Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Huh!" Harry pulled his head out of the Pensieve.

"Sir!" Harry started to speak, but Dumbledore held up his hand to stop him.

"I didn't expect there to be seven. Then where are the missing two?" Dumbledore sat on the stone steps somewhat tiredly.

"You mean to say that he created more than one Horcrux?" Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Yes." Dumbledore opened the drawer and took out a punctured diary.

A ring, a locket, and a tiara.

"Three of his Horcruxes were destroyed by Aiden, and you destroyed one, so there are three left." Dumbledore looked at Harry, observing his expression.

"So, we must find all the Horcruxes and destroy them all before we can truly..."

Dumbledore continued, "To truly defeat Voldemort."

"But how do we find them? They can be anywhere in the world." Harry looked at the rings on the table.

"Yes, but there is always a connection between everything..." Dumbledore opened his hand, and a ball of gray mist appeared in his palm.

"The collective subconscious ocean!" Harry's expression brightened up, "Aiden?"

"No, Harry," Dumbledore called to him.

“This is our business, and we should work hard first before we can get his help.”

He then handed Harry a pendant with strange runes carved on it.

Harry took the locket, Dumbledore's words ringing in his ears.

“Also, I think I’ve found another place where he hid his Horcruxes through information from an old friend.

But this time, I can't destroy it on my own, so can I ask for your help, Harry?"

Dumbledore's eyes curled up, his face showing some kindness, but also a lot of worry.

"Always."

........

On the other side, in Knockturn Alley, Aiden pushed open the door and came to Arthursi's office.

"What's the matter? Why do you come here so late?" Arthuri stopped writing with the quill in her hand.

The fire burning in the fireplace illuminated their faces, and Aiden's expression was very solemn.

"I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling, so I have to leave a little trick up my sleeve for you."

Aiden said, pulling out a small box and placing it into Arthursie's hand.

"Just in case, this box will protect you for me, even if I..."

Arthurie covered Aiden's mouth tightly, preventing him from saying the rest.

"Don't say that. No matter what dangers there are in the future, I will face them together with you!"

Arthur looked into Aiden's eyes seriously, and did not let go until she saw a look of approval in his eyes.

The two of them just sat together, falling into silence.

"By the way, how is the promotion of personal terminals going?" Aiden asked.

“We have captured the entire European market and are now expanding to other continents.

Their wizard customs said they would conduct a strict inspection of this thing, but I guess they are just coveting the technology inside." Arthursie briefly introduced the situation.

"That's good." Aiden stood up, picked up his coat and prepared to leave.

"By the way, don't work so late. Make sure to get some rest." Aiden said and left in a hurry.

"Hmm, tsundere." Arthuri said this, but the smile on her face showed her mood.

Walking down the street of Knockturn Alley, Aiden reached out and touched the gem around his neck.

"system."

"Yes, did you miss me?" the system appears.

"Oh, how do I obtain the extraordinary characteristics of a writer?" Aiden asked about the promotion.

During this period of time, this was to prevent Senior Sister Tom from sneaking into England with the fragments of chaos.

Aiden took Hogwarts as its center and the Second Engineering as its passage, and built a huge dream maze across the whole of England.

The Insighter has made every corner of the British mind subject to his insight.

The high intensity of the role-playing made his own role-playing progress soar, and Aiden felt that it would not be long before the ceremony could be held.

"Writer's characteristics, maybe we can extract a part by dragging down the ones who are typing and killing them?" The system answered in a joking voice.

"He may not be qualified." Aiden analyzed seriously.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The coverage of personal terminals is sufficient. Now I will extract the writer's characteristics for you."

The gem flashed a glimmer, and a wave that surpassed the power of magic to distort reality spread from England and swept across the entire planet.

"This system also has stock, don't underestimate this system!" The system's roar reached Aiden's ears.

Millions of wizards were converted across Europe without realizing that a small part of their story had been quietly intercepted by a unique identity.

The wizards who had a small part of the story taken away felt that they were trapped in the sage time. The European wizarding world was exceptionally peaceful and stable that night.

"So this is why you want me to promote personal terminals?"

Aiden stood at the junction of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Light and darkness were dividing him into two parts.

Inside the gem on his neck, three portions of gray mist were quietly suspended in the space inside the gem.

"Ding... ceremony, planning three plays, writing three stories, the number of people affected must not be less than one million..."

"Hello, system? System?" Aiden felt that the system seemed to be silent.

"It's so noisy. Can't you let this system take a break after you're done with your work?" A voice echoed in Aiden's mind.

"Uh... I thought you were cold, right? You should take a rest. You should take a rest."

Aiden tucked the gem back into the inside of his collar and Apparated away into Diagon Alley.

Back at Hogwarts, we walked into the headmaster's office, where Dumbledore was sitting by the campfire, keeping himself warm.

"Why don't you go to bed so late?" Dumbledore saw the person coming from the reflection on the glass cabinet.

"It's rare that you're not drinking or eating candy?" Aiden tilted his head.

"Hmm, the future you described to the old man was too beautiful, and I couldn't bear to leave so early. How about this reason?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard.

"But do we really want to make Tom so crazy? I'm a little worried..."

There was a hint of worry in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Tom would never have stepped out of the background if you and I had been here at the same time. Don't you see that she is getting stronger?"

Aiden didn't bother to be polite with Dumbledore. He just took out a bottle of mead from his cabinet and opened it to taste it.

"Oh, destiny?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with sadness.

He glanced at the dragon who was drinking heavily in his seat, took a cup and poured out half the bottle of mead.

"I hope nothing unexpected happens." Dumbledore drank the wine in one gulp.

"I have kept a lot of backup plans. Even if the two of us are really finished, Harry and his men will be able to get the support of all the forces under my command.

Plus the thing you plan to give him, it should be enough for him to compete with Senior Sister Tom." Aiden raised his glass.

Dumbledore touched him, and the two of them finalized their plan in front of the fire.