Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Just as the situation on both sides became increasingly tense, two dragons intervened in the dispute.

The internal conflict instantly turned into an external conflict, and the horsemen instantly looked at the two of them with a common hatred.

Bane and Ronan walked over at the same time, signaling a temporary unity between the two factions.

Aiden said nothing as he unfolded into the form of a mythical creature, the mysterious symbols on his body glowing faintly.

Bane and Ronan's eyes widened for a moment, and soon the centaurs bent over to Aiden.

"The controller of consciousness." Ronan touched his chest and walked up.

"So, what are the centaurs' choices, destruction or submission?"

The dragon opened its mouth, and a deep dream enveloped the centaurs, and they fell into the void.

Led by Aiden, the centaurs and Arthursi penetrated the boundary between reality and illusion, crossed the hazy fantasy and sank into the abyss.

Finally, Aiden took him to the fifth level of the deep world - the spiral of pleasure.

Here, Arthur saw the truest form of the centaurs. The truth before her ignited her brain and anger ran rampant in her heart.

"How dare you!"

Arthursi took a few steps forward, with a green light flashing on her raised wand, and Aiden reached out and grabbed her.

"As you can see, this is how we survive." Ronan lowered his head and stretched his hands back.

Inside the spiral of joy, countless bizarre vines spiraled and intertwined with each other.

In the middle of the vines protruded eggs, inside which newborn centaurs were soaked.

But if you look from the inside out, you can see that inside the outermost row of eggs are complete human babies.

From the outside to the inside, each egg constitutes the entire process of transformation from human to centaur.

"Please calm down, two great dragons. This is just to give the dead children a chance. After all, this will allow them to see the world again."

Bane was a little tough, but not much, and he still made an excuse for his own people.

"Perhaps these children do not share the same idea as you. After all, not everyone wants to become the bait and guide of the King of the Deep Realm."

Aiden finally uncovered the truth about the centaurs and the origin of their abnormal ability to actively connect to the collective subconscious ocean and conduct observations.

“If it weren’t for the Eastern wizards who captured lives, I’m afraid you would be nothing more than batches of sacrifices.

Now you are talking about continuity and ethnicity without any shame, you are a bunch of cowards hiding in your consciousness."

Aiden had a mocking look on his face, while Bane and Ronan could only smile bitterly.

"This is the decision of our ancestors after all. We have no say in it. But this is the only way for us to survive. Please... show some mercy."

Ronan knelt down with his front hooves towards Aiden, and Bane hesitated for a moment, then knelt down as well.

"Forget it. I came here today just to get an answer from you." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"You go ahead." The two responded at the same time.

"Are the centaurs preparing to start a riot? Or, are you preparing to turn to the Death Eaters?"

The Dream Weaver's pressure was released, and the oppression from the higher-ups made it difficult for the centaurs to breathe.

"No, we absolutely won't..." Bane said with difficulty.

"Great Dragon of the Heart, let them go." A soft voice appeared behind Aiden.

Aiden turned around and saw a centaur emitting white light appearing here.

"Firenze." Aiden said the name of the person.

"I am willing to swear on behalf of everyone that I will never take the initiative to become an enemy of wizards.

And when there is a civil war among wizards, we will remain neutral, okay?" Firenze asked.

"Stop it, you are a racial..." Bane wanted to say something, but was stunned by Aiden's look.

Aiden raised his hand, motioning for Firenze to continue.

Firenze opened his hands, a golden oath flew out of his body, and then the white light on his body disappeared.

The oath flew towards Aiden and was crushed by him, and then golden particles directly covered the entire deep world.

"Firenze, you bastard, do you know how many of us have longed to become one race?"

Bane's eyes turned red and he grabbed Fezeren's neck fiercely.

Ronan, who was standing next to him, grabbed Ben's hand to prevent him from strangling Fizeren.

"Take care of yourself."

Aiden turned back into human form. He had no interest in getting involved in the subsequent dispute among the centaurs, so he pulled Arthursi out of the deep world.

On the way to Knockturn Alley, Arthursie kept secretly observing Aiden.

"Go ahead, what do you want to ask?" Aiden glanced at him.

"Why don't you destroy those disgusting guys?" Arthuri came up and prepared to learn from a certain outstanding failed student.

“The existence of centaurs is necessary. After they die, their bodies and souls return to the deep world and become the king of the deep world - the nourishment of life.

Especially since that thing has been made into a weapon by the Eastern wizards to fight against the Deep Realm, so although this cycle of the centaurs is sad, it can continuously strengthen the wizards' strength. "Aiden explained.

"....." Arthuri fell silent.

Because this is a classic trolley problem. If these dead are not used, then the fight against the King of the Deep must sacrifice the living.

Aiden knew that she could adjust her mentality, so he didn't make any noise to disturb her.

Back to Diagon Alley, during the time that Arthursie was away, Miss Witch handled things very well.

"Otherwise, you can stay here and let me have a good vacation." Arthursie teased.

"No, sister, no, mom!" Miss Witch immediately rushed over and hugged Arthursi's thighs.

"Let me tell you, these idiots from Knockturn Alley..." Then, the witch lady began to complain incessantly.

It is not easy to manage these wizards whose brains have been damaged by black magic, especially those troublemakers with ulterior motives.

Some people even tried to set traps for Miss Witch several times.

Fortunately, as the incarnation of the Sequence Three Dream Weaver, she can easily see through their thoughts and avoid them again and again.

"Ah." Arthur sighed.

"Didn't I tell you not to show weakness, otherwise they will think you have an opportunity to take advantage of them." Arthursi touched the witch's head.

"Because..." Miss Witch lowered her head.

"Because her legend and corresponding identity are originally a witch who can drive away pain and disease, it is not surprising that she is not good at fighting."

Seeing her hesitant, Aiden added for her.

"Still playing?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

“No, no, no, let’s stop it!” Miss Witch immediately rushed towards Aiden and turned into strands of white silk threads and merged into his body.

"Oh, you're not good at fighting. What about me?" Arthursie teased.

"Ahem, the letter I sent to Snape should have arrived. I'll go find him now."

A dragon fled in panic.

"Heh." An ambiguous laugh was heard, followed by the sound of writing in the office.