Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the dream, Aiden took a few people to watch his own experience.

Several people woke up in a tremor.

"I see." Quinn Prewett stroked his chin.

"Then it's us who are disturbing you." Darren leaned against the wall, sorting out the information he had just received.

"Don't you plan to change the future?" Aiden read their firm thoughts from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Of course not. If there are changes in the future that lead to your disappearance, it would be a huge loss." Feiti narrowed her eyes.

"So, you crazy guys." Aiden sighed.

"But it's a pity. Why isn't it from our era?" Alida hugged Aiden and rubbed his dragon horns.

"Anyway, we are clear about the situation. We will remain silent in this wizard war and follow your will." Quinn made the decision, indicating that Prewett had made his bet.

"That's good news." Dumbledore, who was eavesdropping nearby, extended his hand to Quinn.

Quinn shook it too.

Prewett's men came and left in a hurry.

At this moment, in the office, Dumbledore and Aiden sat opposite each other.

"Something?" Aiden knew from the look on his face that he must have something to ask for.

"Grindelwald is plotting to seize the power of the King of the Deep. I hope you can go to the East." Dumbledore looked at Aiden solemnly.

"The East, what does it have to do with them? Grindelwald's ideas should not be able to bring about the arrival of life." Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"However, since the Easterners sealed the King of the Deep Realm in the human world, some strange creatures always appear in their land."

Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it, and a large amount of fog filled the classroom.

A creature with a sheep's head, wolf's hooves, a round head, a colorful body, and about 4 meters tall emerged from the mist.

"Qilin." Aiden recognized the creature in front of him.

“Yes, the Orientals skillfully integrated their wizard culture and secular culture to form a unique totem worship.

This results in magical creatures being born on their lands that have the ability to affect everyone's consciousness." Dumbledore explained.

"All? Ordinary people will also be involved!" Aiden suddenly realized what the group of people in his hometown had done.

“Yes, it sounds a bit strange, but they did it, with wizards leading ordinary people forward.

According to legend, in ancient times there were many wizards who participated in ordinary people's wars.

Wizards left a great influence on ordinary people, and the establishment of their secular regimes was basically done with the help of wizards.

In this mode, their wizards can be said to be the best at integrating with ordinary people in the world."

Dumbledore let out a long breath, a look of envy on his face.

"So we're heading east next?" Aiden tilted his head.

"It's not us, it's you." Dumbledore looked at him and blinked his left eye at him.

Aiden: “.......”, clenching his fists.

He had no choice but to hold the boat ticket to the East. Dumbledore, who had a black eye on his left side, smiled and waved to him.

After taking a ferry and drifting on the sea for a whole month, Aiden arrived at the place of decadence and extravagance - the Magic City.

With busy commercial districts and colorful nightlife, Shanghai at this moment is a place where tradition and modernity intertwine.

Aiden was wearing a well-fitting suit, and people around him couldn't help but look at him.

His brows furrowed slightly, magic power surged, and a confusion spell formed above the crowd, and soon all the attention focused on Aiden disappeared.

"Isn't it a bit rude to use magic in our territory, a foreign practitioner? (English)" A young voice appeared behind Aiden.

"It's just a little trick. After all, the Dongxia people's nature of liking to watch the fun may bring us trouble, right, Taoist Zhang? (Medium)"

Aiden turned around and saw the young Zhang Chengrui standing behind him with his hands in his hands.

Zhang Chengrui was stunned by the fluent Chinese.

"It's rare to see foreigners who can speak Chinese so fluently, so why are they interested in our country?

Do you want to stay? I can recommend you to join our sect." Zhang Chengrui was quite enthusiastic, shook his eyebrows, and came up to poach people.

"You guys, why do you all like to do this?"

Apparently, this familiar bastard aura and the familiar words of poaching reminded Aiden of the guy in the Department of Mysteries.

"No need, Master Zhang, I have no plans to become a monk yet." Aiden laughed.

"Is it not taboo to get married in Zhengyi?" Zhang Chengrui looked as if he would be at a loss if he missed you.

"Let's talk business. Do you know that Grindelwald is coveting Qilin?" Aiden said seriously.

"How come...Oh, you're Prewett, not surprising."

Zhang Chengrui frowned at first, then relaxed his brows with relief.

"Let's go. Come back with me to the sect first. I still need to report this matter to my master and let him make the decision."

Zhang Chengrui said this and reached out to teleport with Aiden.

"No need, I can do it myself." Aiden dodged and then turned into a guardian angel and followed Zhang Chengrui.

"Hey, these foreign things of yours are just flashy." Zhang Chengrui shook his head.

He took a step forward, and the surrounding space began to swirl like a black fog, with things spiraling into a passage.

By the time the black fog dissipated and the power of order reassembled matter, the two had arrived at a Taoist temple.

"Wait, how do you know our shrinking technique?" Zhang Chengrui raised his eyebrows.

"You taught me." Aiden's mouth curled up slightly.

"I, what..."

With a "pop", a chestnut interrupted Zhang Chengrui's next words.

"Brat, let me tell you the secret skills of our sect." An old man appeared.

He was none other than the old man who had fought against resentment in the Deep Realm before, and he was also Zhang Chengrui’s master, the contemporary Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu—Zhang Xian.

"Old Taoist priest." Aiden bowed his head.

"Why call me old master? Call me Master. Let's go to the ancestor and do the apprenticeship ceremony. Then I'll give you a name. You can stay in Longhu Mountain to practice tomorrow."

The old man pulled Aiden up and prepared to rush to the hall.

"Wait, old Heavenly Master, I really have no intention of becoming a monk. As long as I am still in the secular world, I cannot truly cultivate."

Aiden's face was almost pinched and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Hmph, since you have learned my secret skills from Mount Longhu, you should at least give me an explanation." Seeing that his first plan failed, the old man came up with another one.

"Is it a secret skill? Isn't this something learned and improved from the mythical beast Zouwu? I remember there are quite a few people who know it even out there." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"Then I don't care. You admitted it yourself. You learned it from my disciple Zhang Chengrui." The old man put his hands on his hips.

Then he cast a threatening look at Zhang Chengrui, who shook his head.

"Okay, Master, stop messing around, it's time to talk business."

"You, traitor!" The old man glanced at him angrily and turned to walk towards the hall.