Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the center of the cemetery, Jacob finally found Queenie.

"Let's go, baby."

Jacob looked at Queenie worriedly and held her face.

"Oh, dear, we should stay and listen to him."

At this moment, Queenie, who had been bewitched by Grindelwald, did not want to leave at all and was intoxicated by the great vision.

Outside Père Lachaise Cemetery, a large group of Aurors were ready.

The British Ministry of Magic launched a cross-border arrest in France.

Torquil Travers, completely immersed in the power he had acquired and complacent.

They had no idea that the French Ministry of Magic, their century-old enemy, would actually allow their armed forces to enter their own country to arrest criminals.

Although on the surface it seems to be a typical example of friendly cooperation among international wizards, what is the reality?

Grindelwald walked into the venue from the dark stone passage, and the wizards around him began to cheer for him.

But what no one noticed was that in a crowded corner of the cemetery, a man in a white and gold robe and a boy with dragon horns stood side by side.

"So you just watch him stir up public opinion?" The director was a little surprised.

"Also, what are you and that old Dumbledore planning?"

"As I recall, you're not much younger than Dumbledore." Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"He's over 40, and I'm only 30. I almost led you astray. You guys are talking in a fog."

Aiden looked at him with a funny expression, thinking about how this guy looked like a Riddler the last time he borrowed the Retrograde Pendulum.

"Alas, you are really too young. The wizarding community is extremely repressed because of the Statute of Secrecy. Even if Grindelwald doesn't show up, there may be people like Tom and Sim to stir up disputes."

Aiden picked his nails and looked at Grindelwald with a scrutinizing look.

"So, Dumbledore and Grindelwald are in cahoots!"

There seemed to be several exclamation marks on the director's forehead.

"Yes, I guess they completed the plan together. But Dumbledore withdrew or changed his mind for some reason." Aiden guessed while maintaining his previous actions.

"A plan drawn up by the two most powerful wizards in the world." The director's voice trembled a little.

"Why do you look so depressed? You are the Director of the Department of Mysteries.

Even you are like this, how can you make your people cheer up to fight against the Deep Realm?" Aiden patted his shoulder.

The director shook his head, calmed down, and turned his gaze to Grindelwald in the middle.

Grindelwald stood on the stage with his arms open, and the wizards in the audience cheered.

"My brothers, sisters, my fellow wizards, your applause is not for me, but for yourselves."

It has to be admitted that Grindelwald is extremely good at public speaking and inciting people.

As soon as he started, he aroused the emotions of all the wizards and made them crazy about him.

“You have come here today for your inner desires and beliefs, and to explore a brand new path.”

Grindelwald raised his hand to the wizards around him.

“Some people say that I hate Muggles and people without magic, but I don’t hate them.

I never fought for hatred, in my opinion, Muggles are the majority group, just a group of people who are different from us.

They have value too and should not be treated arbitrarily, but they should be treated specially.”

Grindelwald's words were full of disdain for the Statute of Secrecy.

“Magic is a miracle that only blooms in a few souls.

Think carefully, my friends, what kind of world we will create.

But please remember one thing: we live for freedom, truth and love."

Grindelwald beckoned to Wenda Zirol, who brought him an alchemical tool.

"If we don't rise up and make the world we want a reality, this is what will happen."

Grindelwald took a deep breath from the alchemical tool and exhaled forcefully.

Smoke enveloped the venue and the picture was emerging.

Countless Muggle soldiers fought with guns, and airplanes, cannons, and tanks were developed one after another.

Tens of thousands of people were displaced, and finally the sun's rays shone on the ground.

“This is what we are fighting against, this is our enemy!

They are arrogant, greedy for power, and exist like wild animals.

It won't be long before they turn their weapons on us.

Next, remember my words, do nothing and stay calm.”

Aurors from the Ministry of Magic entered the venue and Grindelwald narrowed his eyes.

"So do you expect Muggle technology to develop rapidly?" the director turned to ask Aiden.

"Killing has always been the most effective means of human progress. Why do you think our magic technology has made such rapid progress?

Abandoning the cumbersome and powerful ancient magic and pursuing the efficient and economical modern magic?" Aiden looked at the director.

"It's to pursue the most efficient and fast killing." The director frowned.

"Yes, this is the bad nature of human beings. Even though Grindelwald is mocking the Muggle leaders, how much better can our wizard leaders be?"

Aiden pointed his chin at Travers who walked in, with disdain and ridicule revealed from his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes.

The two of them looked at Torquil Travers, who regarded magic as a power.

In a sense, Torkiel and Grindelwald can be seen as the same type of people, both of whom see violence as the only means to achieve their goals.

However, they all forgot that this is a subjective world and the resistance of the mind is far more powerful than they imagined.

Aiden maliciously guessed in his heart that perhaps it was because of the existence of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, the ideal couple, that Travers hated them so much.

And now, the first powerful man who believed in violence will soon meet his end, because the trap has been set.

"Aurors, haha, welcome." Grindelwald opened his arms as if he had met a good friend.

“My fellow countrymen, although they killed many of my followers, they imprisoned and tortured me in New York.

But this is only because they are people who seek truth and facts just like us, but they just took the wrong path for a while.

It is natural for you to be angry and to desire revenge.”

Grindelwald's tempting words completely ignited the anger in the witch's heart.

She raised her wand slightly, but the Auror was quicker than her and with a flash of green the witch fell lifeless to the ground.

At this moment, Aiden felt the desire for causal complaints and homomorphic revenge surging in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

In the deserted courtyard of the first layer of the deep world, the power of hell is constantly increasing.

It wants to break through the boundary between fantasy and reality and descend upon Grindelwald, the object of the wizards' prayers.

However, the light of prophecy suddenly appeared, capturing and dividing hell, compressing it into a ball of light.

A hand holding a magic wand made of elderberry appeared in the zeroth layer of the sea of ​​consciousness - the hazy illusion.

With a hook of the magic wand, the power of hell was instantly captured and entered the arm.

The entire process did not have any impact on the world, but Aiden felt that Grindelwald's magic power began to expand exponentially.