Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"Yusuf?" Rita looked at the man on the ground and went to help him up.

"Rita, my little sister." Yusuf Kama looked at Rita with tears in her eyes.

"So, he's your brother, then who am I?" Credence looked over Nagini.

"It's strange that you're still alive, after all... ahem, how did you survive what happened in New York?"

Aiden went up and patted Credence on the back, which was still strong.

"I escaped with a small piece of it!"

Credence held out his hand, black fluid coursing through his veins.

"Merlin's beard." Aiden wanted to take the man in front of him back for dissection.

"Okay, I don't care about that, now tell me who I am, I don't want to live without a name or background.

Just tell me my story, and you can end our feud." Credence looked at Yusuf Kama.

"Your story is my story." Joseph Kama glanced at Rita. "Our story."

“No, Yusef.” Rita shook her head, begging him not to say it.

"My father is Mustapha Kama, a pure-blooded Senegalese descendant who is well versed in magic."

Yusuf Kama came to the center of the cemetery and began to tell the story.

“My mother, Lurena, was also from a noble family and very beautiful.

A man, from a distinguished French family, longs to possess her.

Lestrange cast the Imperius Curse on her, abducted her, and attacked me.

The last time I saw my mother, she died during the birth of a baby girl.”

Yusef pointed at Lita. "You."

"My father was very angry, and before he died he told me to kill the person Lestrange loved the most.

At first, I thought it was a simple task.

After all, he only has one relative in the world—Rita..."

Yusuf Kama hesitated, and Rita said dejectedly, "Go on."

"He never loved Rita and found someone else less than three months after my mother died.

Until he had a son, this man who didn't know what love was poured all his energy into you. "

Yusef Kama pulled out his wand and pointed it at Credence.

“When he found out that the heir to the Kama family was hunting his son, he panicked.

He hurriedly sent you to America, under the care of a half-blood fairy, but your magic was too weak for me to track.

But fortunately, today I can decide the fate of the Kama family with my own hands."

Yusef Kama had his wand pressed against Credence's neck.

"So, I mean Corvus Lestrange?" Credence closed his eyes.

"No! He's not!" Rita yelled.

“Yes he was, someone pushed him out of the water.

Think of the prophecy of your Lestrange family - Tycho Dordonus.

The man was cruelly exiled, the woman heartbroken and desperate. The warrior returned home with revenge, flying in the water.

Yusuf Kama waved his arms.

"See now it's all together, sad daughter." He pointed at Lita.

"The exiled man spreads his wings and flies from the water." He looked at Credence again.

"A warrior of revenge." He finally pointed at himself.

"Uh, I don't know if you noticed that the order of your predictions is wrong."

A young boy's voice pulled Yusuf Kama out of his own world.

"Impossible!" Yusuf Kama was a little crazy.

“My friend, the Tycho Dordonus prophecy is exclusive to the Lestrange family.

From the information I have come across, the entire prophecy is the result of strong interference from the Lestrange family.

Therefore, the people pointed out by the prophecy must all be members of the Lestrange family. So, do you find this prophecy inconsistent?"

Aiden looked at Yousef and patted him on the back.

"So, shouldn't I be the warrior of revenge?" Yusuf couldn't believe it.

"Uh-huh." Aiden shrugged.

"Impossible, you must be lying to me, you want to exonerate him, right!" Yusuf pointed his wand at Credence again.

"That's enough Yusuf, stop deceiving yourself, he is not Kaous."

Lita rushed out, holding her family tree.

"Kaus is dead. I killed him with my own hands!"

Rita spread out the books and a sapling grew on them.

"My father has a strange family tree where the men are shown as names and the women are flowers."

At the top was the name of Corvus Lestrange.

“My father sent Kaous and I to America, and Irma pretended to be our grandmother.

On the cruise ship, Kaous wouldn't stop crying, and I called him to the child across the street, and I swore I didn't want to hurt him.

But the boat carrying the woman holding Kaous capsized, and she sank with Kaous."

Rita dragged out the secret that had been buried in her heart for many years, and fell to the ground as if her spine had been pulled out.

"Lita, I know this isn't what you meant, and it's not your fault," Newt comforted her.

"Newt, there's no monster you don't love." Leta turned around.

"Then do you know who that woman is?" Tina asked.

"I don't know." Rita shook her head.

"So, my background is still unknown, right?" Credence clenched his fists.

“Oh, I might know a little bit.” Aiden raised his hand.

"You!!??" * 5

"Who am I?" Credence rushed over and grabbed Aiden's shoulders.

"When Newt and I separated the Obscurus from you, I discovered that there was a huge Othala (?) in your blood."

Aiden waved his wand, and the surrounding light flew over to form a circle, floating above everyone's heads.

“Thanks to my mentor, I have learned a little about their family’s alchemy.

I was able to infer a little information from it." Aiden stretched out his thumb and index finger and pinched them together.

"You mean... I might be from your teacher's family?" Credence grasped the information.

"Yes, my teacher Albus Dumbledore. I speculate that you may be a descendant of the Dumbledore family." Aiden solved the mystery.

"Then you..." Credence wanted to ask more, but the stone door of the cemetery suddenly opened.

"Queenie?" Jacob happened to be next to the stone gate, and he walked in first.

"Let's go and see what surprise Grindelwald has prepared for us." Aiden also walked in.

The circle was surrounded by wizards who came to listen to Grindelwald's voice.

A fanatical atmosphere is surging.

"Only a few hundred, not enough." Aiden walked along, stealing the secrets of these wizards along the way.

As the secrets grow, Aiden gradually begins to sense a trace of their connection to the ocean of collective subconsciousness.

“Is this the origin of why the seer can see through all secrets?” Aiden thought.