Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In that dreamlike, pure white illusion, the King of the Deep Realm who successfully obtained the carrier was like a giant beast out of control, wantonly destroying everything around him.

His violent power seemed to have no restraint at all, leaving a mess wherever he went, as if he was venting his endless hatred that came from his instinct.

Aiden instantly transformed into a giant silver dragon, with a nimble and majestic figure. He rushed forward without hesitation and started a fierce battle with the giant as big as a mountain.

The giant suddenly raised a huge stick that he had gotten from somewhere, and with a whistling sound, he smashed it towards Aiden with overwhelming force.

Aiden was caught off guard and was hit by this heavy blow. He was in great pain and roared in pain. He spread his wide wings and flew into the sky with all his strength.

In the high sky, strange and mysterious symbols began to gradually emerge on the scales on Aiden's body.

At the same time, the scales that originally shone with silver-white light began to turn grayish white.

Soon, he completed the transformation. The gray-white dragon swooped down like a flash of lightning, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the giant's arm tightly.

"He needs a little help." Newt resisted the mental shock of looking directly at the dragon and fired a spell at the giant.

As the giant's attention was focused on fighting the dragon, Newt's spell successfully exploded behind him.

"The spell worked. All Aurors who are still awake, attack together." Picquery also forced himself to stand up and raised his wand to attack.

The Aurors who were able to stand up also took out their wands and joined the attack.

Aiden turned his head and pushed away, and the giant was swallowed by the explosion.

The smoke and dust cleared away the hand that was bitten off by Aiden, and one of the giant's legs was also broken in the explosion just now.

However, because it is in a hazy illusion, the power of the deep world can radiate here better.

The fourth layer of the deep world once again transmitted power here, and soon the remaining space on the giant's body was filled.

Just when everyone's morale was low, the passage to the hazy fantasy world was opened.

The Egyptian solar boat, the Dongxia Jianmu, the Jerusalem Ark, the Aztec Altar of Glory, the Indian Six Paths of Reincarnation...

The mysteries accumulated by the ancient civilization are revealed here, symbolizing that the true violence of the wizard civilization is projected into the hazy fantasy.

Support from various countries also arrived, and Aiden saw the most eye-catching one among the black and gold robes.

After a flash, Aiden stood among the silent people as naturally as if he was home.

"Who are you?" The current director's appearance is not much different from his future self.

But now his eyes still exude some vitality, unlike his future self, whose fox eyes are like calm water.

"It's me, your lovely dragon." Aiden grabbed his sleeve playfully.

"I don't know you. Please be respectful and tell me who you are. And don't try to get close to me." The director pushed Aiden hard, but how could a wizard be stronger than a dragon?

"Hey, don't be so formal, aren't we good friends?" Aiden was very excited by the alternation between offense and defense.

"Okay, stop making trouble. What is going on? Who initiated the agreement on the Silence Slate?" From Dongxia, an old man in a Taoist robe walked out.

The man following him and a fellow in the Egyptian crowd both seemed vaguely familiar.

Finally, Aiden finally understood why the people he met were so nice to him.

"Here, take a look for yourself." Aiden pointed at the rotten giant chasing a group of American Federation Aurors.

"The King of the Deep Realm?" The old man stroked his beard. "Let's get started, everyone."

This was the first time Aiden saw wizards from various countries use magic.

Eastern wizards prefer to combine magic power with an object, and when necessary, they can let the object take the enemy with it to be buried with him.

Western wizards, on the other hand, tend to use their bodies as a carrier, so that the magic power they mobilize is more sensitive.

Aiden stopped watching the show and spread his wings to transform into a mythical form, pouncing on the rotten giant.

The gray-white dragon opened its big mouth and bit the giant's head. The giant's stick also hit the dragon's wings, breaking them.

"Pooh!" Aiden exhaled his spiritual breath, and the magic power mixed with dragon breath actually formed a layer of ice on the giant's body surface.

Aiden opened his mouth, turned nimbly, and swung his tail towards the giant's head.

A crisp "crack" sound was heard, and the giant's head was smashed to pieces.

The black sol surged, and the King of the Deep began to be reborn again.

"Roar!" The rotten giant stood up again and roared at everyone.

"Is there any way to break his core?" the old man shouted at Aiden.

"My output is not strong enough. Can you lend me your reserves?" Aiden turned around and yelled with his mouth wide open.

"How do you know...Forget it, just tell me your title." The old man narrowed his eyes.

"The Dragon of the Mind." Aiden said.

The old man who was addressed as Aiden suddenly understood something, and wizards from other countries also connected their silent slates in their own ways.

Six beams of light penetrated the hazy illusion and connected to Aiden's body.

Aiden felt that his thoughts and magic were running at an extremely high speed.

Through the Silent Slate, Aiden saw for the first time the entire Deep World, an endless spiral that surrounded the entire world.

The blessed manipulator began to display another level of power.

Everything is under his control. Aiden transforms into a dragon man, with his right hand clenched.

A gorgeous longbow appeared in his hand, and the longbow, which embodied the visions of countless wizards, shone with dazzling light.

"Oh my Merlin, I love this so much." A happy smile appeared on a certain dragon's delicate face.

Aiden aimed his longbow at the rotting giant and pulled the nonexistent bowstring.

A warm golden light began to gather towards him, and soon a golden arrow appeared on the bow.

"Is this... love?" Some scattered golden particles fell on Aiden's face, and he felt the warmth from them.

"Well, good-bye, my friend."

Aiden released his hand on the bowstring, and the golden arrow flew towards the rotting giant.

The King of the Deep Realm sensed danger. More black sol surged in the hazy illusion, and the black sol combined with the white fragments.

All kinds of monsters crawled out of the shadows, roaring and trying to block the dazzling but deadly light for their masters.

However, like moths to a flame, the monsters turned into dust the moment they came into contact with the light.

The arrows, with irresistible power, easily penetrated the rotten giant and eliminated all the deep world pollution in the misty illusion.

But it's not over yet, the arrows are still flying.

It flew out of the boundary between illusion and reality, carrying the love of the wizards of the present world, and flew into the fourth layer of the deep world.

He stabbed fiercely at the heart of the King of the Deep on the throne.

The king, formed by the most primitive hatred of mankind, was pierced by the warmest emotion of mankind, nailed to the throne, and slowly closed his eyes.

The moment the King of the Deep was pierced, a black beam of light was absorbed by the gem on Aiden's neck.

Aiden, who shot the arrow, was relieved to see that it was over, and then he passed out.

In the hazy fantasy, other wizards were cleaning up the mess.

Newt came over quietly and put Aiden into the box.

Then, an unexpected guest broke in. He was Graves.

"Where's the boy?" Graves asked excitedly.

"It has been eliminated, Mr. Graves, this is my order." Picqueri stood up and said.

"Yes, Mr. Chairman, but history will also record that what happened tonight was unreasonable and cruel." 'Grayvis' walked over with a tired look on his face.

"He killed a Muggle, nearly exposed us, and brought great danger, violating our laws," Picquery shouted.

"Laws? Laws make us like rats in the gutter, requiring us to hide our true selves and huddle and tremble under the management. Enough, I'm leaving." 'Graves' shouted.

But when he turned around, he saw the elite troops from six countries raising their wands and ready for battle.

'Grevis': "............"