Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After lunch at the Burrow, Aiden returned to the Prewett house.

"Sen Sen." Aiden called his house-elf.

"Master Aiden." A flash of space appeared beside Aiden.

"Sen Sen, listen, in the next period of time, if anyone writes to me or visits me, please reply and tell them that I am conducting a magic experiment."

Aiden put his arms around Sen Sen's shoulders and buried a dream in Sen Sen's island of consciousness to prevent him from encountering any accidents.

"Okay, young master." Sen Sen felt a little shy when Aiden stared at her, and at the same time, she didn't notice anything unusual about herself.

Entering his room, Aiden sealed the entire room.

The Church of Bones descended, quickly transforming the surrounding rooms into the interior of the church.

In the center of the church, a huge clock is placed here.

This is a prop that belongs exclusively to Aiden, and was created by him using the remains of the Anti-Entropy of the Deep Lord.

Its function is to record and open the path to the times that Aiden has visited.

"So, I need to go to an era when wizards are generally active in public and their emotions are turbulent, right?" Aiden tilted his head.

Behind him, a shadow touched his head, "Yes."

The clock on the watch was turning, and the mechanical gears were spreading around.

A wisp of golden flame danced freely in the center, and time, space, and cause and effect converged towards the center under the influence of Aiden's magic.

The surrounding environment stretched out behind Aiden, and Aiden once again felt the feeling of having everything under control when he called upon the Silent Slate's reserves.

The view kept zooming out, and for the second time I caught a glimpse of the shape of the entire world.

Before he could even marvel at the beauty of nature's creation, a sense of decadence came over him, and Aiden felt himself starting to fall from the sky.

Things around him were reorganized by the power of order again. Aiden opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a desk.

With a casual push, Aiden reached his hand into the Pensieve.

"Prewett!", "Aiden?" Two familiar voices came.

Aiden looked back, and with his powerful memory as a dream weaver, he remembered that this guy seemed to be the fifth former Minister of Magic - Hector Foley.

The other person who spoke was Aiden's old acquaintance, Newt Artemis Fedor Scamander.

"Newt! Long time no see." Aiden stretched out his hand, and Newt simply took him out of the meditation basin.

“Oh, you’ve grown, only three months?” Newt shook Aiden and felt that he had become heavier.

"Hey, you're not treating me like a magical creature now, are you?" Aiden complained.

"Enough!" Hector Foley, who had been ignored, couldn't help but shout angrily.

"You have teased me again and again. Do you want to break up with the British Ministry of Magic on behalf of the Prewett family?"

"Really? But don't I remember that the British Ministry of Magic relied on Prewett's cheap alchemical items to maintain its reputation?" Aiden tilted his head.

"You..." Hector was angry for a moment, and then that was it, and nothing happened.

"Uh, little Prewett boy, can you please go out first? We are holding a hearing. We will let Newt go out and play with you in a while."

Newt's brother Theseus has tried his best to reconcile the relationship between his brother and the Ministry of Magic, so his words at this time were to give both sides a way out.

"Okay." Aiden raised his hand like a child and went out obediently.

Outside in the corridor, a man in a platinum robe was waiting for Aiden.

"Wow, you guys can actually predict this?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"No, your ability to hide is very strong. It's just that when you descend into a specific era, ripples in time and space will occur. We are here to chase this." The director explained.

"Cool, so what do you want to talk to me about?" Aiden asked.

"No, nothing." The director touched his nose, and this action made Aiden realize that he seemed guilty.

At this moment, a naughty dragon curled up the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, don't be so distant, we are good friends." Aiden came over to him and put his arm around his shoulders.

But Aiden could clearly feel that the director's body was trembling slightly.

With a bang, the door of the room next to them suddenly opened, interrupting their reminiscing.

"Newt, Newt!"

Newt rushed ahead, with Theseus chasing after him, calling out his name.

"Newt, do you think I like Grimson's style too?" Theseus spread his hands.

"Theseus, I don't want to hear your talk about good and evil." Newt lowered his head to the left.

"It's time for you to raise your head and face reality!" Theseus grabbed Newt's shoulders.

"Okay, I'm selfish, irresponsible, and evasive..." Newt shook his head casually.

"You know very well that everyone will have to choose their own side at that time, including Dumbledore. No one can transcend this!"

Theseus let go of Newt, punched Newt in the chest with his fist, and tried his best to persuade his brother.

“I won’t choose!” Newt raised his head and looked directly at Theseus. The two brothers fell into silence, and then Newt turned around and left.

"Newt!" Theseus opened his arms to Newt, "Come here, quickly"

Theseus walked forward and hugged Newt.

"They are watching you." Theseus tried his best to remind Newt, then watched Newt leave.

"Oh, did you forget to take me with you?" Aiden appeared from Newt's left.

“Don’t be so elusive.” Newt rubbed Aiden’s head.

The two protruding dragon horns are a bit of a hindrance, but the fur is still very soft.

"I need to get home to work on my book, and my reviewer is waiting for me to send him my new book."

Newt winked at Aiden, who instantly understood what he meant.

The two of them Apparated away through an intersection, and the Ministry of Magic employee quietly followed behind them.

On the other side, Paris.

With the help of his new followers, Grindelwald broke free from the control of MACUSA.

Meanwhile, his old followers helped him empty the Paris stronghold of its occupants, and a green light was lit, and two coffins were brought out.

"Huh." Grindelwald exhaled deeply. "Sure enough, this place has become much more comfortable after the thorough cleaning."

Grindelwald paced back and forth in the room and then came in front of his subordinate.

"Take my letter to Credence and begin his journey."

The man in the beret nodded and walked out of the room.

"When we succeed, thousands of people will flee the city, and their end will come." Wenda Rozier held his chin.

"Don't make it public." Grindelwald walked into the crowd. "All we want is freedom, the freedom to be ourselves."

"So, let's destroy all those without magic?" Wenda Rosier crossed his arms.

"Not everyone. We are not that cruel. Cargo animals are still necessary."

Grindelwald smiled at his subordinates around him.

Suddenly, a child's cry was heard in the room, and the faces of the people present changed.

Quietly pushing open the door, they discovered that a baby was left behind.

Grindelwald walked out and a green light flashed in the room behind him.