Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In the Great Hall, the textbooks ordered by Harry and Ron were delivered to the school.

Harry used the torn book to exchange the cover of the new book with the Half-Blood Prince's old book, and then returned the new book as the old one.

Aiden also came back from the Slytherin common room and went to the hall to start writing a letter to the director, putting down the key points of the personal terminal and his suggestions for improvement.

"Aiden, come with me." Hermione came to the Ravenclaw table, picked up Aiden and pulled him to Gryffindor.

"What's wrong?" Aiden was puzzled when Hermione placed him between Harry and Ron.

"Look at them, they found an old book in school and regarded it as a holy book. I am very worried that this is another Riddle's diary incident, but I have cast a dispelling spell on the old book many times and it has no effect."

Hermione's worry about her two grown children was overflowing, and Aiden could sense it without using his abilities.

Aiden picked up Harry's Potions textbook, opened it and looked at it, a smile on his face.

"So, have you ever talked to this thing?" Aiden weighed the textbook in his hand.

"No." *3

"That's fine. Why would you consider something without thoughts as a magic item? Besides, there is no fluctuation of magic on it."

Aiden tore the entire book into pieces with one spell, and then restored it with a restoration spell.

"Look." Aiden handed the book back and Harry quickly put it in his arms.

"So, since you are curious about this book, why don't you try to find its owner?" Aiden asked back.

"We tried, we contacted many seniors, trying to find this girl..."

Hermione waved, then rested her forehead on her elbows on the table.

"Wait, how on earth did you connect the Half-Blood Prince and the girl together?" Aiden's eyes widened.

"Her handwriting is so beautiful. She is also very careful and attentive to the footnotes of the potion. She must be a very cultured senior."

Hermione was lost in her own fantasy, but Aiden could hardly hold back.

Fortunately, the audience has always been able to control emotions well, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

"Yes, anyway, good luck to you." Aiden raised his hat.

Walking out of the hall, a figure appeared hurriedly behind him, and the white and gold robe revealed the identity of the person.

"Hurry, where's the stuff?" The director took a deep breath and went straight up to grab Aiden.

Aiden stretched out his long staff, knocked on the ground, and led the director into Avalon.

"The production quantity is limited. We can produce about 300 per day."

Aiden pointed to a water pump of strange texture at the border of Avalon, and there were many 'Aiden's' with silver threads emanating from their bodies.

After the pump drew up the discarded thought fragments from the sea of ​​consciousness, the silver threads and thought fragments combined to form a black sphere.

"Is this the personal terminal you mentioned?" The director picked up the ball and weighed it.

"I used Mr. Malfoy's in vitro implant and Mr. Filch's mind implant as control groups for the experiment. I found that neither implant affected the use of the terminal's functions."

Aiden threw the ball to the director, and Filch next to him took off his hat in cooperation.

"Will it cause any damage to the sea of ​​consciousness?" The director looked solemn.

"Will you pick up the fragments of your thoughts that you have discarded? If there is a real need, the power of the human mind can combine with memory to create new fragments.

Besides, with so many people in the world, how many useless ideas do they generate every day?" Aiden pointed to the boundless ocean in front of him.

"That's good. Should we leave the promotion to the Department of Mysteries?" The director licked his cheek and stretched out his hand.

"You are dreaming. I am just letting you know that you have made great contributions to the Department of Mysteries. I will leave the deployment of the terminal to Arthursie.

She also needs a public identity. It's not good for a girl to stay in Diagon Alley all the time."

Aiden stroked his chin and made the decision happily.

"Tsk, you value women over friendship." The director muttered.

"Hmm." Long narrowed his eyes.

"No problem, we will cooperate. Once the terminals are deployed, it will be equivalent to the popularization of the wizard network.

So is it really okay to let Chi Yu exist in your server?" The director glanced at the purple core wrapped in the alchemical matrix in the distance.

"He will never wake up again."

The dragon smiled, and at this moment the stupidity in the core was surrounded by a huge dream maze.

The foolish people who have no self and act according to instinct create destruction everywhere in the dream.

But every time He completely destroyed a dream, He would fall into a new dream, and the cycle would repeat.

The director was almost trapped in the dream after just one look, but fortunately Aiden reached out and grabbed him in time.

“Huh, what is that…” The director covered his left eye.

"I created a maze in dreams. I saw through the weakness of stupidity and used the maze to trap Him." Aiden pushed his monocle.

"They still have weaknesses? No, how can something that exists as a concept have weaknesses?"

The director felt that his long-held ideas had been overturned.

It's like a guy popping out one day and telling you that what's hanging in the sky aren't clouds, but cotton-like dirt...

"Existence means having weaknesses. This is the immutable law of all things. If He is an absolutely perfect thing, then the entire universe should have been eaten by Him without leaving anything behind." Aiden teased.

"So what is his weakness?" the director was a little curious.

"The weakness is... hey, I won't tell you."

Aiden kept the secret and then kicked the director out.

He has already seen Avalon's terminal processing factory, and the Silent Man will naturally take care of the subsequent transportation. This is the basic tacit understanding between the two parties.

After coming out of the hazy fantasy, Aiden wrote another letter to Arthursie, instructing her to start selling terminals from the alley.

The wizard who uses it first will definitely be able to greatly improve his survivability with the help of the terminal, and after some people have tasted the sweetness, other forces will follow suit.

"Hehe, go ahead and roll them all for me." Aiden grinned wickedly in the dormitory.

"What are you rolling?" Edmund suddenly pushed the door open.

Wow, the eldest son of media tycoon Lestrange just happened to fall into the hands of a dragon.

"Edmund, my good brother." Aiden went up and held Edmund's arm.

"Wait, what do you want to do!" Edmund pushed his face hard.

As the nominal person in charge of Lestrange affairs, Edmund was dragged by Aiden to sign the agreement.

"Are you a vampire? A developer takes 40% of the agency fee." Edmund muttered.

"So what do you think about the prospects of this thing?" Aiden pointed at Edmund's head.

“It’s absolutely wonderful.”

A box appeared in front of Edmund's eyes, and he looked at the words on it carefully.

"That's it. If I'm not satisfied with having you in the car now, I can cancel this agreement and find someone else."

Aiden shook the contract in his hand.

"Don't!"

A certain young master slid down to his knees decisively.