Hogwarts's Master of Mind

There is a water tank in the brain hall, and inside this tank are white brains swimming in green matter.

A seat was placed on top of the water tank. Judging from the size of the seat, it should have been specially adjusted for Professor Flitwick.

After Professor Flitwick was settled, the other Silent Men also took their corresponding positions.

"Are you ready?" the director asked for the last time.

Everyone nodded together.

"Then, let's get started."

Following the director's order, the Silent People split into two groups.

A group of people used the Patronus spell, and in the air, various Patronuses rushed into the brains in the water tank, and then these floating brains began to emit white light.

On the other side, the magic circle on top of the water tank was activated, and the power of the alchemical matrix began to trace the passage to Avalon along Professor Flitwick's thoughts.

Finally, the alchemical matrix stabilized and a channel was opened.

Another group of silent people entered the passage in an orderly manner. Aiden and Oliver walked in, followed by the director.

"Wait, what are you doing here?" Aiden looked at the director in confusion?

"Hmm? The Director of the Department of Mysteries is always present when dealing with these matters." There was solemnity in the Director's voice.

"No wonder you appeared in the deep world last time." Aiden also reacted.

The sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, the paradise of fairies - Avalon.

This continent hidden in our consciousness is so peaceful and tranquil, but this peace is suddenly shattered by the ambitions of the residents above.

Above Avalon, silver-white islands fell from the sky and hovered in the air.

Following closely, wizards began to gradually appear on the island.

The goblins were stunned by this unexpected turn of events and quickly gathered together.

"Are you wizards going to go to war with us?" Urs stood up again.

As a goblin hardliner, this situation is a rare highlight in his life.

"Start a war, start a war, that's all you can say. You goblins have been raised by wizards with Galleons for so many years, and you still have some fighting power."

The director's face was full of malice and mockery. It was rare for Aiden to see him with such an expression.

“You, you did this on purpose!!?” Urs began to tremble.

As one of the people in charge, he knew very well that the race called fairies, under Garlon's control, was actually not much different from blacksmiths.

"Of course, dear, you don't really think that you can make the wizards compromise by holding the card of Avalon, right? It's just a matter of some people dying. When has the human race ever been afraid of sacrifice?"

The director's fox eyes curved up, revealing his happy heart.

"You, I'm going to fight you."

After saying that, Urs picked up his weapons and led his goblins to charge at the wizards.

Unfortunately, this goblin version of Don Quixote rushed towards not a huge windmill, but a crushing machine running at full power.

The director raised his hand and cast a crushing spell to blast away a group of goblins.

His action was like a signal gun, and the other silent people followed suit.

A precise and efficient massacre began.

Several goblins brandished swords and rushed towards Aiden, and Aiden snapped his fingers.

The fairies wielded sharp blades that suddenly stabbed at their companions.

Feeling restrained, Aiden took off his hat, revealing a pair of sharp dragon horns.

Suddenly, the goblins' morale dropped, and some of them began to flee, abandoning their weapons and armor.

"Wow, is this Prewett? Love it, love it." The director's mean voice came from behind Aiden.

"What did our ancestors do back then to make these goblins so scared?" Aiden asked puzzled.

"Hehe, you guys killed so many people back then that you didn't even leave any records for the younger generations for the sake of your family's glorious image."

The director's voice was filled with joy, as if he was saying, "Beg me, beg me and I will tell you."

"You love to talk but don't talk."

Aiden turned around and was about to leave, leaving the director with a gloomy face as he tried to express himself but couldn't get his words out.

The goblins' courage only lasted for a very short time, and soon all the goblins, no longer daring to resist, fell to the ground.

Urs was tied up by the wizards and thrown in the middle.

"Don't you want to get rid of him?" Aiden asked.

"No, we need to set an example for other creatures." The director shook his head, but a stern look appeared in his eyes.

"And killing the goblins here only destroys their minds. The real trouble is the subsequent handling." The director said again.

He clapped his hands, gathered the Unspoken Ones together, and said.

"Okay, some of you stay here to watch over the goblins, and the rest of you follow me to find control of Avalon."

"Bah, you still want to find control of Avalon? It's impossible, hahaha." Urs, who was trapped on the ground, laughed.

The director's hand stretched out from the sleeve of his robe and squeezed Urs.

Urs flew up, and the chief's hand was around his neck.

Legilimency was activated, and Urs's mind was forcefully breached.

After the director finished reading the information he needed, he threw Urs out and smashed him to the ground.

"Tsk tsk, this reading is too crude." The dream walker next to him commented sharply.

"There's not enough time to do the detailed work, and we might be in trouble." The director glanced at Aiden.

"What's wrong?" Aiden asked.

"They stuffed Avalon's control center into the King of the Deep." The director's eyes were solemn.

Upon hearing the news, everyone present was stunned.

"No, how dare they?", "Aren't the fairies afraid of being assimilated?", "Is there really someone stupid enough to want to join the stupidity?"......

The silent people began to discuss at once.

"So what should we do?" Aiden looked at the director.

The director thought for a while and decided to move on. He said,

"All goblins will be executed on the spot. The situation has deteriorated and we cannot afford to disperse our forces."

Hearing the director's order, all the silent people raised their wands at the same time. The next second, lights of various colors intertwined here, and soon there was not a single goblin left.

"Long, no, Aiden Prewett." The director called Aiden's full name with difficulty.

"Hey, you're not?" Aiden also felt the director's seriousness.

"You didn't join the Unspeakables, so please leave. At the same time, if neither of us can return, please become the Head of the Department of Mysteries and take over my duties, please."

The director looked at Aiden seriously and spoke word by word.

"Hey, do you think I am the kind of person who is afraid of death?" Aiden rolled his eyes.

"No, but we need to keep hope," said the director.

"I hope," Aiden murmured.

Then he took out his long staff and waved it. A silver-white dragon appeared here, picked up Oliver and started flying out.

"Aiden Prewett, I'm not done with you~~~~~~~" Oliver's voice came from the sky and soon disappeared.

"Well, I hope so." Aiden shrugged.

"Why would you go to such lengths?" The director was puzzled.

"Ah, of course, it's because what the fairies develop can become the cornerstone of my blueprint!"

An aggressive smile appeared on Aiden's delicate face.

"Haha, you guys are really... hopeless."

A complicated look appeared in the director's eyes, as if he remembered someone.

On July 15th, at 00: in the afternoon, the Department of Mysteries' battle against the Lord of the Deep officially began.