Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the office, the director handed Aiden a glass of lemonade.

"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense, the audience is waiting." Aiden urged.

"Yeah, young people are just impatient." The director picked up a piece of snack.

"Voldemort, why do you think a half-blood wizard and Muggle who inherited some of the Gaunt heritage has such a huge influence?"

The director crossed his hands and rested his chin on them.

"Isn't it because the pure blood of Britain is becoming weaker and weaker that a representative is nominated?" Aiden thought for a while and replied.

"Yes, but only a part of it. What do you think the development of the whole world will be like?" The director asked another question.

"From order to...chaos!" Aiden thought of something.

"But didn't he join the Council of Attendants?" Aiden wondered.

“So this is the tricky part. For thousands of years, there has been no shortage of powerful wizards who have studied the King of the Deep Realm, and then divided and used their power.

Dongxia's Jianmu, our Lihuo, and your transformation ritual all prove that the King of the Deep Realm can actually be used."

There was fatigue in the director's voice.

"So Voldemort deconstructed chaos and used it?" Aiden raised an eyebrow.

"No, of course he doesn't have that ability. How can a mind that pursues power resist the temptation of the King of the Deep Realm?" The director shook his head.

"You mean..." A light bulb went off in Aiden's mind.

"Salazar Slytherin." The director said a familiar name.

"In his later years, Salazar had a quarrel with his friends. According to outside records, he was unhappy about the Muggle wizards entering the school.

However, in that era when magic was still taught in a master-apprentice mode, how could he become friends with the other three legendary wizards if he adhered to such a ridiculous concept? "

The director said, pulling out an ancient parchment with a portrait of Salazar Slytherin himself and handing it to Aiden.

“So, their real dispute revolves around the Lord of the Deep,” Aiden muttered.

“The being that the four giants could most easily reach in that chaotic era was the King of the Deep Realm—Chaos.

Salazar proposed a more extreme plan, and it was implemented to a certain extent.”

"What did he do?" Aiden asked with some interest.

"He scattered the chaotic fragments he and the other three giants divided among the Muggles." The director revealed.

"Cough." Aiden choked as he picked up the lemon juice.

"No, this is not extreme, this is crazy!" Aiden wiped his mouth with paper.

"Not really. The four of them have built an extremely powerful secret ritual in Hogwarts. As long as the Muggles remain in chaos and cannot form an effective organizational system,

Then they will remain backward and ignorant for a long time, while wizards born from Muggles will be protected by the secret rituals after entering Hogwarts, thus staying away from the harm of the King of the Deep World. "

Aiden frowned after hearing this and discovered the problem.

"However, this would also greatly enhance the power of stupidity, thus forming the tide of the deep world, so the other three giants vetoed it, right?"

Aiden, who had a considerable understanding of the Sea of ​​Embers on the second layer of the Abyss, understood the whole story.

"Yes, after the dispute broke out, Slytherin ran away alone and went to America to continue his research. As for what he did there afterwards, no one knows."

The director finished his story and looked at Aiden, waiting for his questions.

"So, two questions, first, what did Slytherin leave behind on the mainland, and second, how deep is Voldemort's integration with chaos?" Aiden asked.

"Let's talk about the first one first. Salazar Slytherin should have left all his research records in Hogwarts. So according to our speculation, the rituals performed by Voldemort were deduced from them."

The director took a sip of red tea, paused and continued,

"Secondly, after completing the integration with the King of the Deep Realm, he still retains a certain degree of rationality. He can almost be regarded as the incarnation of the King of the Deep Realm in the human world, but his ability to modify reality will be greatly weakened."

The director explained the problem clearly in a few words.

"How much harm would it do if we let him go?" Aiden thought, stroking his chin.

"Do you want to borrow him to complete your plan?" The director figured out something after seeing his expression.

"Well, I have a suggestion..." The old fox smiled.

"Oh, I'd like to hear more about it." Long leaned over and whispered to him.

......

After discussing with the director, Aiden, feeling refreshed, was taken upstairs by the director for a meeting.

Upstairs in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge urgently summoned the directors of various departments.

As old Barty was murdered, Fudge took the opportunity to place his own people into the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

At this time, four of the seven departments of the Ministry of Magic, including Sports, Transport, Cooperation, and Magical Creatures Management, have returned to Fudge's control.

In the meeting convened by Fudge, he denounced Batistuta's inaction and put all the blame for the mistakes in the World Cup on Batistuta.

At the same time, Fudge forcibly assigned the Aurors he had to various directors on the grounds of protecting their safety.

It is called protection, but in reality it is surveillance and deterrence, selecting, attacking and eliminating one's competitors.

After the meeting, in the Department of Mysteries, the Director's office.

"Long, look at him, look at him." The director who came back started to throw a tantrum.

"Why should I look at him? I'm not the one being monitored anyway." Aiden watched the joke from the side.

"I don't care. If you don't help me, I will...I will go to your school to harass you every day." The director grinned evilly.

"Where did you come from, you pervert?" Aiden held his forehead with his hand.

"I will also bring the ladies from the Department of Mysteries with me, and then we will hold cheering activities in front of your school every day!"

The director risked his reputation, although he didn't have much left.

"Chief: Hello!"

"Okay, I'll help you. Where is the person?" Aiden said.

"Just wait a minute, it should be here soon." The director, who had been throwing a tantrum just now, sat up immediately.

Looking at his shameless appearance, Aiden couldn't help but sigh.

Knock knock. After a while, the door was knocked and a strong dark-skinned man walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Director of the Department of Mysteries. I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, and I have been ordered to come here to protect you." Kingsley said.

"Uh."* 2Now it was the turn of the two guys who were about to do something bad to freeze.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Kingsley asked puzzled.

"Well, did you apply to come to the Department of Mysteries on your own initiative?" Aiden asked.

"No, we just drew lots up there, what's the matter?" Kingsley replied.

"Hurry up and erase his memory." The director and Aiden huddled together and whispered.

"He's from the Order of the Phoenix," Aiden retorted.

"Don't you have the ability to manipulate other people's minds? Just give him one. At worst, you can untie him later!" suggested the director.

“.....Okay...okay.” After thinking for a while, Aiden reluctantly agreed.

Kingsley saw the two men finish their discussion and walk towards him.

"Sorry, man." Aiden tried to pat his shoulder, but could only pat his waist.

Then, Kingsley felt a darkness coming, and then he lost consciousness.

When leaving, Aiden helped Amelia Bones solve the troubles around her and then returned to Hogwarts.