickly.

"Oh, she really deserves it. I have always hated her." Horace cut at the speed of light.

At this moment, Aiden also understood Horace's thoughts. He simply didn't want to take sides, so he wanted to walk between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

"I'm going to the toilet."

Aiden waved to Horace and winked at Harry with his left eye, hoping that he could use his physique against the Slytherin succubus.

Harry: "???"

After Aiden left, Horace looked at Harry awkwardly.

"You look a lot like your father." His eyes widened, "Except your eyes are a little bit like..."

"My mother," "Lily," two voices sounded at the same time.

"Ah, lovely Lily, I always thought it would be nice if she could be sorted into Slytherin, but she always shouted at me, 'I'm not going'"

Horace led Harry to his photo wall, which was filled with pictures of his students.

“Also, Aiden, he looks more like his mother Eleanor, just as beautiful.

I heard that she joined the Silents after graduation, and later died in the turmoil sixteen years ago."

Horace pointed to a photo of two beautiful girls, and Harry recognized his mother at first sight.

The other girl is a complete female version of Aiden, and seems to be Aiden's mother.

"Your mothers were good friends, and you are good friends now. Fate is a wonderful thing." Horace smiled, as if recalling the past.

"Professor, stop talking about other things," Harry suddenly interrupted him.

Because Harry still remembered the mission that Dumbledore sent them here.

"If you are so afraid of the Death Eaters, why don't you come to Hogwarts, where Aiden and Professor Dumbledore have the strength to fight Voldemort.

I'm afraid this is the only place that can ensure your safety and stop you from living a homeless life." Harry looked at him seriously.

"But I..." Horace looked tempted.

Aiden saw all of this, and broke in when Horace was most conflicted.

"Harry, we should go back. Since Professor Horace has rejected us, let's go back."

As he spoke, Aiden came up and took Harry to the courtyard outside.

"Aiden, wait a little longer, he's about to agree." Harry was a little anxious.

"Three, two, one." Aiden did not answer Harry, but started a meaningless countdown.

"Wait!" Horace chased out, and Aiden raised his eyebrows at Harry.

"I want the original tea room, and I want a pay raise."

"Of course." Aiden took off his hat and gestured.