The Triwizard Tournament came to a smooth conclusion, and it was fortunate that no one sacrificed their life in the competition.
Strictly speaking, that wasn't entirely true. Hagrid discovered Igor Karkaroff while patrolling the Forbidden Forest.
From his appearance, he had been struck by a curse from behind while fleeing. The Dark Mark was drawn on his clothes with obvious malice.
Hagrid handed his body over to the Ministry of Magic, which caused Fudge to quarrel with Dumbledore again.
Although Fudge had an explosive argument with Dumbledore, he still threw the thousand Galleon prize money to Harry with obvious reluctance.
Finally, the end of the school year arrived, and everyone gathered in Hogwarts' Great Hall.
Dumbledore walked up to the podium, preparing to give his final address with solemn purpose.
"Today, we gather here for the last time to commemorate our impending separation. Originally, as the beginning of a joyful holiday, I should say something cheerful and inspiring. However, I believe you have the right to know the truth and also to prepare you in advance for the coming crisis. Voldemort has returned."
As Dumbledore's words rang out, the wizards below began discussing heatedly with obvious concern.
"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this, but I think concealing the truth would be irresponsible regarding your safety. Please remember this heavy moment, as it reminds me and you that although we come from different places and speak different languages, our hearts are closely connected. Given this year's events, our friendship this year will be all the more precious. As long as you remember this, even in the darkest of times, you will surely find hope!"
Dumbledore waved his wand and banished the surrounding banners with graceful authority.
"Well then, I look forward to seeing you again."
After the assembly ended, the wizards excitedly made their final farewells.
"Write to me," Krum said, stuffing a piece of paper with his address into Hermione's hands.
Nearby, Fleur and Gabrielle were also saying goodbye to Ron and Harry.
"Write!" "Write!" "Write!"...
Aiden maintained a professional smile as he continuously received addresses from all sorts of people.
"Write!" Ethan also came over, pretending to hand over a piece of paper with obvious mischief.
"???" Aiden, who had been using Virtual Personality to handle the outside world, suddenly reacted.
"Ethan Beckett, you're finished!" The evil dragon roared, and Aiden pounced forward in a flying tackle.
The little wizards waved goodbye to each other as the Thestrals pulled their carriages and disappeared into the sky.
The mighty ship was operated by students as it dived to the bottom of the lake.
Aiden followed his friends aboard the train back to King's Cross Station.
Getting into Arthur's brand-new car, they flew all the way back to the Burrow.
Returning to the Burrow after so long, Mrs. Molly immediately decided to prepare a feast to celebrate their reunion.
Aiden sat idly on the sofa when suddenly the bloated feeling in his body receded completely.
Aiden raised an eyebrow, knowing this was a sign that his role-playing was complete.
It's time to prepare for promotion to Sequence 3, Aiden thought.
So, Aiden decisively consulted the system.
System, I already have the Sequence 3 characteristics. What's the ritual? Aiden on the sofa enquired.
Data detection. Sequence 3: Dream Weaver. Ritual: Weave a dream for the people of an era, and drink the potion at the moment when the dream is cast, the system answered.
Dreams, like a beautiful future? Aiden stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Yes, child. You can go to specific time points, weave dreams, and bring them hope to continue, the system's answer was suggestive.
"But how can I return to the past?" Aiden asked in confusion.
"What past?" Ron asked, puzzled by Aiden's sudden outburst.
"Nothing." Aiden said with a dismissive smile.
Dinner passed in the harmonious atmosphere of the family.
The next day, Aiden set off for the Department of Mysteries.
"Oh, the dragon has come. What a rare scene indeed." A man in platinum robes appeared before Aiden.
"Where's Oliver? I came to see him," Aiden said stubbornly.
"Hmph, you'd better be." Oliver said, pushing open a door and walking out.
"Speak up. You don't visit unless you need something." Oliver said, well aware of a certain dragon's nature.
"Well, I'd like to borrow your Time-Turner." Aiden said, scratching his head with obvious embarrassment.
The two men before him simultaneously widened their eyes in shock.
"Uh, although I heard you don't get along with the vermin above, you really don't need to use such things, and we're not allowed to act against them."
The Director hesitated for a moment before advising, while Oliver nodded frequently beside him.
"Sigh, I knew you'd think wrong. I just want to borrow the Time-Turner to make a trip to the past." Aiden explained patiently.
"If you want to change history, that's even more impossible." The Director said, shaking his head.
"What if it's not changing but completing?" Aiden asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Details," Oliver said, coming over to gossip.
"When I fought against Reverse Entropy before, I saw my future self and obtained a core fragment of Reverse Entropy."
Aiden's staff materialised in his hand. He tapped the ground lightly, pulling Oliver and the Director into the church.
"This is the Misty Illusion, and this familiar feeling... why did you bring us to Avalon?" Oliver was stunned for a moment but quickly reacted.
Then Aiden led the two out of the conference room, revealing the church's true form.
"This is..." The Director began examining the bones on the church with growing interest.
After a good while, the Director seemed to understand something and said with obvious excitement,
"I see, I see!" He stared at Aiden with wide, excited eyes.
"Ah, what are you talking about?" Aiden asked with obvious puzzlement.
"Fine, the Time-Turner can be lent to you." The Director said mysteriously.
"Old fox, don't be a riddler." Aiden said, swinging a punch.
The Director nimbly dodged Aiden's fist, revealing the bracelet on his right hand. He gently adjusted it, and a passage opened in Avalon.
"So you do have a preserved path to Avalon." Seeing this scene, Aiden understood what the Department of Mysteries had done.
"We can't really leave this thing for you to mess with alone. What if one day you can't think straight and decide to drag everyone down with you?" The Director said, rolling his eyes.
"Let's go."
Passing through the passage, the three returned to the Department of Mysteries. The Director led Aiden to the Time Room.
Click. As the sealed door was opened again, the giant pendulum appeared before Aiden once more.
"Here, I've lent you the thing. You'll have to figure out how to use it yourself." The Director said, spreading his hands.
Then he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, ready to watch the show.
"Tsk," Aiden said, feeling a headache coming on.
System Big Brother! The thick-skinned dragon decisively used outside assistance.
Project your Bone Church down, and use magical power to stimulate the Deep Realm King's remains. Concealment plus reverse entropy, combined with the Department of Mysteries' weapon, can let you secretly smuggle yourself to the past and reach the time in history that yearns for you.
After the system's explanation, Aiden knew how to operate.
"Hey, old fox... no, Director sir, please help start the Time-Turner." Aiden requested politely.
"Hmph hmph." A certain old fox began working while humming with obvious amusement.
Aiden closed his eyes and pulled over the Bone Church that was far away in Avalon.
With the cooperation of the three powers, a flash of fluorescence passed, and Aiden disappeared from the Time Room.
Only the Director remained, staring at the giant pendulum, not knowing what he was thinking.