Chapter 94: Fast Chanting Class

In Dumbledore's office, he asked Aiden and Snape to sit down.

"Oh, Aiden, after not seeing you for a summer, you seem to have invented something amazing."

Dumbledore cleverly changed the subject to avoid further escalation of the conflict.

"Yes Professor, a copy of the magic and wand has been sent to you. Do you have any comments?" Aiden asked modestly.

“Well, in terms of magic, for ordinary wizards, it takes a long time of accumulation to open the door of the mind.

The wand is a minor problem. Wizards who have reached this level are less likely to worry about Galleons. "

Dumbledore suddenly changed his tone, looked at Aiden with his old but still resolute eyes, and said,

"But, do you have other methods?"

"Yes, as expected of a professor. The inner power of Nauthiz (?), in conjunction with the Dueling Association, can carve a wizard's own anchor in the Misty Realm, thereby bypassing the accumulation of the mind and reaching the Misty Realm in advance."

Aiden gave the answer.

"Well, that's a good idea. Have you ever considered staying at Hogwarts to teach in the future? I can open a special course for you." Dumbledore winked at Aiden.

After a round of greetings, seeing that the two had almost calmed down, Dumbledore mentioned the incident again.

"So, what could have caused a professor to almost duel with a student in school?"

Snape complained first.

"This kid has flouted school rules and openly used magic to attack his classmates. I suggest that he be detained here for the entire school year!"

"Professor, everyone can play Legilimency, so let's not do these fake things. Do you need me to show you my memory?"

Aiden leisurely picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Hmph." Snape crossed his arms and folded them over his chest.

"Well, Severus, we all know that young wizards are bound to be a little overwhelmed, especially for their families."

Dumbledore winked at Aiden in a corner where Snape couldn't see.

"What we need to do now is to calm down this fight as quickly as possible and put the first few main offenders in solitary confinement. Is that okay?"

"What about our talented Mr. Prewett?" Snape glanced at Aiden.

"Well, let me think about it. Let Mr. Prewett come to my place for detention and help me deal with the affairs." Dumbledore made the decision.

"Hmph." Snape snorted and left the office.

"Aiden, I apologize to you on behalf of Severus. You know, Slytherins are more..."

"It's okay, I know, Professor Dumbledore, if there's nothing else I'll leave first."

Aiden stood up and prepared to leave, but Dumbledore had no intention of letting him go.

"Leave? Where are you going? You still have to be detained here." Dumbledore smiled at Aiden.

Aiden: “…”

"So it's going to start today? And you don't even want me to be put in confinement. You're just too lazy to deal with school matters." Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Look at what you said. I'll let you get familiar with school affairs first. How can this old man harm you?"

......

It was almost curfew when Aiden finished his work and came out of the office.

On the other side, Harry, Hermione and Ron also forgot the time because they played too late at Hagrid's place.

"Hurry up, Harry, curfew is about to start." Ron took the lead.

But the curfew bells still rang.

"Oh, that's terrible. We're on a night cruise now." Hermione said dejectedly.

"It's okay, it's not the first time anyway." Harry shrugged.

"Meow~" Mrs. Loris's voice came from behind the three of them, and her red pupils stared at them.

"Run!" Harry shouted.

This attracted Filch's attention, and he ran over quickly.

A tense chase began in the corridor.

"Peeves, go help them." A ghost suddenly appeared, it was Sir Nick.

"Well, okay, next time I play a prank, you have to cover for me." Peeves made a request.

"Okay." Sir Nick agreed readily.

Then Peeves threw several water balloons at Filch.

"Foolish Filch, come and catch me."

"You damn Peeves." Filch chased after him, cursing.

"Oh, Sir Nick, thank you for your help." Hermione thanked him.

"It's no big deal. It's my duty to provide some insignificant help to the younger generation of Gryffindor.

Oh, and by the way, can I invite you all to my Deathday dinner, on Halloween?"

There was a glimmer of cunning in Sir Nick's eyes, and it was obvious that the ghost's help was not without cost.

"Of course, you can." Harry felt that Sir Nick was really a man of great integrity, so he agreed.

The perspective comes to the sixth floor, Aiden walks through the stairs and steps into the corridor.

"You bloody Peeves." Filch chased after him from the corridor ahead.

Aiden frowned and used psychological invisibility to hide in the blind spot of consciousness.

Passed by Filch and Peeves.

Peeves was evading Filch's capture while throwing water balloons at him.

But as luck would have it, the water ball hit Aiden.

This time, Aiden was dragged out of the blind spot of consciousness by Peeves.

The three of them looked at each other, and silence was Cambridge tonight.

"Aha, look what I found, a little wizard who wanders around at night." Filch immediately stepped forward and tried to catch Aiden.

"Mr. Filch, I have just been released from detention in the headmaster's office. If you have any objections to this, you can go and ask the headmaster." Aiden explained.

Filch stared at Aiden for a long moment before he started to walk away, cursing.

Suddenly, an owl flew in from outside and threw a letter over.

Filch was careless for a moment and the letter flew into Aiden's hands.

Aiden's gossipy nature made him take a glance and see the signature on the envelope.

It is a course called fast chanting.

"Oh, it seems that there are also training institutions in the magic world that make money from teaching and training." Aiden sighed.

"Give it to me." Filch snatched the letter.

"Don't tell anyone else." He stared at Aiden, hoping to threaten him with this.

Aiden's eyes were curved into crescents, and his beautiful heterochromatic pupils were very dazzling.

"So, Mr. Argus Filch, you seem to be very keen on using magic."

Aiden exposed Filch's wounds, and he became angry and embarrassed.

"Yes, yes, what's wrong with wanting to use magic? Why did I have to be born into the magical world?