Chapter 176: Thesis, Rat Traces, and Self-Delusion

Aiden, arranged by Professor McGonagall, began a new round of typing.

Since the massive amount of data collected before the experiment was not recorded in detail, Aiden could only go back to his life of going back to the library, classroom, dormitory, and cafeteria.

"Look (well well), who is this? The famous socialite of Hogwarts, the Ravenclaw rose who can go wherever she wants, why has she condescended to come to the Slytherin table?" Arthursie teased.

Aiden, who is obsessed with his thesis, entrusts his daily life to an artificial idiot - a virtual personality.

It turns out that the computing power of a demigod is not enough to handle a large project at the same time.

This also made Aiden consider whether he should pocket some of Avalon's computing power.

"Maybe I can split the virtual personality and borrow other people's brains." One of the virtual personalities suddenly sent an idea to Aiden.

"It's a good idea, but where can I find such a lively and lively brain?" Aiden complained.

"Hey, Aiden, what are you daydreaming about? Are you too tired lately?" Arthuri asked with concern.

"No, I just overexerted my brain."

Aiden came back to his senses, bringing Arthursi into the blind spot of consciousness.

"I just happened to come to Slytherin. I have something to tell you." Aiden said seriously.

"Every time you come to me, you have something to tell me." Arthursie muttered.

"In the near future, I need you to spread the members of the dark wizard team and try to spread their influence to Europe." Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"Are you going to start a wizard war across Europe?" Arthuri said with some delight.

"Happy?" Aiden wondered.

"Don't read my mind." Arthursi hurriedly suppressed her emotions.

"No, Arthursie, we need to expand the power of a certain Dark Lord.

As for loyalty, it doesn't matter. Now is the time to use someone. Just add my name after the prayer. "

A certain demigod confidently pushed up the unilateral glasses on his eye sockets.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Arthur nodded.

The conversation between the two ended in a strange lunch atmosphere.

......

On Monday night, Harry was in his room, looking through the Marauder's Map.

"Spider! Spider wants me to tap dance!" Ron woke up screaming.

"Haha." A dragon wandering in the dream let out a sweet laugh.

Harry was stunned for a moment, "Tell the spider you don't want to jump."

"Oh, yes, I can tell it." Ron fell back to sleep.

Harry continued to look through the Marauder's Map, when suddenly he saw a familiar name on it.

Peter Pettigrew.

Professor McGonagall's words echoed in Harry's ears, and he realized that this was a 'dead man', a dead man wandering around Hogwarts.

He immediately stood up, crossed the Gryffindor common room, and followed Peter into the corridor.

Harry looked at the Marauder's Map and saw Filch ahead, so he quickly put out the Luminescent Charm in his hand.

But another fluorescent spell lit up.

"Are you still wandering around the castle so late? Pot." Snape's muddy voice sounded.

"I was sleepwalking," Harry responded.

"You're so much like your father, Pott, always wandering around the castle with such a high and mighty air." Snape continued sarcastically.

"My father is not arrogant, and neither am I. If you don't mind, please lower your wand." Harry countered slightly.

After hearing this, Snape also pointed his wand downwards.

"What's in your pockets?" Snape keenly noticed Harry's bulging pockets.

Harry remained silent, not wanting the Marauder's Map to be discovered.

"Take it out." Snape emphasized.

Harry pulled the Marauder's Map out of his pocket.

Snape tapped his wand, "Secret Apparition." He saw the handwriting on the parchment at a glance, "Read it."

"..map made by Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, in tribute to Professor Snape, and..." Harry paused.

"Go on," Snape demanded.

"And ask him not to meddle in other people's business." The honest child finished reading according to the above words.

"Well, you shameless..." Professor Snape didn't finish his words.

Lupin appeared, "Professor."

Snape pointed his wand behind him. "Look, Lupin, taking a walk in the moonlight."

"Maybe moonlight will be my good companion in the future." Lupin said meaningfully.

Then he looked at Harry, "Harry, are you okay?"

Snape took the Marauder's Map from Harry. "Perhaps I received something good from him. Look, Lupin. This is 'your' specialty, full of dark magic."

Lupin took the Marauder's Map, "I'm afraid it's not some kind of dark magic. I think it's just a product of Zonko who started it."

"Let me go back and study it." Lupin tilted his head to signal Harry, and Harry followed him away.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Harry being taken to a safe place by Lupin.

"If you care so much about him, just say it out loud, Professor." The boy's voice seemed to carry a melodious melody as it reached Snape's ears.

"Aiden Prewett." Turning around and seeing the pair of impressive heterochromatic eyes, Snape also recognized the person.

"Let's take a walk together, Professor," Aiden invited.

"Huh, the little wizard who wanders around at night is so bold when facing the professor." Snape was ready to increase the intensity of Aiden.

But the operator just gave him a look, controlled everything about him, and then let him go.

"You...?" Snape, who regained his freedom, seemed to understand something.

"Let's go, Professor." Aiden led Snape forward.

"What is your purpose? Is it possible that someone like you is hiding in the school, planning to get rid of Dumbledore and establish yourself as king?" Snape asked.

"Professor, don't think so badly of people. For the audience, the only reason to stay in the theater is to watch the plays.

Besides, what are you talking about? Where else can a little wizard of my age go except attending school?" Aiden put his hands together and put them on his cheeks, acting cute.

"Hmph, evil little devil." Snape remembered the evaluation of him two years ago.

"Now that I've finished talking about my business, let's talk about you." Aiden threw the subject back.

"What can happen to me?" Snape said stubbornly.

"Alas, you are also my mentor. You have contributed to my achievements in Potions today. Seeing you torturing yourself like this, I feel...unbearable."

White mist floated out of Aiden's mouth and quickly condensed into frost.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Snape seemed to be running out of patience.

"That child, Harry Potter, the son of Lily Evans, do you want him to misunderstand you forever?"

Aiden's drooped eyelashes seemed to be speaking up for Snape.

"How did you... No, it's not difficult for you. But this has nothing to do with you. Now if you still think I'm a professor, go back to sleep."

Snape stopped and raised his hand with all his strength, pointing towards the Ravenclaw common room.

"Alas." The self-indulgent dragon turned into a butterfly and dissipated into the air.