Hogwarts's Master of Mind

The northern suburbs of Hull, around Pearson Park.

A little wizard in a black robe came here with a magic wand in hand.

In a secluded place in Pearson Park, groups of homeless people and drug addicts knelt on the ground, seemingly praying to something unknown.

Oliver's eyes turned red when he saw such a ceremony. He rushed forward and kicked down several people.

The person he kicked down got up tremblingly and knelt back to his original position.

Seeing that this didn't work, Oliver picked up another person

"Stand still and don't kneel." Oliver put his wand against his neck viciously.

But the homeless man in front of him seemed to have his soul sucked out, his eyes were dull and unable to focus.

He kept chanting unknown prayers, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"So, what are you going to do? If you can't save him, then kill him." Butterflies were flying, and Aiden walked out from the center of the butterfly group.

"That's better than looking at them, looking at them..." Oliver's voice was a little choked.

“Oliver, don’t project your father’s affairs onto others, and don’t try to be a savior. That’s not the path of a human being.”

Feeling Aiden's sharp gaze for the first time, Oliver let go of his hand.

The homeless man he grabbed fell to the ground and crawled back to his original place using his hands and feet.

"Well, well, that's a nice, touching faith, isn't it?"

A middle-aged male's voice came from the shadows of the woods.

Aiden and Oliver looked back in the direction of the sound and saw a man in his forties standing under a tree.

"Aldred Cassius Locke, advocating anti-intellectualism is unworthy of your reputation as a wise man," Aiden poked.

Aldred laughed after hearing this and he took out a wand and pointed it at the two of them.

"How can you call the truth of the world anti-intellectualism? Look at you. Wizards, what an enviable existence! Aren't you the greatest blasphemy against so-called science?"

Aiden read deep malice in Aldred's voice.

But what's strange is that according to Aldred's resume, he has never come into contact with any wizards.

So Aiden used his ability.

"Who said that the existence of us wizards is not also a part of science? With such a high level of education, you must know that science is just a practical method of understanding the universe."

"Put away your ridiculous abilities, wizard. Look, with the Lord's gift, I can easily see the truth of this universe."

Aldred's eyes were focused and crazy, staring at Aiden, staring, staring, staring.

Then his eyes exploded.

"What, who the hell are you, you...don't come over here."

Aldred sat on the ground with one hand covering his eyes, waving his starched free hand.

"Oh, how did that fox-eyed bastard chief let this guy get away?" Aiden dissed the bastard chief in his heart.

Then he prepared to go forward and capture Aldred.

But when the two approached him, an accident happened.

A thin black thread connected to Aldred's body, and he was sucked dry in an instant, leaving only a wreckage with all his bodily fluids drained away.

Aiden immediately went forward to check, and he was surprised to find that the remains were actually those of a woman.

"This is interesting." Aiden touched his chin.

And when Aiden was about to cleanse the memories of the believers around him and throw them back onto the streets.

The black threads reappeared, draining the believers one by one.

The silk thread moved very quickly, draining two or three people in the blink of an eye.

Aiden struck out with his sharp sword, and the thread was cut. It seemed that some creature in the void howled in pain.

Soon, the howling faded away.

'Escaped?' Aiden thought.

"Oliver, tell someone to erase the memories of these people and throw them back onto the street," Aiden ordered.

Then he stepped forward, used his magic wand to make the section of silk thread he had cut float up, and put it into a glass bottle.

Oliver took out a small black box, opened it, took out a small piece of glass from the box and threw it on the ground.

Aiden felt the crisp sound of the glass bottle breaking spread far away.

Then, a large number of silent people rushed to the scene.

"Clear their memories, the highest level of clearing." Oliver said to everyone.

The Silent People received the news and took action.

Soon, the ground was covered with homeless people and drug addicts with smooth brains.

Under the operation of the wizards, they lined up to leave the park.

Aiden returns to the Department of Mysteries with the Unspeakable.

The director had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

"So, he got away, careless dragon."

The director leaned on a sofa that was specially placed here for him and arched his back.

"Hey, can you blame me for this? You clearly knew his abilities, so why didn't you inform me?" Aiden didn't indulge the director.

"I didn't expect you to catch him." The director put the straw into the Coke bottle and started drinking.

"Then why did you inform us of this news?" Aiden was a little surprised.

"I originally wanted to let the new cutie experience our corporate culture and give him a little pleasure of revenge.

But I didn't expect that the Muggle was so bold as to spy on your true nature. "Ka~" The director finished drinking the Coke and let out a long breath.

"Then may I ask what new arrangements our powerful director has made?"

Aiden clenched his fists as he looked at the dishonest guy in front of him.

"Hehe, good question."

The director clapped his hands and a projector rose from the ground.

"Projector?" Aiden asked doubtfully.

The director looked at him meaningfully and started to operate randomly.

As the projector starts up, the image is projected onto the wall.

"First of all, we've found out that those bastards uploaded their real selves."

The projector switched its screen to show a place Aiden had been to before - Avalon.

"Then, these No. 2 trash used the power of No. 1 trash to travel freely between the two sides."

The picture on the wall changed again, and a purple crystal stone appeared.

"Look, this is the King of the Deep Realm, registered name on the Silent Slate - Stupid." The director crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin.

"It's really... a haunting ghost."

Just as the director pronounced the word "stupid", the surrounding space began to wrinkle, and black threads faintly stretched out from the gaps.

With a "bang", a horse neighed and a silver unicorn rushed out.

As the unicorn ran in the hall, the black threads melted away and the wrinkles in the space gradually subsided.

"Is this, the Patronus Charm?" Aiden recognized the spell.

"Of course, the Patronus is also our antidote to madness, the ancient and powerful white magic."

The silver unicorn ran back and rubbed against the director affectionately.

"If it weren't for this spell, we would have become their playthings long ago. Moreover, the Patronus was once the bridgehead of our attack. Haven't you experienced this?"

The director narrowed his eyes and said something suggestive.

He patted the unicorn's neck, then cut off the magic supply, and the unicorn dissipated in the air.

Aiden was silent for a while, then took out a bottle of silk thread from his pocket and threw it over.

The director took the bottle and said, "Fresh silk thread, maybe we can research something."

Then he turned and one of the doors in the hall opened, and Aiden glanced in and vaguely saw a number of brains behind them.

When Aiden wanted to take a closer look, the door suddenly slammed shut.