Chapter 169 Transformation
Two days later, Harry was discharged from the hospital wing in good health.
After being discharged from the hospital, he immediately went to find Lupin, wanting to learn from him how to fight the Dementors.
Harry walked into the classroom and prepared to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
Push the door open.
"Oh, hiss, Aiden, be gentle..."
Harry saw Aiden hanging his beloved Professor Lupin in the air, with an unknown faint light emitting from the tip of his wand.
"Aiden, what are you doing? Let Professor Lupin go." Harry rushed towards Aiden and tried to save Lupin.
Then, he hung on Aiden. The physical fitness of the dream walker should not be something that the little wizard could shake.
Looking at the sloth hanging on his body, Aiden spoke helplessly,
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to your Professor Lupin. We need to do some tests."
Aiden pressed down with his right hand, and Lupin was lowered to the ground following the movement of his right hand.
"Check?" Harry was a little confused.
"Well, about my health. Harry, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Lupin quickly changed the subject.
"Professor, I have some questions for you." Harry asked anxiously.
"Okay, let's sit down and talk slowly." Professor Lupin waved his wand and several chairs floated out.
"Are you going to take me with you?" Aiden pointed at himself.
"Of course, maybe we can provide a little help to Harry." Professor Lupin looked at Aiden meaningfully.
Aiden raised his hand, and several butterflies danced between his fingers, casting silver light from time to time.
"Professor, why don't you let me face the Boggart?" Harry asked.
"Because, I think your Boggart might turn into Voldemort."
Lupin's eyes were firm, as if he was resisting something he couldn't see.
Harry was stunned when he heard Lupin's words, because this was the first time he heard a wizard of his age call the You-Know-Who by his name.
"But I, I also thought it was Voldemort at first, but I didn't expect it to be Dementors. And this is the second time I have been affected by Dementors."
Harry's tone was low, as if he was depressed by his Quidditch failure.
"That's good. It shows that what you are afraid of is fear itself. It's a wise choice." Lupin encouraged.
Then Lupin turned his gaze to Aiden and said,
“When I see you today, it’s like I’m seeing your parents.”
"My parents?" Harry asked confused.
"Harry you have the same eyes as your mother and Aiden has the same beautiful face as his mother."
Professor Lupin smiled, and through the two people in front of him he could see the two senior sisters from the past.
"But you are boys after all, so your personalities are more like your fathers. James likes to get into trouble, and Gideon is very good at fighting."
Professor Lupin pointed his index finger at the two of them and spun them around.
It was the first time Harry heard someone mention his parents, and Aiden didn't feel much about it.
"Tell me about Harry, Professor. I'm afraid he wants to seek help from you for methods to fight the Dementors." Aiden said meaningfully.
"Yes, Professor, why do Dementors have such a big effect on me?" Harry inquired.
"Dementors are the most evil creatures. They suck all good feelings. You probably have such a big reaction because you have been hurt before."
Lupin introduced Harry.
"Professor, can you teach me how to fight them?" Harry asked with anticipation in his eyes.
"Since Dementors are interested in you, I will teach you, but you have to wait until after the winter break. I need a rest recently." Lupin said.
Knock knock! As soon as Lupin finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Professor Snape kicked the door open and walked in, holding a cup of strange steaming liquid in his hand.
"Hmph, is Ravenclaw's studies so easy that you can make friends everywhere, Mr. Prewett?"
Snape saw Aiden in Lupin's office and wanted him to stay away from Lupin, but unfortunately his words of persuasion immediately changed their meaning.
As a transcendent who excels in spiritual skills, Aiden naturally understood the meaning of Teacher Si's words.
"Yes, Professor, I will go back immediately and devote all my energy to study."
"That's not necessary. Have you learned how to cook this thing?" Snape asked.
Aiden didn't answer, just nodded.
"Well, then the task of making medicine for this guy will also be given to you from now on." Professor Snape crossed his arms.
"With pleasure." Aiden bowed slightly.
Harry, standing by, looked at the potion Snape had placed on his desk. He thought it was poisonous and wanted to knock it over.
Unfortunately, as soon as his little thought came to his mind, Aiden suppressed it with a stern look.
"Hmph." The arrogant bat turned and left.
"Aiden, I'm sorry to trouble you for a while." Professor Lupin looked at Aiden with a little apology.
"It's just a piece of cake, Professor." Aiden waved his hand and turned into a butterfly and disappeared in the office.
.......
On the other hand, for some reason, the Department of Mysteries, which suddenly became wealthy, was still doing well after the Ministry of Magic cut off its funding.
On the other hand, Fudge was embroiled in the Dementor scandal, which kept him out of the spotlight for a long time.
On Filch's side, he had completed all the tasks assigned by Aiden and gathered a large group of Squibs.
In order to provide these people with a space to move around, Aiden had to buy a property in Hogsmeade, where land is extremely expensive.
Fortunately, after the Department of Mysteries moved into Prewett's shop, the income began to normalize, and this money was a drop in the bucket for Aiden.
On Friday night, Aiden passed through the secret passage and arrived at the Hogsmeade base.
Inside the stronghold, a group of poor people who were blocked outside the magic gate had been waiting eagerly.
Aiden pushed the door open and walked in, his heterochromatic eyes and dragon horns standing out between them.
"Mr. Prewett, these are the Squibs you asked me to gather." Filch bent down.
"Sir.", "Greetings.", "Thank you very much."......
Greetings continued to be heard from the crowd, who seemed very excited.
"Have you taken the oath?" Aiden asked.
"All of them," Filch responded.
There was a flash of space, and a man in a platinum robe walked in.
"Hi, Long, long time no see." The frivolous man greeted Aiden.
"Where's the stuff?" Aiden glanced at him and got straight to the point to prevent him from going crazy.
The director said nothing, but made way for Oliver to come in carrying a container sealed with multiple spells.
"This is the 'thread' that the Department of Mysteries has collected during this period." Oliver threw the container to Aiden.
Aiden took the container and began to set up the ceremony site.
After some operations, Aiden raised his head and within his sight, the two guys who were standing and watching the show didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
"Why don't you two slackers leave yet?" Aiden wondered.
"Cry, is this how you treat people? You call him Director when you are useful, and call him a slacker when you are useless."
As she spoke, the director even pulled out a pink handkerchief and wiped away her non-existent tears.
Small crosses began to appear on Aiden's forehead.
"Please stop it." Oliver stopped the director from making trouble and turned to Aiden.
"The Department of Mysteries needs to confirm the safety of this ritual, and you should know the meaning behind it."
Aiden nodded and didn't chase away the two slackers.
Then, Aiden activated the alchemical matrix, allowing the dumb cannons below to come up one by one to connect to Avalon.
Soon, a large number of "wizards" emerged, and Aiden's performance was also improving rapidly.
The director gave them a brief introduction to the rules of wizardry and left a silver bracelet on each of their hands.
"Is it necessary?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.
"That's the rule," the director replied.
"I am the first person in thousands of years to successfully create a wizard. Can you tell me where this rule comes from?" Aiden was confused.
"I made it up."
The director had already left with Oliver, leaving only his voice echoing in the house.
