Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Champs-Elysées, Paris.

With the help of alchemical tools, Grindelwald transmitted the mist he collected from the ocean of collective subconsciousness into reality.

The fog rose, and a large black fog appeared in the air.

Soon, the black fog shrank and Credence's face appeared in front of everyone.

"Credence Barber, poor boy, longing so much for a family."

Grindelwald looked at him eagerly.

"But now, he is looking for his family again." Grindelwald smiled wickedly.

"We know where the child is, right? Why don't we just capture him?" Ke Luo asked.

"He must come to us himself, and he will come. The way is already paved," Grindelwald retorted.

He then turned his attention to the prophesied Credence.

"He will find us along the way. The clues will lead him here, bringing with him his mysterious and distinguished background."

"Why is he so important?" Ke Luo asked indirectly, and no one noticed the fear in his eyes.

"Because of the prophecy, as a noble family whose names were engraved in the misty fantasy, they have the ability to stir up a storm."

Grindelwald walked up to Chloe and spoke.

"But too many people are on my old friend's side. They are in the same group. The natural alliance makes the wizards lean towards him. I also need to increase my own bargaining chips."

Grindelwald put his hands on Chloe and asked, "Will you kill Albus Dumbledore for me?"

Ke Luo lowered his head, not sure whether he was afraid or unwilling.

"Do you think he can really stand up to the great....Albus Dumbledore?"

"I believe he can do it. There was a better choice, but unfortunately I couldn't beat him."

A certain silver-haired dragon man seemed to flash across Grindelwald's eyes, and a hint of regret emerged in his eyes, but he quickly came to his senses.

"And when that time comes, will you still stand with us, Kolo?"

"will you?"

Grindelwald turned away uninterested, leaving Chloe standing there with his eyes rolling around.

And in the magical shopping street of Paris, a magical animal escape is happening.

On the other side, England is across the sea from France.

Jacob dragged Aiden towards Newt's workshop.

It only took this man one chapter...it took this man a long time to pick himself up.

He immediately decided to drag Newt and the little dragon along to find his sweetheart.

"Hey, Newt!" Jacob called out to Newt in the corridor.

"I'm down there, Jacob, I'll be right with you."

Newt's voice came from the deepest part of the corridor, hitting the walls on both sides.

"Eh~" A big bird behind Jacob raised its head and looked at him with wide eyes.

Aiden went over and stroked its feathers. The down was very smooth and soft.

The two of them made their way to the bottom, where Newt was packing food and medicine for magical creatures, while some tools were dancing into his suitcase.

Newt grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message to his assistant.

"I recovered Queenie's postcard, and Tina wrote to her to tell her she was in Paris."

"Well, yeah, so we can find Queenie when we go to Paris!" Jacob happily supported his head with both hands.

Aiden also took out his wand and hooked it, and Jacob's coat flew out from outside and hung on his hand.

“Let’s go.” Newt closed the box and picked it up.

The three of them walked out of Newt's house together and headed towards the English Channel.

On the high ground of the English Channel, the three of them walked side by side.

"So, Queenie said Tina is dating someone else?" Newt carefully inquired.

"Yes, but don't worry, she will come to see you, and the five of us will be like we are in New York." Jacob puffed out his belly indifferently.

"Two couples and me, a single dragon, right?" Aiden rolled his eyes.

"You can too...oh, wait, it's too early for you to have a boyfriend at your age!" Jacob joked.

"I'm a boy!" Aiden pushed Jacob and made him stagger.

"But, that man is an Auror!"

Newt ignored the two's playfulness and emphasized what Tina and Tolliver had in common.

"Yeah, an Auror, so what he's an Auror, haha."

Jacob stood firm and laughed, not daring to look at Aiden.

"So what should I say when I see her?"

Newt continued to question Jacob, as if he was treating him as a military advisor.

"It's best not to draft this kind of thing, just improvise when the time comes."

Jacob waved his hands in front of him.

"My advice is that it's better to explain the matter of "Bewildered" magazine to her," Aiden complained.

Unfortunately, the two ignored him.

“She has eyes like a salamander?” Newt began to simulate.

Hearing this, Jacob looked at Newt with a puzzled look, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"No, that won't do."

Jacob held Newt and gestured with his palms in front of him.

"Tell her you missed her so much that you came all the way to Paris just to see her and you missed her so much that you couldn't sleep all night.

You can pick any of the above, but don’t mention salamanders! "

Newt frowned slightly, and Jacob supported Newt.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me man, everything’s gonna be alright.

This time we're together, man, we'll find Tina and Queenie, and we'll be the same again.

And there's Xiao Long here, he's good at fighting, isn't he?" Jacob patted Aiden.

"We're here." Aiden suddenly said.

Jacob, who was still comforting Newt, looked up when he heard Aiden's voice and saw a man dressed as a shepherd.

"We can only leave through him without any documentation." Newt walked forward with the two of them.

"We'll leave in one minute. Fifty Galleons." There seemed to be a shadow in the man's eyes.

"Wasn't it agreed to be thirty Galleons?" Newt frowned.

"Thirty is for the trip to Paris, and the remaining twenty is my reward for not telling anyone about Newt Scamander's departure." The man smiled proudly.

"Are we going to take a boat? I feel a little seasick." Jacob didn't understand the situation yet.

"Okay, analysis complete. Newt, let me take you there. We won't be taking this guy's route. Use the remaining Galleons to buy me food in Paris."

A dragon that had been crouching on the ground stood up, holding a spear that served as a portkey in its hand.

"Asshole, what did you do? Pay me or I'll expose you for leaving the country illegally."

The man raised the stick in his hand and pointed it at the three men.

"Fall unconscious." Newt cast a stunning spell on the other person.

"Oh, what should we do now? Should we get rid of him?" Jacob's eyes had begun to drift towards the cliff next to him.

"No, just erase his memory."

Aiden pushed Jacob aside and walked towards the man.

He stretched out his hand and covered the man's head. A strand of silvery-white thread fell off his hand and merged into the man's head.

"Well, that looks a bit scary," Jacob commented.

"That's all. When he wakes up, he will just think of everything as a dream."

Skilled dream weavers often do not erase memories directly, but dissolve memories into dreams.

And as the parties wake up, let them erase their own memories.

"The question now is, what should we do?" Newt looked at Aiden.

"Do you like watching the sea?" Aiden smiled mysteriously.