Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Returning to the world from the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, Aiden's pupils still sparkled with spiritual light.

As the closest way to connect with the soul.

Audience, from Sequence Nine to Sequence Five, continuously deepen your ability to control your mind.

After entering the Demigod, the audience begins to connect to the ocean of collective unconsciousness to a certain extent.

Sequence three is to use dreams to manipulate the collective subconscious to a certain extent.

After entering Sequence Two, the audience's abilities finally begin to transform from virtual to real, directly influencing and distorting the real world through consciousness, while also possessing a complete mythological creature form.

Under Aiden's will, the entire Hogwarts Castle began to decompose.

The particles decomposed from Hogwarts were disrupted and randomly combined into a towering tree.

Then the giant tree burst into flames and the Hogwarts castle reappeared.

The faculty and students in the castle felt as if they had just had a very long dream, in which they seemed to have turned into leaves on a big tree.

Dumbledore rushed into the Room of Requirement and looked at Aiden fiercely. Aiden lowered his head shyly.

What he didn't know was that his operation in just five seconds immediately triggered the warning of the silent slates around the world.

"Woo~"

On the eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic - the Department of Mysteries, a long alarm sounded.

"Damn it! Has the Deep Realm attacked us? Where is the response location?"

The director kicked open the door of the main brain hall and yelled at the members inside.

"At Hogwarts!" a Silent Man came up to report.

"It's probably Grindelwald, let's go, let's go now!"

The director rushed to Hogwarts with a large group of people, but he was stunned by the peaceful and tranquil scene before him.

"Bloody hell, what's going on!" The director covered his head.

In the room where every wish is granted, Aiden, feeling the magic of the director, took a step forward with Dumbledore and flashed in front of the director.

"You are still alive. Wait, isn't Grindelwald calling?" The director felt relieved when he saw the two of them.

"Well, maybe let me explain. Anyway, I became stronger and tested my abilities."

Aiden briefly introduced what he had done.

"Asshole." The director narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Thank you for the compliment." Aiden bowed slightly.

"Okay, Bob, send word to other places, false alarm."

The director turned around and greeted.

However, this incident also made Aiden realize that the mass of his mind was too huge at this moment.

Once he uses a large amount of magic power in the real world, he can be easily identified as the king of the deep world.

"Is it just a matter of reducing the output of magic power?" Aiden stroked his chin.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Dumbledore glanced at Aiden.

"The Near Gods, or in a certain sense, I can do almost everything they can do." Aiden pointed to the ground.

"So, do you need me to bow down to you and call you Your Majesty?" Dumbledore's expression was full of joy.

"Ugh?"

Aiden was stunned. Dumbledore's teasing was beyond his expectation.

But this guy is indeed a person of pure heart. At least when he learned about Aiden's ability, there was no greed in his heart.

"I thought you were going to beg me to help you revive your sister or something."

"..."

Dumbledore paused, then raised his hand and scratched his beard.

"Forget it, spare me. Anyway, the people you resurrected are not the same as they used to be, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Aiden, at this god on earth.

"Really?" Aiden lowered his head and smiled.

"Then let's go to the Hog's Head and see Credence."

Aiden reached out his hand and shook Dumbledore's. The scene around him faded like burning ashes.

And beneath this was revealed the wall of the Hog's Head.

"How, how did you do it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Telekinesis, combining magic and my ability, will project the transfer channel that originally occurred in the sea of ​​consciousness into reality with magic."

Aiden explained the principle, while Dumbledore was full of questions.

"Hey, Albusford, I'm here to see you." Aiden ran over, sat on the bar, swinging his legs, waiting to be fed.

"No more wine." Albusford wiped the glasses and put them back on the counter.

"Hmph, don't try to fool me. You have a bottle of good wine hidden in the compartment of the second drawer."

The seer directly saw through his secrets, although he used this ability to find good wine hidden by others.

"You can only drink a little. Anyway, what are you doing here?" Albusford did not give Dumbledore a good look.

"Come and treat your son." Aiden said shockingly.

"What?" You found a solution?

"It's not us, it's me."

Aiden took a sip of the wine that Albusford handed to him. Judging from the type, it seemed to be whiskey.

The overall taste is fruity and delicate.

"Hurry up, it's so late and you still have time to drink." Albusford grabbed Aiden and took him to the second floor.

"Closed today!" He took out his magic wand and drove all the customers out of the store.

In the attic, Credence had fallen into a coma, with black particles appearing on his body from time to time.

The fire on the phoenix next to it was more obvious, and it seemed that it was about to enter the state of nirvana.

"It has been like this since he came back. The Phoenix has helped him bear some of the Obscurus's magic power, but the effect is getting weaker and weaker."

Albusford sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with self-blame, guilt and pain.

"I'll try."

Aiden pushed him away and put his hands on Credence's body.

As Aiden represents the understanding of the world shared by tens of thousands of wizards, magic no longer has any secrets in front of him.

The magic power carrying the Seer's will is injected into Credence's body.

Silver threads began to spread from the place where he touched Aiden, and the black particles in his body wanted to explode.

But the silver thread was faster than it and weaved into a web on Credence's body.

Then, Aiden grabbed the end of the silk thread and pulled out the entire net.

The Silent on Credence was also pulled out along with it.

Aiden's pupils flickered as he saw the connection between Obscurus and Credence.

He stretched out his hand, and the dragon scales covered it, and the dragon claws easily severed the connection between the two.

Without Credence's magic supply, Momoran became listless, and Credence's expression began to relax.

"Merlin's beard, you did it!" Albusford exclaimed.

"Ahem." Credence opened his eyes slightly.

"Oreus, my child." Albusford hugged him.

Aiden and Dumbledore quietly left, leaving time for the father and son.

"What should we do with this thing?"

Aiden raised the net in his hand, and Momoran inside was still struggling.

"Let me study it." Dumbledore crossed his arms with one hand and supported his chin with the other, thinking.