Harry, who was about to grow moldy in the hospital wing, was at last allowed to leave. As soon as he was discharged, he immediately found Ron and Hermione.
"Ron, Hermione, Colin has been petrified," Harry said anxiously.
"Perhaps we need to find out who the Heir of Slytherin is," Hermione suggested, having apparently forgotten the disastrous lesson of the previous year.
"Malfoy," Ron said, a sudden realization dawning on him. "It has to be him. He was shouting that word so loudly on Halloween." He snapped his fingers. "Maybe Crabbe and Goyle know something. We can trick them into talking."
"But they're not that stupid," Hermione countered, frowning in thought. "Maybe there are other ways, but I have to remind you, this would be very difficult and would violate at least fifty school rules."
"Maybe we can ask the almighty Aiden?" Ron's mind began to churn again.
So the trio began to search the castle for Aiden.
Aiden, who had been busy all night, was hiding on the rooftop to catch up on his sleep. The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze caressed his cheeks as if a playful fairy were offering him a gift. The quiet rooftop was the perfect place to sleep. If it weren't for being at school, Aiden would have even spread his wings to let his scales bask in the sun.
But this peace was soon broken. With a bang, the door to the rooftop was thrown open.
After some searching, the three of them had finally learned of Aiden's whereabouts from Oliver and rushed over. Because he sensed Ron's familiar mental fluctuations, the still-drowsy Aiden didn't immediately leave.
The trio burst onto the rooftop and saw a figure who looked like an elf, surrounded by the gentle breeze.
"Aiden..." Hermione began, about to wake him, when she saw the silver-white dragon horns on his head. For a moment, the Gryffindor witch couldn't resist the impulse and reached out to touch one. Harry, seeing his chance, did the same. The silver-white horn was small and cute, and it felt cool and sharp to the touch.
Realizing his horns were being touched, Aiden finally opened his eyes. His hazy, heterochromatic gaze was full of laziness. "It's you three," he stretched. "What's the matter?"
"Aiden... your head?" Hermione was still a little confused, having forgotten her original purpose for a moment.
"Oh, this," Aiden glanced casually at Ron. "Let Ron explain it to you."
Ron knew that look all too well, and the hair on his arms stood on end. "Ahem, it's a Prewett family trait," he said quickly. "You know, wizards always have some strange talents, right? Never mind that, we have something serious to ask Aiden, don't we?" He hastily changed the subject, snapping Harry back to reality.
"Yes, Aiden," Harry said, his eyes full of pleading. "We think Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin. We want to get information from Crabbe and Goyle, and Hermione said there's a difficult way to do it. Can you help us?"
"That's right," Hermione added, clenching her fists as if she were about to throw a punch. "We plan to use Polyjuice Potion to sneak into the Slytherin common room and get information from Malfoy. Then, we can prove he's the heir and get him expelled."
"A good idea," Aiden said, trying his best to suppress the amused smile that was forming on his lips. "Tell me, what difficulties have you encountered?"
"We don't have the recipe for Polyjuice Potion," Hermione explained, "and we don't know where to get the restricted ingredients."
Aiden reached into his pocket and took out a book, handing it to Hermione. "Moste Potente Potions," he said, a sly look in his eyes. "You would have had to find this in the Restricted Section. As for the materials, you'll have to figure that out on your own."
"Look," Ron whispered to Harry. "Aiden's pockets really do have everything."
"That would be wonderful," Harry murmured, falling into a strange fantasy.
The three of them took the book and hurried away, leaving Aiden alone on the rooftop.
"It's really tiring being their savior, Professor," Aiden said to the empty air.
"Perhaps it is not just my savior you are, but the entire British wizarding world's," a voice replied. Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged from the air.
"That's a heavy enough burden," Aiden said, his eyes devoid of emotion, a self-control unique to those on the Visionary Pathway. "Why put it on the children?"
"And what about you, child?" Dumbledore's eyes held a trace of heartache. "Who has put such a burden on you?"
"No one, Professor," Aiden said quietly. "No one."
Aiden said goodbye to Dumbledore and came down from the rooftop, only to run into Arsesi leading her group of "sisters."
Aiden just stared. "..."
Since gaining the abilities of a Spectator, Arsesi had quickly woven an intelligence network within Hogwarts. With its help, Aiden could now obtain more in-depth information than even Dumbledore. After all, simple monitoring could not reveal the secrets hidden in people's hearts.
"Okay, girls, I have something to do," Arsesi said, dismissing her followers. "Let's talk next time." A moment later, she walked over to Aiden.
"Oh, my dear Master Prewett," she teased, her face full of amusement. "Have you finally remembered your poor, forgotten partner?"
"Alright, Arsesi," Aiden said, not indulging her mischief. "I have something important to discuss with you. You asked me before how we could ensure the loyalty of new members joining our organization." He took out a note and handed it to her. "Once you have selected a suitable member, have them recite this prayer."
Arsesi took the note and carefully read its contents.
"Outsider who does not belong to this world, the great master of the sea of consciousness, the Mind Dragon who controls thought, I voluntarily join the Twilight Hermit Society, adhere to the truth, and strive unremittingly for the coexistence of wizards and ordinary people."
As she recited the oath, a grand, powerful force swept over her, and she could feel herself being marked by an unspeakable, powerful entity.
"What was that?" Arsesi's voice trembled slightly.
Aiden smiled, and for a moment he seemed almost illusory. "The Mind Dragon." He changed the subject, releasing a wave of comfort to soothe her. "Now, with this guarantee, you can begin to expand the number of people in the Twilight Hermit Society."
"Okay," she said, her composure returning. "Do you have any requirements for the personnel?"
"Let me think," Aiden said. "Character, strength, and a genuine belief in our philosophy."
"Seems a bit picky," Arsesi frowned.
"You need to appreciate the risks we're taking," Aiden shrugged, his expression sobering. "Recruiting anyone who sees this as a game isn't just foolish—it's murder. We'd be signing their death warrant, and likely our own."
"Alright," she agreed. "I'll look for suitable candidates."
"By the way," Aiden winked, "the next Dueling Association event is about to begin. You can observe some of the people there and try to recruit them."
"Dueling Association event? Who? Where?" Arsesi was about to ask, but when she looked up, Aiden had already vanished from her sight.
"Aiden Prewett," she gritted her teeth, her voice echoing down the empty corridor.
(End of Chapter)
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