Hogwarts's Master of Mind

The happy times at the Burrow soon came to an end, during which the Weasleys were very kind to Harry.

As they were about to part, Harry felt a little reluctant.

Outside the house, the twins were taking turns riding Harry's Nimbus 2000, and shouts could be heard from the window from time to time.

"Life here is like a dream, except that Mr. Weasley would ask me about Muggle things every day." Harry said.

Aiden sat listlessly on the new sofa and yawned.

"Come more often if you like. Auntie likes you very much anyway."

"But I have to go back to the Dursleys. They are my guardians. Otherwise, Aiden, you can adopt me." Harry had intermittent bursts of wit.

"Young man, do you want to listen to what you are saying? You actually expect a minor to adopt another." Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Ding, someone already has one at home."

"Temporarily, Oliver is only staying at my place temporarily, and you know all the things on Potter's body, how could you bring them to my house?"

"Or you can ask Hermione to adopt you." Aiden gave a suggestion.

"Hermione, why?" Ron asked puzzledly.

Aiden smiled and did not answer the question.

Suddenly, an owl hooted outside the house.

An old bald owl flew over and hit the window with a bang.

"It's Errol, he's always like this." Ron said.

Aiden hooked his finger, and the letter on Errol's body flew into his hand.

After opening the letter, Aiden said,

"It's the notification letter from Hogwarts. They sent Harry's letter as well."

Aiden distributed the letters to everyone. The twins, who had had enough fun, came back from outside and found a place to sit down.

"It must be Dumbledore, he is always so powerful." Arthur took a sip of tea.

Aiden unfolded the letter, and besides Miranda Goshawk's book, it was filled with the biography of some celebrity writer.

"'Breaking Up with the Female Ghost', 'Holiday with the Dark Wizard'... seven books in total. Is this guy here to sell books at Hogwarts?" Aiden complained.

"These books are very expensive," Percy said.

"It's okay, we will find a way." Mrs. Molly said.

"Then I'll buy it." Aiden smiled and raised his hand.

"Aiden, you don't have to..." Molly was about to speak when she was interrupted by Aiden.

"It's okay, aunt. I'm not short of money." Aiden raised his eyebrows at Arthur.

"Well, it's true. Recently, the alchemy shop in Diagon Alley has launched a batch of new products with defensive functions, which have been well received." Arthur returned Aiden's look, and they smiled at each other.

Molly hit Arthur, seemed to understand something, and stopped talking.

"Well, there's a place we should go to buy these things, Diagon Alley," Molly said.

After that, she pulled the family to the fireplace.

"Come on, Harry, just say the name of the place and sprinkle the powder." Madam Molly enthusiastically took out the Floo powder and handed it to Harry.

"But, Mum, Harry has never used the Floo Network," said Ron.

"That makes sense. You can demonstrate it first." Molly said without hesitation.

Ron grabbed a handful of Floo powder and shouted "Diagon Alley". After a flash of green fire, he disappeared into the fireplace.

"See, it's very simple. Come on, Harry," Molly encouraged.

Harry tried to take the advice to heart, picked up a pinch of Floo powder, and walked over to the fireplace.

The flames were as warm as a balmy breeze, and he couldn't help opening his mouth, but it was immediately filled with hot coal ash.

"Knockturn Alley," he coughed.

Then he seemed to be sucked into a huge vortex. His body kept spinning rapidly...

"Oh, my goodness, he's gone tumbling down the lane!" Mrs. Molly yelled.

"Aiden, you are good at space alchemy, can you track down Harry's whereabouts?" Arthur calmly tried to remedy the situation immediately.

"Let me try."

After saying that, Aiden took out his staff, connected his magic to the Floo Network, and began to track Harry's whereabouts.

"Let me see. I passed the Ministry of Magic, the Broken Axe, and Madam Malkin's robe shop. Ah, I found it. Borgin and Burke's. I'll go ahead then."

Aiden said to the remaining people, and in a flash he disappeared from the spot.

On the other side, turning into the alley, Harry found the two people he least wanted to see outside the window, Draco and his father.

Harry hurriedly hid in the cupboard, leaving a small gap to observe the outside.

Draco looked around with interest and reached out to touch the props in the store.

Lucius took a step forward and struck the statue with his cane.

"Don't touch anything, Draco."

"Okay, father, I thought you were going to buy me a present," Draco explained, rolling his eyes.

"I promised to buy you a broom for the competition, and I haven't forgotten it." Lucius put away his cane and walked in slowly.

“What’s the benefit of joining the college team? Porter already participated last year.

Everybody's always praising him, and all he has is a scar on his head and a broken broom."

Draco said indignantly.

"Xiaolong, I have to remind you again, even if you don't like Harry Potter.

At least, you have to pretend that you don't hate him, otherwise you would be too stupid.

Of course, you did a good job, and joining that association was a good move." Lucius walked forward slowly.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, welcome to our store. We have just received a new batch of goods and I believe you will like them."

Bock said this as he bent down to get something.

"I'm not here to buy, I'm here to sell," Lucius interrupted.

"Damn Weasley, a new Muggle protection law has been introduced. These are just some poisoned weapons. They will bring us trouble." Lucius raised his proud head.

At this moment, there was a flash in space, and a little wizard wearing a wide wizard hat appeared in the store.

"Well, the scent of poverty mixed with malice can be smelled from ten kilometers away, the Bocks."

This sentence was seen in the notes of the ancestors of the Prewett family. They instructed that when meeting someone from the Bock family, they must use this sentence as the opening remark.

"After Aiden finished speaking, rows of skeletons gave a thumbs-up in the cemetery of Prewitt."

"Damn you Prewett, why don't you just die? Why aren't you all dead yet?" Boginbock's defense was broken immediately.

"Oh, good morning, Uncle Lucius. How could you condescend to come to a store filled with evil and curses?"

Aiden saluted Lucius and pointedly ignored Borgin.

"Oh, it's Aiden. I have some things to do here. How about you playing with Xiaolong for a while?"

After saying that, Lucius signaled to Draco with his eyes.

"Hehe, little brat, just go and drink your milk obediently. How can you, Prewett, understand the importance of these treasures?" Borgin and Burke were somewhat proud.

"Yeah, it's important enough to live in an alley." Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Damn it, if it weren't for you Prewett..." Borgin wanted to rush out from the counter.

Lucius, who was quick-witted, stopped him and said, "Ahem, Mr. Borgin, our business is more important."

He winked at Draco again, and Draco pulled Aiden away from the counter.