Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the following days, Aiden watched his three ancestors prepare to explore Hogwarts.

"Sir, let me tell you, wizards have been saying recently that four legendary wizards have built a tower in the Highlands of England to teach wizards magic. We are going to try our luck." Elvis said confidently.

"By the way, sir, the last gathering was so rushed that I didn't even ask for your name?" Iris asked.

"Well, you can just call me a dreamer." Aiden said meaningfully.

"I approve of your decision to go to the tower. After all, you need some wizards to teach you how to use magic systematically," Aiden said.

"So, we can join other organizations?" Sean asked in disbelief.

"Why not..." Aiden was about to speak when he suddenly thought of the era gap between the two.

"Well, we are a relaxed organization. As long as it does not violate the original intention of the organization, I have no objection to you having your own life." Aiden said.

"Your Excellency is very magnanimous," Elvis complimented.

"No, my ancestors." Aiden's toes were about to dig a hole in the three-bedroom apartment.

'Pfft.' This is the system.

"Well, is there anything else?" Aiden asked.

"No, Mr. Dreamer, do you have any other instructions?" Iris asked.

"That's it, then." Aiden tapped the table with his fingers, and the three were escorted out of the church.

"Their time is different from yours." The system sighed.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Aiden leaned on the bench, his voice a little low.

"Thank you for your hard work." A gentle female voice sounded.

"Ha, what did you say..." Aiden turned around.

"Ding." A clear and pleasant bell rang, and Aiden fell into darkness.

......

In 1994, at the British Ministry of Magic, the director who returned from the Deep World rushed to the Time Hall with injuries.

"Phew, it's almost too late." The director tore off a piece of clothing to bandage the wound.

He walked all the way to the Time Hall, where Oliver and several Silent Men were already waiting for him.

"Director, Aiden..." Oliver asked anxiously.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." The director waved his hand.

"Come with me, we are going to retrieve a large object from the retroactive pendulum." The director ordered several people.

Following the director, we moved forward, unlocked several seals, and the new moon and dark moon pendulum appeared.

"Let's work together and use more strength, otherwise we may not be able to drag him out."

The director raised his wand, and a silver-white chain passed through the membrane of the pendulum and entered the sand of time.

The chain rummaged around in the sand, seemingly searching for something.

Suddenly, the chain touched an object and straightened up. The director turned around and said to the people behind him,

"What are you doing standing still? Help me."

Several silent men also stretched out their chains and grabbed in the direction of the director.

With the joint efforts of everyone, a figure frozen in golden amber was dragged out.

"Aiden?" Oliver exclaimed as he looked into the amber.

"He's not...this...that what?" Surprised Oliver was a little incoherent.

"He was sent to the past and returned to the present by being preserved here," the director explained.

"Then how do we wake him up?" Oliver asked again.

"That's easy." The director gave a wicked smile.

"Shattered into pieces." A shattering spell broke the amber around Aiden.

"Huh..." Aiden came out of Amber and gasped heavily.

"Huh? I'm back?" Aiden realized he was home the instant he saw Oliver.

"Hurry, hurry, collect these ambers. The material formed by special magic mixed with time sand has high research value." A disappointing voice interrupted Aiden's reminiscing.

"You're not as hot-tempered and impulsive as you used to be?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"After all, you can't show that kind of expression in front of your good friends." The director responded indifferently.

"Forget it. I don't want to talk to you about this. How is the situation with Anti-Entropy?"

"We were taken away by an unknown monster and we had no idea which era we had gone to. Fortunately, we found our way back from the fork in time and space." The director was a little scared when he recalled what happened before.

"Okay, now that everything has been dealt with, I'll go back first." Aiden nodded to the two of them.

Back at the old house of Prewett, Arthurie seems to have not woken up yet.

Aiden shook his head and closed the door for her.

Aiden came to the living room and sat on the sofa. Sen Sen brought him a glass of lemonade.

A lot has happened during this period of time, and he needs some time to sort it out.

However, when he leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, the cry of a phoenix sounded outside the window again.

Knock knock, there was a knock on the door of the Prewett old house. Aiden began to regret leaking the address of the old house to Dumbledore.

With a wave of his hand, the door opened and Dumbledore walked in.

Seeing the exhausted boy slumped on the sofa, Dumbledore suppressed all his questions.

"It seems you really need a good rest, Aiden." Dumbledore said.

“Well, I didn’t expect that we’ve actually met in the past, Professor.

So when you first met me, you actually didn't care about my abilities at all.

Or were you actually saying those words to comfort your aunt and the others?"

Aiden's body sank into the sofa, and if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Dumbledore would have thought he had died.

"Yes, then again you are a person with some kind of destiny. Well, sorry, people start to believe in these things when they get old." Dumbledore chose a place to sit down and said.

"What else? Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Aiden asked.

"I'll try to be brief, Aiden. Your return to the past is part of history. If I'm right, you will go back. Your past created our present. I can't tell you too much else."

There seemed to be guilt in Dumbledore's eyes, and it was unclear whether it was towards himself or towards the prophet in the tower.

"Okay, professor, there's no need to do that. I already have some rough guesses." Aiden waved his hand casually.

"As long as you are mentally prepared, I'm sorry to bother you today. Just have a good rest." Dumbledore stood up. The phoenix outside the door had been waiting for him for a long time.

Aiden returned to his room, fell on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

On the other side, in the Department of Mysteries, Oliver was reporting what he had seen and heard today to the Director.

"Director, I suspect that something down there might be generating intelligence." Oliver looked solemn.

"Tell me what you think." The director raised his hand and motioned Oliver to sit down.

"After Aiden came into contact with the followers of the Deep Lord, it was clear that they were being manipulated, but they used language."

Oliver recalled those obscure words and felt a wave of nausea.

"Don't recall it. Things related to the King of the Deep Realm are highly polluting." The director's wand emitted white light.

After a while, Oliver recovered and continued to report.

"They showed Aiden a malice that was pure and pure."

"Well, I will record this matter. Perhaps our exploration of the King of the Deep Realm is still too superficial, or..."

The director raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

"Are we ants unworthy of awakening their intelligence?"

After that, the office fell into a very heavy silence.