Chapter 394, Act 3: The Birth of a Writer, the Turmoil Subsides

The erosion of the hazy illusion began to fade, and the buzzing of the silent stone slabs gradually died down.

Silver-white particles kept flying around Elena's body.

"Mom!" Aiden ran over and tried to hug her, but his arms went straight through her body.

Aiden couldn't stop her body from disintegrating even with his abilities, and for the first time, tears fell from the eyes of this audience member who was good at controlling his emotions.

"You have to eat well, sleep well, and remember to help me give that bastard Tom Riddle a good punch.

Also, don’t come to us too early... Well, you may not come to us.”

Eleanor touched her chin, then disappeared, leaving the dragon standing alone in the empty deep world.

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On the other hand, senior sister Tom escaped back to Europe and started her own business.

She made a high-profile comeback, recruited followers across Europe, and created terrorist incidents to restore her power.

With the release of each wizarding daily report, the entire European continent was in a state of panic.

Every wizard on the European continent feared that when they returned home on that day, they would find the Dark Mark lingering on their house.

It can be said that the fortunes of Britain and the entire European continent have changed dramatically. When Grindelwald was wreaking havoc on Europe fifty years ago, the British Ministry of Magic acted as an offshore troublemaker.

Pursue a policy of appeasement while European wizards work together to fight against Grindelwald.

Then, sixteen years ago, when Voldemort launched a terrorist attack, wizards from continental Europe fanned the flames of the British wizarding world.

Time flies, and now it is the present time. Voldemort, who is supported by European wizards, has once again shrouded the entire European continent in terror.

Finally, the third act that Aiden had envisioned had been fully realized.

Unfortunately, this time, there was no system to say witty words to remind him to complete the ceremony.

"Mother." Aiden reached out and grasped the gem around his neck.

The battle had just ended, and Aiden didn't have much time to be depressed.

He spread his wings and soared into the deep, passing through layer after layer of membranes and arrived in Avalon.

Above Avalon, the newly established offices of the Department of Mysteries were completely destroyed, and Oliver was directing the rescue from the ruins.

When he saw Aiden appear, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then was quickly swallowed by anger.

He ran up to Aiden and gave him a friendly punch in the face.

"You bastard, you're doing this again!"

He grabbed Aiden's collar and prepared to do it again, but he saw deep sadness in Aiden's eyes.

Oliver understood that this was the look of someone who had lost someone important, and he loosened his hand.

"What's the situation with the mind server?" Aiden asked.

"Early on, after the Foolish Core escaped, we couldn't find a new 'hard drive' that could handle such a large amount of computing power."

Oliver shook his head.

"Then let me do it." Aiden stepped forward.

"Wait, do you want to tie yourself up in this place?" Oliver grabbed Aiden's arm.

"It's not like I'm tying myself up. If I stay here, every converted wizard will become my eyes.

Maybe I can be there for each of you." Aiden shrugged.

"Uh, that's a bit disgusting..." Oliver shrank his neck.

"Three stories, three plays, the influence of millions of people, and drinking the magic potion at the end of the story."

Aiden took out the writer's characteristics from the gem, added it to clean water, making it into a potion, and drank the potion under the gaze of the silent people.

Then, Aiden turned into water droplets like ice and snow, falling continuously and dripping into the ocean of collective subconsciousness.

Aiden felt like he was about to die. The surrounding currents kept washing over him and began to rebuild his body.

At the same time, the three stories constructed by the ritual become anchors, firmly locking Aiden's personality and memories, ensuring that they are not washed away by the sea.

Aiden was wrapped in darkness, falling continuously and falling into a deep sleep.

"Ding!" A crisp sound rang out and echoed in Aiden's consciousness world.

The entire sea of ​​collective subconsciousness began to roar, and a huge dragon of the mind emerged from the sea.

The scales on his body became clearer, and at the same time, gray mist surrounded his wings.

There is no need to release any power. As long as He flaps His wings slightly, the ocean of collective subconsciousness will cooperate with Him to create a storm.

The dragon is closely connected with the sea, and the interaction between all living beings and the collective subconscious sea is controlled by Him.

At this moment, Aiden has completely lost his form, and his whole body is composed of pure mental power.

He took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Oliver.

"The rest is up to you." Aiden smiled softly at all the silent people.

Some people didn't look at Him directly, but His face was still clearly imprinted in their minds.

Aiden stepped into the alchemical matrix, and the writer's power dominated the entire mind server.

Computing power more powerful than stupidity was added to the server, allowing wizards who had temporarily lost connection in reality to mobilize their magic power again.

The dragon in the server closed its eyes, but a pair of different-colored dragon eyes emerged in the hearts of thousands of people.

In Knockturn Alley, the Queen's office, Arthursie raised her hand and suddenly spilled the ink bottle, which rolled to the ground and broke into pieces.

She frowned and immediately took out a small box from her arms and opened it.

Inside the box was a scale with a strange symbol on it, which Arthursi crushed with one hand.

Just as she had guessed, the fool did not show up, and no power was projected over.

But Arthursie is no longer the noble lady from the pure-blood family. As the controller of Knockturn Alley, a long list of bad outcomes flashed through her mind, and she made contingency plans.

"Rada!" Arthur cried.

"Huh~, what's wrong?" Rada jumped out and stretched.

"He's missing, go find him!" Arthursi ordered calmly.

After hearing the order, Rada immediately jumped out of the window and started to mobilize those magical animals.

Asise waved her wand, and a similar dragon-shaped patronus flew out. Kaios Kvir was summoned and pushed the door open.

"You asked for me, lady." Kaios bowed slightly.

"In the European wizarding world, what's the situation with Voldemort?" Arthurie, leaning back in her chair, also opened her dragon eyes.

"Well."

Kaios took a few steps back. For some reason, he felt that Arthursi in front of him was becoming more and more dangerous, so he quickly lowered his head to answer the question.

"The You-Know-Who is following Mr. Prewett's plan to stir up unrest in Europe and seize power from their Ministry of Magic."

"Is Voldemort still in his plan? After the battle just now...but why did they lose contact..." Arthurie turned her back and stared out the window in worry.

And in the Scottish Highlands, in the Lestrange family, a streak of light streaked across the sky, and Edmund looked up.

The light pierced into his pupils, which immediately turned blood red. An extremely powerful magical power burst out, pushing the people around him away.

Along with it came a small church that flew into Edmund's heart. The church continued to emit magical power, suppressing his eyes.