Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Aiden leaned back on the sofa and took a breath.

"Phew, it feels so comfortable."

Aiden picked up the lemonade on the table and drank it all.

He glanced at the director sitting next to him and said,

"So, you, the Director of the Department of Mysteries, have so much free time that you just sit here and watch me eat?"

The director shook his head and said,

"You can't be idle, but who says I can't work just because I'm here watching you?"

"Ah? I'm part of your job?" Aiden was stunned.

"The Department of Mysteries is the result of the ancient wizards' discovery of an innate magic that exists in a form that is apparently difficult to explain and even more difficult - arguably impossible - to control.

Then he founded the Silent People to explore and experiment with these mysterious powers."

"So, what does this have to do with me?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Of course it has something to do with you, the controller of the mind."

The director gave a mysterious smile.

“I don’t know if anyone has ever told you that when a wizard casts a spell, he or she must have a strong subjective will, and the behavior is also intentional, which is the instinct of living things.

Abandoning the instincts of living things and perfectly controlling the mind, what should I call you~."

The director narrowed his eyes and looked at Aiden.

"Call me whatever you like, and let's talk about the Deep Realm."

Aiden looked indifferent, those who could not meet a certain standard had no right to explore their souls, those who met the standard had their own paths and would not have any greed for him.

“Of course, the Deep Realm is a strange place. It exists and it doesn’t exist. To put it simply, it is the seabed of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The negative aspects of human emotions are like mud, which separates from water and settles to form the deep world.

The director explained seriously.

"According to several strange desires in the human mind, corresponding deep realms were formed.

It is a pity that the passage of time has created reverse entropy.

Praying for retribution, hell is formed.

The urge to destroy everything formed resentment.

Thinking that everything is empty leads to stupidity.

The desire to live forms life.

Finally, the accumulated dissatisfaction with order formed chaos.”

"So what I encountered in the first layer of the deep world was hell." Aiden muttered to himself.

Ignoring Aiden, the director continued,

"Ancient wizards discovered these mysterious forces that exist in our minds, and they longed for their power, so they wanted to study and use them."

The director paused at this point, as if he wanted to keep the topic in suspense.

"The ending is a cliché, isn't it? They brought disaster upon themselves." Aiden added.

"Yes, isn't that what humans do? They first try to kill themselves, and then they learn their lesson. But there's nothing wrong with that. Our civilization has developed to this day under the guidance of this curiosity."

The director crossed his arms, fell back on the chair, and continued,

“The research back then was too extreme, with explorations taking place in various places, resulting in the creation of six Deep Realm Kings at once, but fortunately, they did not develop direct consciousness.

This gave us room to breathe, but human emotions continued to accumulate in the deep world, and the king of the deep world was inspired by the emotions and wanted to go to the present world.

While trying to stop them, the wizards frantically explored the mind. Many good things were born during that period, and wizards were even hailed as gods at one point.

Finally, the wizards analyzed and reversed the power of the King of the Deep, created a hazy illusion, and finally blocked the King of the Deep from going to the present world.

We followed in the footsteps of our predecessors and established the Department of Mysteries."

“So your daily routine is saving the world?” Aiden quipped.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's just a part-time job. We spend our daily time in the lab. We only play the role of savior when S13 is trying to kill himself."

The director looked shy.

"Okay, the rest of the content is not suitable for the little wizard to understand. If you want to go further, you can only join us."

The director gave Aiden a wink, and Aiden's hair stood on end.

"Okay, I get it. Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving."

Aiden stood up and walked towards the door.

"No, you can leave now, but I have a feeling that maybe we will become colleagues."

Before the door closed, the director's voice came from the room, and silence fell as the door closed.

Passing through the rotunda, Aiden took the elevator to the Ministry of Magic on the upper floor and returned to the Prewett Mansion through the fireplace.

Outside, the public opinion storm caused by Kingsport is still continuing, and citizens have taken to the streets to protest against the lack of government supervision.

In the wizarding world, the Daily Prophet was a big seller, with the front page boasting: "Shock! Dark wizards perform evil magic rituals, causing all the people in a small town to disappear."

Inside the Ministry of Magic, Minister Fudge's office was filled with howler letters. Wizards from all over the world wrote letters to condemn the Ministry of Magic for being too weak in cracking down on dark wizards.

That afternoon, the Ministry of Magic urgently passed a bill entitled "Regulations on the Management of Dark Wizards".

The regulations list in detail what kind of supervision dark wizards should be subject to, and at the end there is an appendix calling on dark wizards to voluntarily submit to the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.

The Daily Prophet was urgently reprinted and the bill was spread throughout the British wizarding world.

At night, Aiden returned home and Sen Sen had prepared a delicious dinner for him.

Aiden held the lemon juice in his left hand, took a sip, and raised the newly arrived newspaper in his right hand, ready to read while eating.

"Pfft~"

When Aiden saw Mr. Fudge's new bill, he sprayed all the lemon juice in his mouth onto the newspaper.

"Ahem, ahem, how did this person get to this position?"

After throwing the soiled newspaper into the wastebasket, Aiden began to eat his dinner.

Fortunately, Aunt Molly didn't know that she was going to Kingsport. Unfortunately, this matter has become so serious and a student's parent is involved. An old bee should be here soon.

Just as Aiden was daydreaming, the doorbell rang.

"Ding dong~"

Aiden sighed, and said, "Sensen, go open the door."

After a while, Sen Sen came in leading a silver-haired old man in a bright red robe.

"Professor, although this is very rude, I really doubt your aesthetic taste."

Dumbledore, who was doubted about his taste as soon as he came in, was stunned and sat down at a random place.

"Pumpkin juice, lemon juice, tea, coffee?" Aiden asked.

"Pumpkin juice, thank you," said Dumbledore.

"So, the professor came here for that matter."

Dumbledore nodded at Aiden and looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"No comment, Professor. My name is on the slate of silence, and you should be on it too."

Aiden looked at Dumbledore but gave no answer.

"Well, I roughly understand."

Dumbledore gave a look of "I see," and the two of them acted as riddlers.

"Well, I also want to talk to you about Mr. Graves."

"Oliver, what happened to him?"

"He lost his father. I originally thought that his father was also sacrificed, but now it seems that there is something more complicated." Dumbledore's eyes were somewhat empty.

"Why does suffering always favor those who have been favored by it?"

Aiden also fell silent.