Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Aiden strode to the gate carrying his suitcase. A group of Aurors who were on high alert had completely blocked the exit.

"Mr. Prewett, if you surrender now, I can spare the death penalty because of your young age." Picquari gave Aiden an ultimatum.

"Alas, you arrogant American people, can't you check whether your internal situation is clean?" Aiden shouted angrily.

"Don't let the British people interfere in our affairs. Put an end to him."

Picqueri ordered, and she turned away, having already seen the result of Aiden.

All the Aurors raised their wands together, and colorful lights gathered at the tips of the wands.

Aiden stretched out his right hand into the air and a rose appeared in his hand.

He sniffed the rose gently, and the dragon in his heart bared its fangs at everyone.

Aiden opened his red lips slightly, and a white mist spread out with his breath.

The mental breath from the Sequence Four operator directly broke through the wall of Aurors in front of the gate of the Magical Congress.

The invisible transparent breath pierced the hearts and spirits of the Aurors, and the attacked Aurors felt like they were struck by lightning.

Picqueri turned around in disbelief and saw Aiden had already walked up to her.

"Mr. Chairman, don't sit there for too long. It's time to look down."

After saying that, Aiden walked away, and no one was able to stop him.

After leaving the Magic Congress, Aiden Apparated to a hidden corner of Central Park.

The suitcase was opened and four people came out.

"Where do we go now?" Aiden asked.

"Perhaps I can offer a place to hide." Jacob raised his hand.

......

After crossing several streets, Jacob led his group to the second borough, Queens.

He took out his key, opened a dilapidated fence gate, and climbed the stairs to the rooftop.

"My grandfather used to live here." Jacob pointed to a small wooden house next to him that was made of broken wooden boards.

"Few people come here. Let's hide here for a while. This kid is good at that..." Jacob raised his hand and made a gesture from small to large.

"Call me Aiden, Jacob." Aiden held out his hand.

"Oh, of course, it's an honor to meet you." Jacob shook his hand back.

"Aiden, you shouldn't have killed the executioner." Newt turned and looked at Aiden.

"Man, he's Grindelwald's man. Why don't we kill him and keep him to detonate the Magic Congress at the critical moment?" Aiden shrugged.

"No, I mean you shouldn't change the past too much, after all..." Newt looked at Aiden with some concern.

"No, the fact that I can come here shows that everything is a part of history. There is no absolute past and future in this world, Newt." As Aiden spoke, a clock appeared faintly behind him.

.......

Queenie and Jacob also started chatting.

"Wow, what is that?" Jacob asked, pointing behind Aiden.

"Some magical stuff, don't take it too seriously, so your grandfather raised pigeons." Queenie asked back.

"Yes, he will also teach me how to make snacks." Jacob's emotions were easily aroused by Queenie.

“My grandfather used to have owls and I used to feed them,” Queenie said.

"That's great."..... "Oh, you have such a sweet mouth."...

Tina saw that Aiden and Newt's conversation seemed to be at a standstill, so she came over to ease the awkwardness between the two.

"Grevis keeps stressing that it was your animals that caused the disturbance. We need to catch them back and see how many are left out there."

"There's another one, Dougol, my invisible beast. He's invisible most of the time." Newt looked at the lights in the distance.

"So I don't know how to catch him. It's harder than climbing to the sky."

At this moment, Tina had an idea.

"Narrak, I used him as an informant when I was an Auror. His side job is buying and selling magical creatures." Tina leaned over and grabbed Newt's hand.

"How do we get information from him? We have nothing to trade." Newt asked.

“Isn’t there a dragon man here?” Tina looked at Aiden.

Aiden: “…”

......

Several people walked through an alley and came to a hidden corner.

"You bastards, you actually want me to wear something like this."

The silver-haired dragon man was currently wearing a black evening gown, but unfortunately it was a women's style.

"Isn't this beautiful? Come on, I'm going to cover your mouth to prevent you from revealing the truth."

Queenie flicked her wand, and bandages were wrapped around Aiden's eyes and mouth, and his hands were tied behind his back.

The black evening suit reveals the elegant curve of his back, and the silver dragon horns on his head can well prove his identity.

Coming to a stone wall, Queenie and Tina cast spells on each other's clothes.

Newt also touched his tie with his wand.

Tina knocked on the door and several people entered the secret bar.

Inside the bar, a dark-skinned fairy was singing.

Jacob sat at the bar and complained, "How can we drink in such a small bar?"

Then a glass of whiskey flew into Jacob's hand.

"What? Haven't you seen a house-elf before?" An elf was wiping the cups at the bar.

"Yes, I like house-elves. My uncle is a house-elf." Jacob agreed.

"Tsk, I see." The house-elf sneered.

Queenie came over and started drinking with Jacob.

On the other side, Newt and Tina sat in the corner of the tavern with Aiden.

"I can't believe I'm sitting here. Half of these people have been caught by me before." Tina seemed distressed to be reduced to this state.

"Uh, excuse me, but I saw your memory with that boy in the death potion in the dissolving pool before." Newt leaned over.

"The boy's name was Credence. His mother always beat him. I attacked his mother. At the gathering, everyone was cast with a dispelling spell. It was a scandal."

Tina raised her wine and drank it all in one gulp, the glass hitting the table with a light sound.

"Hey, you two should stop chatting. It's really uncomfortable to be tied up like this." Aiden said, twisting his body.

"Shh, quiet, here it comes." Newt tapped Aiden on the head.

A goblin walked in from outside and sat down on the wooden chair next to Newt and Tina.

"So, you're the lunatic with the box of creatures." The house-elf came over and offered him a glass of wine.

"We hope to obtain from you the trace of an invisible creature."

Newt looked up at him, and Gnarlak simply lit a cigar and took a drag.

"Your head is worth a lot of money, Mr. Scamander, why should I help you instead of reporting you."

Gnarlak took the bill from the house-elf and signed it.

"I can give you a lot of money." Newt tilted his head.

"Well, you should keep that little money as service fee." Narlak turned his head away.