HP/LOTM: Visionary - 373

Chapter 373: The Name Flew Away!

Knockturn Alley, the Queen's office.

Green flames burned in the fireplace, and a figure emerged from it. Skillfully pouring himself a cup of tea, Aiden leaned back on the sofa and let out a sigh.

A pair of delicate hands extended, touching his temples and gently massaging them.

"What's wrong?" A melodious voice came.

"Amelia Bones is beginning to release appeasement signals to conservative forces," Aiden tilted his head back.

"Should I send people to deal with her?" A fierce glint flashed in Arthursi's eyes.

"No, the current situation doesn't allow for movement. Ministry imbalance will cause a decrease in the forces of order. Then Tom's destructive power will greatly increase," Aiden shook his head.

"Withdraw our people. Let's see what changes happen in the Ministry next. Let the conservatives and Death Eaters wear each other down. Send orders for all personnel in Europe to enter concealment. And remember to tell them to stay as far away from Lithuania as possible. That place has probably already become Tom's headquarters."

After thinking for a moment, Aiden gave orders. Arthursi turned back and spoke to someone in the darkness.

"Did you hear?"

"Your will," a figure emerged from the darkness—none other than Barty Crouch Jr., who was nominally already dead.

"If possible, find a way to infiltrate the Magic Ministries of France and Germany. I believe with your ability, this shouldn't be difficult," Aiden instructed.

"Yes."

Barty bowed and withdrew.

"I need to return to Hogwarts. During this time, be more careful. Bring more security personnel when traveling."

"Got it. Why are you being so fussy? Are you getting old?" Arthursi teased.

"Hmph."

The dragon was being proud. He walked into the fireplace and threw Floo Powder. A burst of green light flickered, and he returned to Hogwarts.

To guard against Death Eater attacks, the Ministry specially granted students one-time access to the Floo Network, allowing them to travel from fireplaces to Hogwarts. The entrance was in Professor McGonagall's office.

When Professor McGonagall saw Aiden's arrival, she directly grabbed a large pile of school administration documents and tossed them at him.

"Mr. Prewett, you've arrived at just the right time. These are the school affairs from the Christmas holiday. I'm handing them over to you now."

Then, under McGonagall's expectant gaze, Aiden was pushed out of the office.

Looking at the enormous pile of documents, Aiden fell into silence.

"Oh, Aiden?"

Professor McGonagall's office door opened again. Ron and Harry emerged from inside.

"What's this?" Ron was curious and directly picked up one sheet from the pile of documents Aiden was holding.

"Gryffindor Old Facility Repair Fund Application... isn't this school administration business? Why is it in your hands?"

Ron recognized the familiar handwriting on the document. Clearly, this form had been personally filled out by Gryffindor's prefect, Ron Weasley.

"The Headmaster is traveling. For the time being, I'll be handling all school affairs," Aiden let out a sigh.

"But the use of funds isn't supposed to be declared to school governors... oh, you are the school governor," Harry's question had just risen before it quickly fell.

"By the way, your next lesson will be my responsibility. I'll come find you in your dream on Monday evening. Remember to go to sleep early."

Aiden used a spell to levitate the pile of documents and turned toward the Headmaster's office.

Ron, left behind in place, didn't notice at all that a hunting lioness was approaching him. Then he was grabbed in a sudden embrace by Lavender.

"Did you bring the pendant I gave you?" Lavender asked excitedly.

"Of course, I'm wearing it," Ron resisted somewhat.

"That's good. This is my RonRon," Lavender kissed him.

This scene was coincidentally seen by Hermione walking by. She curled her lip and turned to leave.

Harry didn't want to stand around being a third wheel either, so he hurriedly followed.

"Hermione!" Harry called her.

"I'm sorry, I feel a bit nauseous and want to go vomit for a while," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Wait, I have something to tell you."

Harry hurriedly stopped Hermione and told her about recent events.

"To be honest, I still have doubts about whether Malfoy is a Death Eater. But come look at this."

Hermione pulled out a book with a black cover from her backpack. Harry saw this thing and nearly had PTSD triggering. After all, such a book reminded him of some bad memories.

"Do you remember what Aiden gave us last time?"

Hermione saw Harry trembling like a quail and guessed what was on his mind.

"Forget it, let me show you."

Hermione took Harry to find an empty classroom and unfolded the book. A holographic projection of Britain appeared on it. Harry reached out and touched the projection.

The entire image immediately zoomed in on the spot where he touched, simultaneously displaying the situation at that location. What appeared before their eyes was Little Whinging, Number Four Privet Drive.

His uncle and aunt were sitting on the sofa, watching television and expressing views typical of middle-class families toward various news stories.

"Um, your family is a bit..." Hermione tactfully raised her eyebrows.

"Stupid," Harry finished for her.

"So this is a real-time monitor that lets us see the situation throughout Britain?"

Harry suddenly understood the purpose of Hermione showing him this.

"Yep. You said Malfoy is a Death Eater, so keep a good eye on him these few days."

Hermione tossed the book into Harry's arms.

"However, what's this about the Minister of Magic breaking with Aiden?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, earlier I overheard in Dumbledore's office where he was teasing Aiden, saying he already controlled the entire Ministry..."

Harry's voice grew quieter because he saw Hermione's eyes widening more and more.

"He... the Ministry? How did he, a student, manage that?" Hermione felt her mind becoming somewhat confused.

"Uh, interest exchange or something like that. But now the Minister broke with him, which means he's lost control of the Ministry, right?" Harry scratched his head.

"No, you don't understand. The control Professor Dumbledore mentioned is amazing. Even if the Minister... forget it, you should just go play Quidditch."

Hermione had been enthusiastically wanting to explain to Harry, but seeing his indifferent expression, she lost interest.

That evening, a poster was pasted on the bulletin boards in all four houses' common rooms. Since these wizards had entered their sixth year, the Ministry permitted them to take the Apparition License exam.

For this, the school opened an advanced Apparition class, though this course was fee-based. The registration fee was twelve Galleons.

Ravenclaw Tower, Aiden's dormitory.

Edmund entered with a document in hand and tossed it to Aiden.

"An Apparition instruction class. Are you going to register?" Edmund asked.

"It's not a matter of whether I should, it's that I must," Aiden didn't take the document. It automatically floated to the desk.

"What do you mean?" Ethan became interested.

"This money is the registration fee paid to the Ministry. In name, any exam opened by the Ministry is free. However, they use the danger of spells as a reason to restrict exam conditions, so that students must undergo professional training to participate in the exams. While this spell is dangerous, this professional training..." Aiden let out a scoff.

"Is it decided by the Ministry on who counts as professional, right?" Ethan frowned.

Edmund went over and patted Ethan's shoulder, laughing. "Welcome to the adult world."