Hogwarts's Master of Mind

"What would happen if you fought him?" Theseus asked.

Dumbledore said nothing, but raised his hand.

"You have to admit that it is beautiful. If you want to go against it..."

The blood alliance in his hand began to emit red light.

With a whoosh, the Blood Alliance flew towards the wall, trying to move towards the direction where Grindelwald was.

At the same time, the chains on Dumbledore's hands began to spread to his entire body.

"You see, it will know."

The chains tightened around Dumbledore's hands, causing his wand to fall from his grasp.

"Albus!" Newt held out his hand.

"See, he could sense the betrayal in me."

Dumbledore looked sad, and it was unclear who he was referring to.

"Albus!" Newt became even more anxious.

The chains had spread to Dumbledore's neck, tightly wrapping around him.

A hand reached out from behind him and pressed against his back.

The silver thread controlled the chains of the blood alliance and suppressed the restlessness in Dumbledore's heart.

The Blood Alliance flew back into Dumbledore's hands again, and the chains on his body turned into smoke and dissipated.

"This is the lightest consequence!" Dumbledore turned and looked at Newt.

"Although this is magic performed by young people, as you can see, powerful magic cannot be undone."

Dumbledore walked forward, staring at his sister's portrait in fascination.

"Is there nothing you can do?" Theseus looked at Aiden.

"Everyone from the Prewett family has been here. What can a newbie in magic like me do?" Aiden shrugged.

"Besides, this thing is not ordinary. You two used the power of the hazy illusion, right?"

Aiden looked at Dumbledore with a playful look.

"The weight of a pure-blood family's surname, wow." Long exclaimed in amazement.

"By the time I discovered these connections, it was too late. I have put the Dumbledore family on the balance from the very beginning. This is all retribution." Dumbledore closed his eyes.

"Wait, Aiden, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Newt looked at Aiden.

“Once, during the First Goblin War, the Wizard Council organized 28 of the most famous families in Europe at the time to hold a ceremony together.

We put our names into the fantasy world and voluntarily become the tentacles that maintain the order of the world. "

With a wave of his hand, he projected the scene of the ceremony held at the Wizard Council.

Dumbledore looked at Aiden thoughtfully.

"So, your families have a deep connection to the Twilight Zone? And what about the prophecy?" asked Theseus.

"When the prophecy is activated, its power needs to transition from consciousness to reality, and our families are the transmission lines for this transition."

Aiden hooked his finger, and a gray sea and planet appeared in front of everyone.

The picture kept zooming in, and each wizard had wires connecting them, traveling back and forth between the sea of ​​consciousness and reality.

“So, Albus used this link to make a contract with Grindelwald?” Newt understood a little.

"No wonder you pure-bloods are always so highly respected. The Ministry of Magic must be aware of your situation, so they allow you to expand."

Theseus spat, and it was unclear whether it was directed at the Ministry of Magic or the pure-blood families.

"That's not the point. Anyway, we can't break Dumbledore's blood pact by force. It doesn't matter if these two idiots die.

If there is any problem in the illusion, it will be a lot of fun. When those things below surge up, you and I will be the sinners of the destruction of civilization." Aiden spread his hands.

"But what Grindelwald wants to do now is to make Deep... well."

Newt, who was outspoken, almost let the cat out of the bag, but fortunately Aiden stopped him in time.

"What, what is the depth?" Theseus looked over with a puzzled look.

"Anyway, don't ask too many questions. We'll tell you when the time is right." Aiden said casually.

Then he sent Newt away with Theseus.

Aiden came downstairs and saw Aberforth communicating with someone through the mirror.

"It looks like you've contacted him." Aiden raised an eyebrow, "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing." Aberforth's hand tightened around the cup.

"You said it, don't regret it." Aiden pulled out the door and Apparated away.

Aberforth in the room stared at the mirror quietly amid the noise of other wizards.

.....

Midland, Fifth Avenue, New York, outside a small bakery.

"I thought the reinforcements Dumbledore sent would..."

Lalee Hicks was looking Aiden over.

"More mature, but never mind, at least he's a helper."

"Well, I know you're plotting against Jacob right now, but I can't show up because he recognizes my face."

Aiden spread his hands.

"Oh, and you're a Legilimency. By the way, why aren't you studying at Hogwarts at your age?"

Lali Hicks, the Charms professor at Hogwarts, looked at Aiden seriously.

"I'm French and I go to school at Beauxbatons. Bonjour." Aiden smiled.

Then his face was pinched by Lali.

"Don't think I don't know Prewitt's name." Lali changed from pinching to rubbing, and then let go of Aiden.

She walked towards the street corner while sorting her books.

"Since you can't appear on camera, just hide." Professor Lali waved her hand.

"As you wish." The audience cleverly hid in the blind spot of consciousness.

"Cool," Lali exclaimed.

Then, she used her superb acting skills to trick Jacob out of the store and invited him to travel to Germany with her.

"No!" Jacob raised the frying pan and pointed at Lala.

"Please, at least let me finish what I'm saying." Lali chased after him.

"I said I want to quit, don't bother me anymore!" Jacob pushed the door open and locked it tightly.

"My therapist told me wizards don't exist. What a waste..."

"Money!" Jacob yelled the last word as if he was frightened.

"You know I'm a witch." Lali grabbed a dessert from Jacob's shop.

"I want some too, Jacob." A dragon leaned against his side.

"Oh, you go get it yourself! Aiden?" Jacob was frightened for the second time.

Aiden didn't reply, but skillfully took a few paper bags from his shop and packed the bread.

"You guys know what happened to me in the wizarding world, so please, just get out of my life."

Jacob opened the door and pointed outside.

The dragon on the side was surprised to find that he seemed to have no US dollars. He took out a few gold galleons from his pocket, wiped off the magic on them, melted them into gold bars and handed them to Jacob.

"Forget it, this is my treat for you, let's go." Jacob wanted to return the gold bars.

"But you're not willing to give up, are you, Jacob?" Aiden refused to accept it.

"What are you unwilling to accept?" Jacob was still playing dumb.

"Queenie Goldstein."

Long's heterochromatic eyes became deeper and deeper, with a magical power that made people sink into it.

"You still love her, and there's not a day that goes by that you don't think about her."

Jacob covered his ears, but unfortunately he couldn't block out the words of the Dream Weaver by covering his ears.