Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After completing the ceremony, Tom returned to the Gaunt house.

He returned the wand that killed his loved ones to Morfin Gaunt, and then used magic to implant the memory of the murder in him.

He stole the Gaunt family's greatest treasure, the Resurrection Stone, and then disappeared.

Morfin Gaunt was arrested by the Aurors who arrived shortly afterwards and confessed to the murder.

The Aurors captured him, gave him a quick trial, and executed him at a later date.

The perspective suddenly switches to Dumbledore, who goes to Azkaban to visit Morfin Gaunt in order to learn about Voldemort's past.

During a visit with Morfin Gaunt, his memories were extracted.

Dumbledore, who knew the truth, wanted to vindicate Morfin Gaunt.

Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic at that time was still at odds with Dumbledore, so it ignored Dumbledore's request for a retrial.

Morfin Gaunt was taken away by a Dementor's kiss.

The memory ends abruptly here.

"Aiden, why did I just have the memory of you sleeping in the Hogwarts Castle?" Harry couldn't help but voiced his doubts.

"Haven't I already told you about the King of the Deep World?

I once faced the Lord of the Deep - Anti-Entropy, and obtained a core fragment from him.

Then I went back in time and participated in the founding of Hogwarts, becoming the hidden fifth founder.

But it is not a solution to leave the power of chaos in the present world. In order to weaken Him as much as possible,

I used the castle to take him into the sea of ​​consciousness and I returned to the modern era." Aiden smiled at Harry.

Harry was so shocked by the news that he was speechless. He finally understood the meaning of what Aiden had said to him after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries.

"But this is not an important matter. After all, the past has long been buried by time. What we need is the future."

Aiden waved his hand, a ball of ink fell, and the second memory began to appear.

This group of memories was from fifty-three years ago, so Slughorn was much younger than he is now.

His thick hair looked like thatch, and he was thin, with a belly that was not as bulging as it is now.

The people around him were all Slytherin boys, and Harry saw Horace address the person next to him as Lestrange.

"Lestrange, is that your roommate?" Harry turned around.

"Yeah, he's Edmund's great-great-grandfather," Aiden explained.

Then, Horace in the memory spoke, "Oh, it's getting late, I don't think you would want to be caught by Professor Dippet."

Then he kicked all the students out.

A hand flicked Horace's hourglass, getting his attention.

“Ah, this isn’t…” As soon as Horace opened his mouth, a white mist appeared in the memories around him.

"What's going on, Aiden?" Harry turned back in confusion.

"This is the consequence of memory tampering. The owner of the memory does not want the contents here to be discovered by others."

Aiden looked at Horace in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Then a sudden voice sounded, "You will not end well if you do this!"

Harry also sensed Horace's guilty conscience from this concealed voice.

"Well, Professor, I just want to know something about what I saw in the restricted section.

After all, I can only ask you for help. Other professors are not like you and may have some misunderstandings about me. "

Young Tom walked up to Horace and asked him sincerely for advice.

"Go on." Horace poured himself a glass of wine.

"I found some knowledge in the forbidden section of the library before, about a magic that can make people resist death - Horcrux."

Then the white mist of memory emerged again, and Horace waved his hands fiercely to drive Tom away.

"I know nothing about it, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

As Horace waved his hand, the memory began to fade, and the sixth memory ended there.

In the dream, Aiden was sitting on a chair, and Harry was forcing himself to stand up by holding on to the chair.

"It seems that you are reaching your limit. Peering into the past through dreams is taking a toll on you."

Aiden saw through Harry's symptoms at a glance and gave him angel-level comfort.

Harry's body quickly relaxed and his mind felt refreshed.

"Well, after the class is over, I'll leave you an assignment. Get the real memory from Horace."

A long staff appeared in Aiden's hand and he pointed it at Harry, and then Harry was kicked out of the dream.

"Shit!" Harry sat up suddenly in bed.

"Well, what's wrong?" Ron was woken up by him, took a look at the sky outside, and fell back to sleep.

Harry tossed and turned in bed with a worry in his mind, and until dawn he told Ron what he had seen last night.

"Amazing, Aiden is actually over a thousand years old." Ron touched his chin.

"Snap!" Harry slapped him on the head.

"What are you doing?"

Ron covered his head and wanted to glare at Harry but saw a pair of heterochromatic eyes disappearing.

"Huh? What did I just do?" Harry wondered?

"Oh, nothing. If you want to know something, you might as well just ask Professor Slughorn directly." Ron scratched the place where he had just been hit and hurried away.

Harry thought this suggestion was unreliable, so he went to the library to find Hermione.

"Since even Professor Dumbledore can't get it directly, I think you'd better try to please Professor Slughorn first, and then slowly plot against his memory." Hermione put the book down and replied.

Harry thought this method was a bit troublesome, and then told Hermione, "Ron suggested that I ask him directly."

"Oh, really? Then just follow your Luo Luo's advice." Hermione hugged the book and left.

In the afternoon Potions class, Hermione didn't even sit with Harry and Ron. She moved the cauldron next to Aiden.

"Huh, dear Miss Granger, how did they make you angry again?" Aiden teased.

"How come...you read my mind again?" Hermione crushed the pod with force.

"You know how many times over the years you've used the weak, pitiful and helpless Deng Deng as a vent when you were arguing." Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Aiden...I mean." Hermione felt really bad for treating her friend like this.

However, a certain dragon didn't care at all, he was just joking.

"Okay, you must use the book well and make sure to keep it safe," Aiden instructed.

Horace told everyone about Gobaroque's Third Law today.

"Who can answer the content of this law?" Horace looked around.

Hermione raised her hand decisively to answer.

"Yes, Miss Granger," Horace held out his hand for her to answer.

"The antidote to a mixed poison is greater than the sum of its individual antidotes." Hermione recited the contents of the book and earned ten points for Gryffindor.

Horace then asked them to create an antidote for the mixed poison.

It is not difficult to refine targeted potions, but Aiden decided to try something more fancy.

He separated and mixed the medicinal properties of the two antidotes, trying to violate Gobarok's Third Law.

The final result was naturally a failure, and the loss and lack of medicinal properties were compensated by Aiden through magic.

It turns out that simply mixing two antidotes won't work.

Horace did not notice this episode. He tested Aiden's potion, nodded with satisfaction and left.

Harry handed in a bezoar according to the Half-Blood Prince's notes, which made Horace praise his courage and talent in potions.

If nothing unexpected happens, the first place in this Potions class will be the little prince Harry again.