"Sorry to disturb you so late," Arthursi said, setting down her teacup.
Aiden waved his wand. All the headmasters' portraits flipped to face the wall.
"Your performance is complete? So fast?" Aiden asked, sitting casually on the office desk.
"After all, there are still many Dark wizards in Knockturn Alley with hidden agendas. The best way to control them is to peer into their dreams," Arthursi said, smiling.
"And the ritual?"
"The Dunblane tragedy," Arthursi said, handing Aiden a newspaper.
Aiden took the newspaper and saw that it prominently featured the Dunblane Primary School shooting incident.
"We manipulated the media to stir up public sentiment. Tomorrow, people opposing guns will organize a nationwide protest march."
Arthursi covered half her face with a small fan. Her eyes shone brightly in the dim office.
"The location is between Downing Street and the Houses of Parliament."
"Isn't that right at the Leaky Cauldron's entrance?" Aiden asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You can't expect me to travel halfway across the country to find a ritual site for my advancement."
Arthursi looked at Aiden, her eyes seeming to say, Surely you wouldn't expect that of me.
The dragon huffed with pride.
"All right, I'm just lucky, able to guide the situation. Without you leading the way, where would we be today?" Arthursi said, running her hand along the dragon's scales.
Aiden added the prepared ingredient to pure water. The pure water immediately transformed into a potion.
Countless fragments of light rose from the potion, like the manifestation of the collective unconscious sea.
Handing the potion to Arthursi, Aiden asked, "Do you need me there tomorrow?"
"That won't be necessary. I can handle it. Wait for my good news," Arthursi said, smiling. She stepped into the fireplace in the headmaster's office.
The next day, Aiden saw news in the Daily Prophet. Tens of thousands of Muggles had marched near the Leaky Cauldron.
At the end of the march, dragon roars were suspected to have been heard. The Ministry now suspects wizard involvement and is soliciting clues from all citizens. Confirmed clues will be rewarded with 100 Galleons.
After reading, Aiden smiled slightly, put away the newspaper, and continued his breakfast.
After eating, Aiden wanted to go to the Room of Requirement to check on Tom's soul.
Then a Slytherin girl passed by Aiden for the third time that morning.
If he still couldn't see her problem, his abilities as a Discerner would be worthless.
The Discerner's gaze pierced the boundary between illusion and reality, revealing a certain Manipulator's virtual personality on her island of consciousness.
Following the connection of the collective unconscious sea, he 'saw' Arthursi.
In Knockturn Alley, an elegant girl was browsing through books. A fruit plate sat beside her.
A pair of heterochromatic dragon eyes opened in her perception, then she closed her eyes.
"Well done, just advanced and already infiltrating Hogwarts," Aiden said, rubbing his temples.
"Hehe," Arthursi said, sticking out her tongue playfully.
"All right, notify Lada to come to Hogwarts. I have something to assign her recently."
Aiden gave Arthursi an order, then his consciousness withdrew from Knockturn Alley.
"Unromantic man," Arthursi muttered. She stabbed a fork into a piece of fruit and stood to find Rada.
Now at the same sequence level, Lada could no longer wander freely in places Arthursi couldn't monitor.
"Get up, lazy cat!" Arthursi said, grabbing Lada by the scruff of her neck.
"Ha," Lada yawned. "What... you advanced to demigod!"
"Your boss is looking for you. Go to Hogwarts."
After speaking, Arthursi directly tossed this Manipulator into the rain curtain.
Inside Hogwarts, Aiden opened the tower window. A cat climbed up.
"Aiden!" Lada said, opening her paws and pouncing into Aiden's arms.
Aiden cast a drying spell on her, then smoothed her fur.
"What's up? Arthursi said you were looking for me," Lada said, purring contentedly in Aiden's arms.
"I want you to go to Lithuania."
Aiden picked up Lada and pressed his forehead to hers.
He transmitted some information he had detected to her.
"Dumbledore, Voldemort... but how do you expect me, a cat, to get from Britain to Lithuania?"
Light flashed in the little cat's eyes. Being lazy always greatly improves a cat's negotiating skills, doesn't it?
"Stop pretending. You can sneak onto planes. Don't think I don't know."
Aiden had caught this creature secretly traveling to other countries several times.
"You're spying on me!"
"Caught you by chance. Stop talking nonsense. Hurry and go."
Lightly tapping Lada on the head, Rada turned her back on Aiden and jumped out the window.
Europe.