Chapter 8 Others take holidays while I attend classes
There was a breeze on the July night, and the summer heat could not dispel the enthusiasm of the little wizards. Aiden, who was in Dumbledore's house, was suddenly interested when he heard the little wizards playing outside the window.
Aiden went to the window and began to observe the little wizards playing outside to see if he could practice Legilimency.
But when he looked around, he could only see the color orange, which was full of enthusiasm, vitality and happiness. His ability to read minds allowed Aiden to instantly understand what the little wizard was thinking, but this was not what Aiden wanted.
After a while, he lost interest and gave up observing. The thoughts of the little wizard were too simple and straightforward, and were not suitable for practicing Legilimency.
Aiden took out the system gem, injected magic power into it, and said silently in his heart,
"System, I have something to ask you."
"Ding, what questions does the host have?"
"I'm trying to learn Legilimency, but the cooperation between the mind reader and the audience allows me to directly read other people's thoughts from their emotions, magic, body movements and expressions, and Legilimency is not activated. How should I coordinate magic and ability?"
"Ding, host, the activation of magic is more about the distortion of reality by magic under the influence of thought. Although the extraordinary ability of the audience path is also participated by magic, the object of distortion is more of the host itself and the sea of collective subconsciousness. On top of this, the sea of collective subconsciousness pries the real world."
"Then how can I block the influence of my supernatural powers?"
"Ding, has the host lost control? Why not just use his ability to give himself a hint?"
"System, you have become more and more humane since you returned from the sea of collective subconsciousness."
"........"
After getting the answer from the system, Aiden used his ability to give himself a hint. Now when he looked out the window, he could no longer directly see his thoughts through his movements and magic, as if there was a layer of mist between them.
After finishing his preparations, Aiden looked out the window again, took out his wand and said, "Legilimens".
Finally, Legilimency was activated, and Aiden successfully read the thoughts of one of the young wizards.
"Oh, this guy has nothing but sweets in his mind." Aiden rolled his eyes and gave up the idea of digging deeper.
"It seems that you don't need to look directly into other people's eyes when casting spells with a wand." Aiden continued to cast spells, reading the thoughts of other young wizards, and soon mastered Legilimency to perfection.
Unlocking the suggestion to himself, Aiden began to practice Occlumency, inducing magic through suggestion to cast spells, and soon succeeded, reaching the point where he could fabricate his own memories.
"Okay, the next step is to combine the spell with the ability. Let's try this after Dumbledore comes to avoid sudden death." Aiden didn't think about it anymore and went back to the dormitory to rest.
The next day, after a busy day, Dumbledore finally remembered that he had left a student at home, and hurried to Godric's Hollow.
"I'm sorry, child. It's easy for people to forget things when they are busy with so many things. Please forgive me, an old man." Dumbledore apologized skillfully.
"It's okay, professor. I have already finished reading the books you gave me, and also tried the spells of Legilimency and Occlumency." Aiden gave Dumbledore a surprise.
"Try? To whom?" Oh, it seems that Dumbledore only received surprise, not joy.
".....outside...the little wizard outside."
"Oh, child, we can't do this. It is not a good thing to snoop into other people's thoughts at will. Many telepaths are alienated by others because of this." Dumbledore said earnestly.
"Okay professor, I won't do it next time." Aiden made the promise, but the cunning flash in his eyes gave another answer.
"Okay, now that you can cast spells, let me practice with you." Dumbledore invited Aiden.
"Okay Professor. Legilimens." Aiden took out his wand and cast Legilimency without hesitation, but unfortunately it did not break through Dumbledore's defenses.
"Nice casting, the spells and movements are just right. If this were a school I would probably give your house five points."
"Then, let's try Occlumency." Dumbledore didn't take out his wand, but just looked into Aiden's eyes.
The moment he looked into Dumbledore's eyes, Aiden felt a gentle wave coming from Dumbledore's eyes, as if he wanted to tell him all the secrets.
But the power of the mind reader quickly gave him a warning, the brain occlusion technique was activated, all emotions disappeared, and the mind reader's ability controlled the whole body, preserving Aiden's demeanor.
"You've also mastered Occlumency quite well. It seems that I have completed my teaching task ahead of schedule. Oh no, you have completed it on your own."
Dumbledore praised him. He looked very happy, like a worker who had been given an extra-long paid vacation.
"Thank you for the compliment, Professor. So what should we do next?"
"Perhaps you can practice other magic here. I left some magic books for you in the study. You can also go and have a look." Dumbledore said to Aiden, "Then I will leave first. If you want to go back to the Burrow first, you can notify Coco to take you back."
"Good professor."
Dumbledore left in a flash, and Aiden went to the study to see what books were there.
Arriving at the study, the room was filled with the aroma of old books. The bookshelves were filled with thick magic books. The covers of some of the books were worn, showing signs of being frequently read.
There is a huge desk next to the window, on which are scattered some alchemical props, magic potions, and some mysterious magical instruments.
On the walls of the study were hung ancient magic maps and portraits of people who were closing their eyes as if they were resting.
"Let me see if there are any precious magic books." Aiden walked forward and observed the titles of the books on the bookshelf.
"Wow, my goodness, "The Most Toxic Magic", "The Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic Revealed", the old bee has bad intentions." Aiden instantly understood Dumbledore's purpose in bringing him here.
So he took out a book on alchemy and began to read it with great interest.
At this moment, Dumbledore was in the headmaster's office, listening to the portrait's report.
"Is it necessary to do this, Albus?" Headmaster Delys Dewent seemed a little dissatisfied with the current headmaster's actions. "He hasn't even entered Hogwarts to study yet."
"You don't know, that child has an extraordinary power that seems to be related to the mind. I can't be sure whether it is a talent or a charm. It reminds me of an old friend of mine." Dumbledore explained to Delis.
"That child is a member of the Prewett family. You are slandering him. He is slandering pure-blood wizards." Phineas Nigellus Black made a sharp explosion.
"Shut up, Phineas." The other principals couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward to pin Phineas down, causing chaos.
"Well, you are the current principal, and we dead people can't interfere with your decision." Principal Delis Devonte sighed.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the headmasters' portraits were covered. The bustling headmaster's office instantly became quiet, leaving only Dumbledore, and no one knew what he was thinking.
