Chapter 113: Parliament's Lost Location

After receiving Aiden's order, Arthursie began to gather information about Lockhart.

All the affairs of the school are proceeding in an orderly manner, and the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff is about to begin.

Harry left the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione to get his Quidditch equipment, just as his feet stepped onto the marble stairs.

He heard the voice again: "Kill it this time... let me tear it apart... bite it..."

Harry yelled, making Ron and Hermione jump.

"That sound!" said Harry. He looked over his shoulder. "I just heard it again - didn't you?"

Ron shook his head and opened his eyes wide, while Hermione put her hand to her forehead.

"Harry - I think I've just realised something! I have to go to the library!" Then Hermione rushed up the stairs and left.

"What did she understand?" said Harry distractedly.

"That's beyond my comprehension," said Ron, shaking his head.

"But why did she go to the library?"

"Because that's exactly Hermione's style." Ron shrugged. "Whenever in doubt, she goes to the library."

Harry stood hesitantly, hoping to hear the voice again.

But the crowd was pouring out of the Great Hall behind him, noisily, out the front door and toward the Quidditch pitch.

"You'd better hurry up," said Ron. "It's almost 11 o'clock and the game is about to start."

Harry quickly retrieved his broom and ran to the Quidditch pitch.

But his heart remained in the castle, worrying about the strange sound. As he put on his uniform in the locker room, his only comfort was that everyone was now waiting outside to watch the game.

The players walked onto the field to a warm-up reception, with Wood doing a warm-up flight around the post.

Madam Hooch served the ball and the players in their buff jerseys gathered together to discuss tactics at the last minute.

As Harry mounted his broom he saw Professor McGonagall half walking, half running across the field carrying a huge purple microphone.

"The game is cancelled." Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the stadium.

Aiden stood up and connected the runes to check the basilisk.

Sure enough, a basilisk was roaming the Hogwarts castle.

'Aiden, I found it.' Arthursi's communication was connected to Aiden's glasses.

"What?" Aiden quickly replied.

"Gilderoy Lockhart actually brought an assistant into the school. He applied for free access to the school for his assistant on the pretext that the newspaper needed to collect materials..."

Arthursi's communication suddenly went offline.

"Arthursie, Arthursie." Aiden called Arthursie through the commuter as he ran into the castle.

Aiden used his ability to quickly locate the other pair of glasses. She was still moving at high speed, which made Aiden feel relieved.

Finally, Aiden intercepted Arthuri at a corner and took her into the blind spot of consciousness.

"Huh...Huh, this is so exciting."

Apparently the chase had made this lady lose all regard for her manners, and Arthursie was breathing heavily.

And in the corridor behind, there were footsteps approaching quickly.

A short wizard wearing a purple turban appeared in front of the two.

"It's just..." Arthur was about to speak, but Aiden reached out and covered her mouth.

It was just such a tiny fluctuation that made the wizard in front of him smile.

He took out a pair of dried eyeballs, lit them with his magic wand, and muttered something:

"To my glorious Lord, please grant me eyes that can see through illusions."

Then, a mysterious wave came from the distant sky, accurately attaching to the wizard's eyes.

In the wizard's sight, everything around him turned into a collection of lines.

He looked around and finally found lines that were different from the surrounding environment where Aiden and Arthur were. Although they were extremely blurry, he could barely make out the outlines.

"Haha, I found you." The wizard gave a twisted and hideous grin towards where Aiden was.

"Arthur, please leave first."

Aiden waved to Arthursie, who nodded and left quickly.

"Look at you, what pure spiritual power you have. If I can 'use' you, my Lord will surely grant me more blessings. Hahahahaha."

Because his opponent was a young wizard and was in Hogwarts, the careless wizard casually took out his wand and fired a petrification spell at Aiden.

Unfortunately, he didn't pick any easy targets.

Aiden raised his hand slightly, and a long staff emerged. The attack magic (Zoltraak) hit the wizard at an extremely fast speed, and the explosion blew him away.

The wizard who was blown away displayed an unparalleled ability to fly backwards in the air, then fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times.

"Cough cough." The wizard sat up with difficulty and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He murmured poems from ancient times, and the ancient rhythm echoed here.

"It does not teach or seek worship. It just stands at the edge of the universe, quietly observing the birth and death of everything..."

Seeing the wizard start to cast a spell, Aiden took a step forward, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Forcing the wizard to look at him, Aiden's eyes flashed with an imperceptible light, and then he ruthlessly knocked the wizard to the ground (physical version).

The wizard fell into a coma, and Aiden's body began to fade away, slipping into the wizard's dream.

On the wizard's island of consciousness, the light of reason was obscured by fog, and clear thinking was replaced by chaos.

In the fog, the roars of wild beasts could be heard from time to time.

"Has his rationality been clouded? I roughly know whose followers he is. These people are really something." Aiden sighed.

He spread his wings and began to fly toward the bubbles floating above.

Entering the bubble, Aiden checked the content he wanted.

Just as Aiden was searching his memory, a voice of "Klinr" attracted Aiden's attention, and he flew towards the dream.

In the dream, the wizard walked through a dark tunnel and came to a house whose outline could not be seen clearly.

He pushed open the door and walked in. Inside the room was a huge long table. Many people, with their faces covered with robes, were sitting beside the table, not saying a word.

"Colvin, you're late." said the man sitting in the middle of the long table.

"I'm sorry, Speaker. I was busy with some newspaper work." The wizard... Colvin lowered his head and apologized.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's start this meeting. Today's topic is mainly about the sacrifice ceremony of Councillor Klinl. ..."

The Speaker's narration seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and his voice became increasingly indifferent.

"Aiden Prewett." When Aiden was concentrating on hearing what the Speaker said, someone called his name from behind.

Aiden turned around, and suddenly the scene around him turned white, and a man in a platinum robe stood in front of Aiden.

"Why are you here again?" Aiden looked at the Director of the Department of Mysteries, and his originally beautiful heterochromatic eyes turned into dead fish eyes.

"Careless Long, look at where you have lost yourself." The director narrowed his eyes.

"A hazy illusion?" Aiden looked around and understood his situation.

"So this person is just a bait?" Aiden understood immediately.

"It's not directed at you. After all, both of us are forces that have touched the field of consciousness, so we naturally have some special protective measures." The director smiled.

"Then how did you know I would fall here?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Your mass is too huge. Every time you approach the deep world, it will set off an alarm. That's why we are here." The director spread his hands.

"You guys?" Aiden looked behind him and saw a large group of silent people taking photos and checking in.

Aiden: (? ???w??? ?)

"Okay, I won't waste time with you. I'm leaving." The shy dragon quickly escaped from the hazy illusion.