Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After class, Harry deliberately wandered around the Potions classroom.

After all the other students had left, he went up to talk to Horace.

"Sir, I was wondering if I could ask you something." Harry placed his notes on the table.

"Ask, my dear boy, ask."

Horace put the materials into his suitcase. As a nomadic potion master, he was always in the habit of carrying materials with him.

"Well, I was in the restricted section of the library one night and read something about rare magic."

Harry's restless hands fiddled with the instruments on the table.

Horace slowed down his speech and his movements, "What magic?"

"Uh, I don't know. I can't quite remember its name. I'm curious, is there some magic that you can't teach us?"

Harry spread his hands and slammed them on his trousers, making a noise.

"Well, maybe you should ask Professor Snape. After all, he is your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Horace had already packed the materials and picked up the box.

"Yes, you know he and I have a mutual dislike, sir.

I mean, he's not like you, he might misunderstand me."

Harry looked at Horace sincerely, intending to impress him with a straight shot.

Horace passed by him carrying the box and looked back at him, "Yes, there is no darkness without light. The same is true for magic. We always try to live in the light. I suggest you do the same."

Faced with the question from his favorite student, Horace did not dare to answer and ran towards the door in embarrassment.

He knew very well that Harry wanted to ask him about the Dark Arts, but he no longer dared to provide guidance to students. After all, the events of fifty-three years ago were still fresh in his mind.

"Is that what you told Tom Riddle when he asked you that?"

Harry simply stated his full purpose directly.

"Dumbledore sent you, didn't he? Didn't he?"

Horace could only use a harsh voice to cover up his inner anxiety, and then left quickly.

Harry's straight shot was undoubtedly a failure. He returned to the common room dejectedly and told his two friends what happened.

In the afternoon, the Apparition class that all the little wizards had been looking forward to finally arrived.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was converted into a classroom, and the long tables around it were moved away.

The deans of the four colleges were all present and were responsible for leading the team to maintain order.

The class was taught by a professional teacher sent by the Ministry of Magic, Wicked Treads.

He stood on the stage and loudly preached the dos and don'ts of Apparition.

And Draco and Goyle started arguing for some reason.

"Shut up!" Professor McGonagall yelled at them, causing Wicky, who was lecturing on the stage, to stop.

"Oh, I'm not talking about you, Professor Wicky." Professor McGonagall waved her hand to signal him to continue.

Harry pushed through the crowd and carefully squeezed next to Aiden.

"Hey, man, don't push, don't push? Harry Potter?" Ethan couldn't stand the squeeze, and when he turned around, he saw a pair of green eyes.

"Oh, hello, Aiden's roommate, I need to talk to him about something." Harry stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ethan.

"Okay." Ethan stepped back to get out of the way.

"Aiden!" Harry reached out and shook the dragon that was swimming in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

"What?" Aiden turned around.

"Aiden, I tried to obtain Horace's memory, but..."

Harry began to tell the story of his straight ball, and directly silenced Horace, who avoided Harry in school.

"Good guy, you dare to use all the tricks Ronnie gave you." Aiden scratched his head.

"Now that things have come to this, what should I do?" Harry asked for help.

"Since you're already being straightforward, you can only go down this path. You can't be sincere one moment and cold the next. Wouldn't it be easier for Horace to compare you to Senior Sister Tom?"

Aiden rolled his eyes and lamented that Harry had really chosen the most difficult method.

On the platform, Weiji's precautions have been explained.

Then came free practice, and Harry had to return to the Gryffindor team.

"So what is his purpose in coming to see you?" Edmund came over curiously to gossip.

"He has taken a fancy to the young master of the Lestrange family and is ready to confess his love to you." Aiden made up a lie.

"Hmph, when it comes to this, who can compare to the rose of Ravenclaw?" Edmund retorted.

"Okay, both of you, isn't Apparating fun? You still have time to argue. I'm going to try first."

Ethan skipped the two of them, cut in line and walked to Professor Flitwick, and started trying.

He took out his wand, chanted a spell in his mind, and the space flickered.

Ethan appeared in front of Aiden, but unfortunately, he was missing a leg.

"Your leg is broken." Aiden laughed expressionlessly.

"Poof!" Edmund wanted to cover his mouth but still laughed out loud.

"!!" Ethan was startled, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Is it separated?" Weiji came over and took his leg back.

"Pay attention to the three Ds: goal, determination and composure. Think about it yourself, which one is missing?" Wicki taught Ethan.

"Chengrong, I'm sorry I was so nervous." Ethan said angrily as he got up from the ground.

Then he glanced at the two people who were still laughing at him and said angrily, "What are you laughing at? Come on, one of you."

"Well." Aiden raised an eyebrow at him.

He took a step forward without even using his wand. After a flash of space, Aiden appeared in front of Professor Flitwick.

"Well, that's great. It's a pity it's not my course, otherwise I would definitely give you ten extra points." Professor Flitwick clapped his hands.

"Not bad, if this was an exam, you would have been able to get a license." Weiji nodded and went to teach others.

Then, a large group of Ravenclaws gathered around and asked Aiden how he felt.

"Oh, it's a rose after all." Edmund outside the crowd sighed to Ethan.

"I heard it!" Aiden's voice suddenly came from behind Edmund.

"?" Question marks popped up on the foreheads of the two roommates at the same time.

They looked at Aiden in the crowd, and then looked at Aiden behind them.

"What kind of magic is this? Clone?" Ethan scratched his head.

"It's just an illusion. The one left in the crowd is an illusion with my knowledge. It corresponds to my fourth project. Do you want to try it?"

Aiden raised an eyebrow at the two of them, then took out two black balls.

"What is this?", "How do I use this?"

As soon as they opened their mouths, they asked two questions respectively.

Aiden placed the sphere directly into their hands, and the purple halo formed a channel similar to an integrated circuit.

It unfolded in the hands of both men, and then the sphere melted into their hands.

Panels and boxes appeared before their eyes.

"Try to click it, or ask a question." Aiden explained the usage.

The two quickly became familiar with the terminal and got started.

"It turns out that you have developed such a good thing. No wonder you are always one step ahead in learning." Ethan exclaimed.

"Who do you think uploaded the knowledge in there?" Aiden rolled his eyes and turned away.