Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Let's go, I have to go to my brother Aberforth's place, we have an appointment to have dinner together in the evening."

Dumbledore put on his trench coat and walked out.

"If you need anything, go to Minerva."

"Dumbledore has a younger brother?" Lali asked.

Several people looked at her and curled their lips.

At night, everyone gathered at the Hog's Head Inn, and Professor McGonagall was rubbing Aiden's face in the back.

"It feels so good. I hope I can have a child like you in the future." Professor McGonagall smiled happily.

"Teach..." Aiden wanted to remind her, but in what capacity should he remind her?

"What's wrong?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

"You know I am a prophet, if you believe in my divine eyes, ... please stay away from poisonous tentacles in the days of happiness."

Originally Aiden wanted to remind her directly about her husband's affairs, but the Dream Weaver's eyes looked through the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

He saw the storm that was about to come because of his words.

If Aiden spoke of the future now, it would inevitably become a prophecy.

Faced with the expectations of the collective subconscious ocean, Aiden swallowed the words that were about to come out.

At the same time, I also understood why those prophets who could make predictions were always so vague.

"I will." Judging from Professor McGonagall's expression, she didn't seem to take it to heart.

Letting her rub his head, Aiden felt a mixture of emotions.

On the other side, Dumbledore and his companions were still chatting.

"Miss Broad, I believe my brother has not been inadequate in hosting us." Dumbledore took off his coat and hung it on the rack.

"No, he is very enthusiastic." Bangti put his hands in front of him and answered seriously.

"That's good. We have arranged accommodation for you in Hogsmeade, and Aberforth will prepare a delicious dinner for you."

Dumbledore patted Aberforth on the shoulder and turned to walk upstairs.

"Bang!" Aberforth took out a pot of paste and poured it hard on the plates of several people with a spoon.

Theseus took a bite and said, "Hmm, I have never tasted such an ugly delicacy."

Aiden had already eaten a meal in the Hogwarts cafeteria before coming, so he was chasing after the Qilin.

Qilin was harassed by Aiden and had no choice but to run to Jacob for help.

"Wow, little guy, can you let me have a good meal?" Faced with Qilin's coquettishness, Jacob had no choice but to stretch out his hand to block him.

"She's Kirin, Jacob, and she only shows her kindness to those with pure hearts, so she's very popular in the wizarding world," Newt explained.

"Hmm, pure of heart." Jacob looked at Aiden and raised an eyebrow, "But how does she know if a person's heart is pure?"

"She will bow to those with pure hearts, but no matter how strong a person is, there will always be darkness in their hearts. Therefore, for a long time, we have used Qilin to choose leaders." Lali explained to Jacob.

"In fact, for a long time, the wizards in the East were too powerful, so we had to follow their rules."

Theseus was still clearing the food from the plates, and he made a few comments in his spare time.

"What about now?" Jacob squatted down and shared his food with Qilin.

"They were weak, there was civil war and division, and the Europeans took this opportunity to rise up, and the two sides began to compete with each other for the right to speak.

The influence of this trend of thought spread from the minds of wizards - the fantasy world to reality, giving birth to Grindelwald and Dumbledore." Aiden explained.

He reached out from behind and grabbed Qilin, and Qilin began to tremble.

“Wait, what do you mean by inducing labor?” Newt suddenly felt creepy.

"This involves a secret of the Orientals, which I cannot tell you.

But now, we are at least 70% responsible for the strength of the lowest level things under the illusion, and it is hard enough for the Orientals to deal with the other one."

Aiden sighed, and glanced at Newt with his golden pupils. With a glimmer of light, Newt saw the riots on the fifth and sixth levels of the Deep Realm.

"Damn it, we have to stop them now!"

He could still vividly remember the time when the King of the Deep was wreaking havoc in New York and wizards were decomposed into particles before his eyes.

Newt stood up and rushed to the attic. On the way, Newt saw the words made of fog on the mirror.

"What's wrong with him?" Theseus was confused.

"Who knows, maybe he saw something dirty." Long put on a mysterious smile.

"Pretending to be mysterious." Jacob complained as he teased Qilin.

In the attic, Newt overheard a conversation between Dumbledore and Aberforth.

Aberforth stood up, pushed the door open and went downstairs, while Newt stood in the doorway.

"Albus, that boy, Credence, is he a Dumbledore?" Newt inquired.

"Yes, the night Gale and I fell out, they said a girl was pregnant and Aberforth sent her away.

What a pity, Credence should have grown up under the care of the Dumbledore family, our lives would have been different with him."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes sadly, and Newt was infected by his emotions.

"Now he is about to die. The phoenix came to find him, and the feathers it left behind turned into ashes, which means that he doesn't have much time left." Dumbledore walked to the portrait.

"Like our sister, Ariana, she is an Obscurial, and like Credence she never learned her own magic."

“What happened to her, Dumbledore?” Newt asked.

"That night, Gale and I were about to leave, but Aberforth disagreed. We had an argument and raised our wands. I don't know if it was my spell..."

Dumbledore grasped his brows tightly, expressing his sadness.

"Dumbledore, I wonder if this can comfort you. Perhaps it can help her suffer less." Newt said softly.

"Oh, Newt, don't be like this. Don't let me down. Honesty is your greatest quality, even though it may be heartbreaking sometimes." Dumbledore sneered.

"By the way, Dumbledore, Aiden said the deep world..." Newt was about to speak when Dumbledore stopped him immediately.

He waved his wand, and the attic door closed automatically, casting a silent spell that covered the entire second floor.

"What did he say?"

"No, he showed me a memory directly. The fifth and sixth layers of the Deep Realm were rioting."

Newt looked troubled.

"Dumbledore, are we going to face those things again?"

"This is inevitable. Gale has already obtained some of the power of the King of the Deep Realm. If we want to stop him, we will definitely encounter..."

Dumbledore was equally conflicted.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. The friends down there are tired too. You should go and keep them company."

Dumbledore patted Newt on the shoulder and sent him out.