Hogwarts's Master of Mind

The next day, the news that the great savior had defeated the troll spread like wildfire, and Harry once again experienced the feeling of being surrounded by fame.

"That troll was twenty feet tall, ugly, and stinking. Harry and I..."

Ron was boasting excitedly at the dinner table, and it seemed obvious who leaked the news.

When Aiden arrived at the restaurant, he saw Ron, who was acting aggressively, and walked straight to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

"Aiden, you didn't see..." Ron said.

"Oh, really, my dear brother, do you want to let your aunt know about your heroic deeds last night?" Aiden acted cute to Ron.

"No... no need." Ron suddenly became listless.

"Aiden, last night were you..." Hermione hesitated.

Aiden nodded to Hermione without saying anything, and Hermione gave Aiden a grateful smile.

"Hermione, what are you talking about? Do you know how many people envy our bravery last night?" Ron did not change.

"Well, Ron, we just got lucky last night," Harry stopped him.

After eating, Aiden left the Gryffindor table and walked through the corridor, ready to go to the library.

Suddenly, a black hand reached out, grabbed Aiden and pulled him into the shadows.

Magic power circulated around, and the silencing spell blocked the transmission of sound.

Aiden was leaning against the wall and was pushed against it by Snape.

"Professor, if you want to practice this, my suggestion is to pick a red-haired witch from Gryffindor." Aiden quipped, and whispered his next hint.

"That's enough. Stop showing off your boring abilities." Snape stared at Aiden.

"What happened to those two giant monsters last night?"

"Troll? Wasn't that dealt with by Harry?" Aiden played dumb.

"I know you were there last night, and the magic on the troll was the Imperius Curse, right?" Snape looked at Aiden's eyes viciously again.

"Do you want to be thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic?"

However, Snape's Legilimency did not work on Aiden. Instead, Aiden read his worries hidden deep in his anger.

"It seems that you are a respectable professor." Aiden smiled.

"It's not the Imperius Curse, I swear. If you don't believe me, you can check my wand."

"Then tell me, besides the Unforgivable Curses, what other spells can twist the troll's soul?" Snape raised his voice, making Aiden's ears hurt.

"Okay, okay, Professor, I won't explore the Unforgivable Curses too early, but are you sure we want to discuss the mysteries of the soul and mind here?"

"Follow me." Snape lifted the spell, threw his robes, and walked with the wind.

Aiden lowered his head and followed. The little wizards he met along the way all looked at him with sympathy, while the little wizards in Slytherin were gloating over his misfortune.

In the basement, Snape's office, he pushed open the door, followed by Aiden. When Aiden came in, he waved his wand and the door slammed shut.

"Okay, now that no one is around, our Ravenclaw genius, the new king of Slytherin, isn't it time for him to introduce his sinister, cruel and vicious methods to me?"

Aiden sat down calmly and said, "Professor, tea, thank you."

Snape glared at him and handed him a cup of hot tea.

Aiden picked up the tea and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Professor, how do you know that the troll's soul has been twisted?"

"Autopsy. The troll was under a very powerful spell. It was still dancing even during the autopsy. I used the extrasensory spell to observe the troll's soul."

"How do you know it's mine?"

"Our great genius doesn't really think your poor Disillusionment Charm can fool two deans?"

"Well, professor, first of all, I can be sure that I definitely did not use the Unforgivable Curse. The Imperius Curse requires a huge amount of negative emotions as support, which is very polluting.

You should also be able to sense that I don’t have any trace of being addicted to the dark arts.”

"What about the troll's soul? How do you explain it?"

"Professor, I can tell you that I have made deep explorations in the spiritual realm, and I have entered the collective subconscious ocean of living things."

"The collective unconscious ocean?"

"Oh, maybe changing the word may help you understand. I saw it in my family's collection of books. Wizards call it a hazy dream.

Having worked at Hogwarts for many years, you must have heard that death is just another great adventure. "

"Yes, that's the nonsense that the insane principal said with his brain clouded by sweets."

"But what if this is true?"

"What do you mean? Be clear."

"To put it simply, after a wizard's body dies, his soul will not die immediately, and after the soul dies, his mind will still not die. A wizard needs to experience three deaths to truly die."

"triple?"

"Yes, this is what our family ancestors discovered, the difference between wizards and Muggles.

The mind of a magical creature exists independently of the soul, which allows our mind to travel to other places through the halo after our physical body dies.

For ordinary creatures, the mind and soul are highly integrated. After death, the soul will sink into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, which is the blurred illusion. "

"What does this have to do with the troll?"

"Of course, professor. I was born with the ability to control the power of the mind. I integrated magic with the mind and let the spell act on the troll's mind. The soul of a magical creature has a lower priority than the mind, so it is naturally distorted by the mind.

In other words, the troll used his own thoughts to distort his own soul."

"Evil magic, evil imp," Snape commented.

Aiden ignored Snape and continued, "The Unforgivable Curse is also a combination of mind and magic, but the magic has changed too much, which makes it basically hopeless after being cursed.

Besides, wizards have been developed for so many years, I can't be the first person to explore this field.

By leveraging the power of the mind through the huge negative emotions and combining it with magic, the final product is the Unforgivable Curse, the desire to kill, the desire to dominate, the desire for revenge, and the primitive and pure emotions of mankind. "

"Didn't you say you didn't study the Unforgivable Curses?" Snape was furious.

"After reading the information, I found that it all relied on the contributions of predecessors. Moreover, using emotions to pry open the mind adds an extra process, and the conversion efficiency is too low. For me, it is not worth it." Aiden simply told Snape everything.

"One last thing. Does this spell have a counter-curse?" Snape asked.

"Yes, it's actually very simple. Any wizard who has done some exploration into the spiritual realm can easily build his own spiritual defense to resist this kind of attack from the mind." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"For example, the Patronus Charm, a strong positive emotion that protects the wizard's mind, provided some protection for wizards in that crazy era of exploring the soul, and therefore it is called the oldest and most powerful white magic."

"Okay, I get it, now get out of my office." Snape ordered Aiden to leave.

"It's time to get rid of the donkey." Aiden pouted and walked out.

The office fell silent, leaving Snape alone, thinking about something.