Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Aiden, where are you?" Harry recognized the owner of the voice, pushed Ron and Hermione away, and looked around.

"Aiden, where is he?" Ron helped Hermione to stand up and also started looking for his cousin who had run away from home.

"Here." The voice appeared for the second time.

Harry and Ron looked up, and realized that what was beside them was not a gray mountain at all, but a huge dragon head.

The different colored pupils on both sides clearly proved his identity, and his sharp dragon horns pierced into the clouds, making it impossible to estimate the size of his body.

"You...you..." Ron's tongue began to get tied. After all, when such a huge monster appeared in front of people, human instinct would prompt them to feel fear.

"Did you mess up your magic to make yourself like this?" Hermione immediately began to speculate why Aiden didn't return to the Burrow.

"Don't guess. Now that you've come this far and Harry's ability has been activated, I can tell you the rest."

Although the dragon head did not make any movement, Aiden's voice could be clearly transmitted to the hearts of the three people.

A dragon scale with a mysterious symbol fell off the dragon's body and fell in front of the three people. White light radiated from the dragon scale, and then a Q version of Aiden stood up.

"It's more convenient to chat this way. It's been a long time since we last met." Aiden took out a small stool and sat on it.

"What is going on? How did you become like this?" Harry quickly cast out the doubts in his mind.

"Well, it all started a long time ago. In order to explore the origin and mystery of the mind, wizards in the past used the social system built by the human race and created fourteen protocols."

Aiden directly opened a small stand for them. After all, it was not easy for the Silent Slate to detect his leaks next to the writer's real body.

"Yes, the Six Paths Protocol got out of control and gave rise to six Deep Lords. Harry carries the resentment of the Deep Lord, and Voldemort carries the chaos of the Deep Lord."

"Resentment, Chaos?" Ron pronounced the two names with subjective intent, and then brown and red clouds instantly covered the sky above them.

"Oh, no wonder we have to sign a silence contract." Aiden sighed, raised his head and directly controlled Hermione and Ron, making them drip two drops of blood on their scales.

The power of the writer in sequence one is released, directly creating a huge storm on the sea of ​​consciousness and dispersing the dark clouds above.

Witnessing this scene that seemed like a re-enactment of a myth, Ron and Hermione were so surprised that they were speechless.

After a long while, Ron, still frightened, patted his chest and said, "I thought I would never be able to say these two words in my life."

“Initially, wizards created the Final Protocol in order to perfectly control this power, but that thing was simply beyond their control.

Apparently, they messed up the second time, so the final agreement and one of the agreements were lost. "As Aiden spoke, the gem hidden under the reverse scale flashed.

"So, you want to tell us that the final agreement is in your hands, but what does that have to do with you staying here and becoming like this?" Hermione found a loophole in Aiden's words.

"Don't be impatient, I'm not finished yet." Aiden nodded, showing approval that Hermione could notice this.

"Two months ago, Senior Tom must have found one of the lost agreements and brought it to England. Do you remember her plan that I told you about before, Harry?"

Aiden began to guide Harry to think about this matter himself.

"You said that she wanted to transform into the King of the Deep - Fear, but we were not killed instantly, which means she failed." Harry stated his speculation.

"Yes, she started a massacre in the Ministry of Magic, but the scale was not large enough, the transformation ritual failed, the thirteenth agreement escaped, and a new King of the Deep World - the Distortion Order was born instead."

Aiden's gaze penetrated the six layers of the abyss and looked directly at the silver coffin at the bottom.

"His birth dug out the stupidity core that we placed inside the mind server. In order to prevent the transformer from losing magic and being contaminated by the deep world, I can only use my body to carry the entire server."

Listening to Aiden's experience, the three couldn't even imagine the danger involved, and could only feel a suffocating sense of crisis enveloping themselves.

But this cannot be blamed on them. It is indeed a bit too much to let three young men who have just turned seventeen directly face the eternal enemy created for them by the wizards.

"Also, why do you say I hold a grudge against Him? I don't remember when I met Him." Harry raised his hand, his mind full of the scene of himself rebounding the Killing Curse.

"Of course, you have been with him all the time." Aiden stretched out his hand, and Dumbledore's face appeared in his palm.

"Yes, it can only be his. Why didn't I find out earlier?"

Only then did Harry understand that everything Dumbledore had done in the previous school year was to pave the way for himself to gain the same power as Voldemort.

Tears rolled down Harry's eyes, and he was once again filled with regret and self-blame.

"So, let's get started." Aiden suddenly stood up.

"Start what...?" Before Harry could react, a tiny fist hit him directly in the face.

Fortunately, the writer he was facing at this moment was not in a complete form, otherwise this alone would turn the story into a magical world where there was no savior.

"Hiss!" Harry stood up, covering his unconscious face and glaring at Aiden. Hermione and Ron also gave him accusing looks.

"Don't hate me, man. I don't have much time to stay awake. I need you to master the rebound power of resentment as soon as possible. It will increase your chances of winning in the next fight with her."

After that, Aiden raised his fist again and teleported in front of Harry, knocking him out with a physical stun, breaking several trees behind him.

"!" Hermione took a step forward worriedly, but Ron reached out and grabbed her, shaking his head at her.

Lying in the ruins, Harry felt pain all over his body, but in the distance, a dragon head as big as a mountain was emitting a silver-white light. The light gathered into threads, constantly filling Harry's broken body, while ensuring that he would not fall unconscious due to the pain.

"Swoosh" Aiden appeared again, and Harry suddenly trembled, and rolled to the ground as if he sensed the crisis.

Before he could feel proud, Aiden's fist twisted strangely in the air and hit Harry's face in a posture that was contrary to the human body's anatomy.

"You can't do this, man. Mobilize the power of chaos and actively use your own will to control Him!" Aiden reminded.

"I....."

boom--

Harry's words were punched into his stomach by a slender fist, and he flew backwards, plowing a deep mark on the land of Avalon.