Hogwarts's Master of Mind

On Friday afternoon, Harry and his two companions walked from the Forbidden Forest towards the castle and met Aiden waiting at the door.

"Oh, Aiden, you have no idea how tough Hagrid was today. He even threatened Malfoy that he would turn him into a ferret if he made trouble."

Ron was very excited, and he still remembered Draco's livid face in class.

"Aiden, who are you waiting for here?" Harry asked.

"Waiting for Neville." Aiden saw Neville coming up from behind and waved to him.

"Neville, come with me to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore wants to see you."

"Okay." Neville wanted to follow, but then looked back at the book in his hand.

"We'll take it back for you." Harry and Ron came up and picked up Neville's books.

"Thank you."

Neville thanked Harry and Ron, and then was taken away by Aiden.

"Why do you think Dumbledore wanted to see them?" Ron started gossiping.

"It won't be a bad thing anyway. And you two have to think about how to complete your Divination homework." Hermione sighed.

......

In the principal's office.

"Grandma?" Neville saw an old woman wearing a vulture hat sitting on the sofa.

"Neville, sit down and stop making so much noise." Neville's grandmother looked at him seriously.

"Augusta, I'm sorry to invite you here. I have something to discuss with you." Dumbledore said tactfully.

"Okay, professor, let me do it." Aiden stepped forward.

"Ma'am, Neville, I plan to try a different method to rescue the Longbottoms, but I can't guarantee success. Could you please allow me to try it?" Aiden said.

"What? You know they are..." Neville's grandmother stood up suddenly.

"Yes, she was tortured to madness by the Cruciatus Curse and her mind was closed." Aiden continued what Mrs. Longbottom failed to say.

"But how can we treat this disease? Even St. Mungo's can't help." Neville's grandmother stared at Aiden with a complicated expression.

"The field of the mind is not St. Mungo's forte. The only organization that truly explores the mind and the soul is the Unspoken Ones. I am not talented, but I have some connection with them."

Aiden held out his hand, pinching his index finger and thumb together (Finger Universe).

"Okay, if it's really as you said, then I will allow you to go for it. Even if you fail, we won't blame you."

Neville's grandmother made the decision and Neville nodded along.

"Let's go, then." Dumbledore came out.

Fawkes understood, flew up and grabbed four people with his claws, and with a flash of fire, he headed for St. Mungo's.

St. Mungo's, fifth floor, Charms and Damage Department.

Neville's grandmother led everyone to her son and daughter-in-law's room.

Dumbledore looked solemnly at the two middle-aged men lying on the hospital beds. They were pale and emaciated.

"Aiden, please." Dumbledore looked at Aiden.

"Ah."

Aiden nodded, started his mind walk, and put his mind body into Mr. Longbottom's island of consciousness.

Entering the ocean of collective subconsciousness, Aiden saw not an island.

It is a nearly submerged reef.

"How cruel! How could this happen?" Aiden frowned.

Broken fragments can be seen everywhere, and the surrounding sea water is constantly beating the remaining fragments.

Aiden was at a loss as to how to fix this.

On the reef, Aiden first tried to launch a demigod-level appeasement on the entire island.

On the reef island, the constant breaking and crumbling of rocks finally eased slightly.

Aiden then exited Mr. Longbottom's island of consciousness.

"Aiden, what did you just do? My dad's expression seemed to ease a little." Neville exclaimed in surprise.

Aiden didn't answer him, but took out a notebook and started taking notes.

'The comfort of the demigod level is not enough, the first alternative is to be promoted to a dream weaver and weave beautiful dreams to allow it to heal itself.

Alternative direction two, promote to Dream Weaver and bring Neville into the patient's consciousness......'

"Since the distance in the direction of ability is still too far, why not consider the almighty magic power?" The system bubbled.

"Are you the magical conch?" Aiden rolled his eyes.

Aiden finished writing the last stroke and put the notebook away. The old and young people of the Longbottom family looked at him expectantly.

"My current abilities are not enough to start treatment. I need to research other options or wait until I grow to a stronger level," Aiden explained to the two.

"It doesn't matter. It's good to have hope. I've been waiting for fourteen years. Finally, it's my turn."

Augustus Longbottom was in tears, and Neville also had tears in his eyes and looked at him excitedly.

Neville's grandmother said she would stay in the hospital, and Dumbledore took Neville and Aiden back to Hogwarts.

"Aiden, was there something you didn't say just now?" Dumbledore noticed the reservation in Aiden's previous words.

"Yes, if I can stay with the Longbottoms for a long time and keep releasing my abilities on them, I can heal them, but the time it takes is probably astronomical." Aiden shook his head.

"Well, you didn't tell them it was the right choice, so what else do you have to say."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Aiden who was sitting at his desk.

"Well, my dear principal, if I don't start with my personal abilities, I am very lacking in some knowledge about magic.

For example, the soul, the mind, oh, it's really troublesome, where can I get this mysterious knowledge that is hard to find in daily life."

Long, who was sitting on the desk, stretched out his free hand.

"Well, I'll give you a note from the restricted section. Go check it yourself, okay?" Dumbledore sighed.

Afterwards, the dragon left Dumbledore's office satisfied after receiving the borrowing slip.

"Hehe, someone is going to train a third Dark Lord, and this time he is letting him go with his own hands." Phineas Black said.

"Albus, isn't it too early to let him get in touch with the dark arts now?" Delys Devonte looked at him worriedly.

"But his research on magic has reached this point. Do you want to stifle the genius by not allowing him to explore magic freely?" Armando Dippet retorted.

"Hmm, so you and Albus 'freely' cultivated Voldemort together." Phineas Black sneered.

"The same thing again. Even if I trained Voldemort, my reputation would still be better than yours. You are the most unpopular headmaster."

Armando Dippet retorted.

"You're talking nonsense... I'm not unpopular... The students are just shy about expressing their admiration for me..." Phineas said hard.

For a moment, the principal's portrait was filled with joy.

"Alright, everyone," Dumbledore said.

The portraits of the principals also fell silent.

"He is a good child. He has love, and he has already understood the beauty of the magic of love. He will not fall into the abyss." Dumbledore reassured the headmasters.

At the same time, knowing the past, he also understood that the wizarding world owed a great favor to Aiden, who wandered through history.

The office fell into silence.