"Thought magic?" Aaron became interested quickly. This was a word he had never heard before.
"Yes, a kind of magic that has been around for a very long time and is now almost lost in the smoke of history."
Dumbledore said in a recalling tone:
"When I was young, I once discovered the scaly claws of this magic, but at that time I had more important things to do - at least I thought there were more important things to do, so I didn't pay much attention to it."
"This kind of magic, as its name suggests, is a technique of making fuss about people's thoughts. One's own thoughts and the thoughts of others are the main research objects of thought magic."
Aaron reacted immediately: "So, 'projection of thoughts' is also part of this magic?"
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded:
"You have used transfiguration to achieve similar effects, but that is just magic responding to your strong expectations. It is different from the real 'projection of thoughts'."
"This kind of projection cannot be controlled by your reason, so that you fail to notice it happening and mistakenly think that you are creating something that can think."
Aaron suddenly understood. No wonder he tried for a long time but failed to find the relationship between transformation and 'thought projection'.
As a result, he could only achieve the 'projection of thoughts' again by repeating exactly what he had done before. He knew it was happening, but he didn't know why.
It turned out that this was because he was looking in the wrong direction.
"Of course, the mysteries of magic are endless." Dumbledore changed the topic and said:
"In fact, I was surprised when I learned that you relied on transformation to achieve this. This is a path that I did not foresee, and I cannot make an effective judgment on it."
"Professor, what kind of effect can real 'thought projection' achieve?" Aaron couldn't help but ask.
"Unfortunately, Aaron, my understanding ends here." Dumbledore said a little apologetically:
"If you really want to continue along this path, I can give you some clues I found before. But I think it will be very difficult. Thought magic has been lost for a long time, and there is almost no trace found in the UK. Information about it.”
"Does this mean that I am looking further ahead?" Aaron understood what Dumbledore meant.
"Maybe." Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders:
"This kind of magic is so illusory that many people don't want to believe it exists. It's rare that you are willing to listen to me tell these crazy things that I unearthed from old papers. Aaron, I hope what you find in the end won't be a fantasy."
As he spoke, Dumbledore blinked, and then, the whole world changed instantly, and Aaron's eyes flashed——
He had returned to Dumbledore's office.
Sitting in the armchair, Aaron was silent for a long time, recalling everything that had just happened.
Then he raised his head, smiled and said, "Thank you, Professor."
…
"Runas, search your knowledge base to see if there is any content related to thought magic."
As soon as he returned to his office, Aaron immediately said to Runas.
After a moment of silence, Runas responded: "Not found, sir."
Aaron then transferred the memory of his conversation with Dumbledore to it and said: "Change the keywords and continue searching."
Runas quickly replied: "There are some relevant records, but they are all absurd and vague, similar to the words of a novelist, and I think they are not acceptable."
Aaron shook his head: "In the world of magic, no matter how bizarre things are, it is possible to exist. Please sort out all the relevant records and pass them to me."
"Yes sir."
Soon, after converting all the records into written materials and sorting them out, Aaron included thought magic in his list of plans.
Having been with Runas for a long time, Aaron knew very well how much help this kind of artificial intelligence in the magical world could bring to his research. Thought, this is an area that most magicians have never touched, and there are still many strange landscapes worth exploring.
Aaron picked up the list - this list was enchanted by him, and each arrangement he listed could be labeled, and the more important ones were placed first.
'Expected goals', 'time spent', 'project progress', etc. will automatically appear behind each arrangement, and the arrangements after completion will automatically disappear from the list.
At this moment, in addition to the thought magic that is specially marked in red, the top item on the list is the preparation of the potion company.
From the moment the golden apple potion was invented, Aaron understood that this potion was like a sharp sword, just like the wolfsbane potion, and it was unrealistic to directly make its formula public.
Apart from anything else, if this formula was obtained by some dark wizards, the harm it would cause would be immeasurable. If any disturbance is caused, the responsibility may be traced to him, the inventor.
Therefore, Aaron planned to give birth himself.
Previously, when the potion masters visited, Aaron had asked them in detail about matters related to large-scale production of potions. Many of them gave advice on setting up a potion company.
There are many examples for reference in the magic world, such as Bone Creation, Quick Smoothing Hair Spray, etc., all produced by the company.
Such companies usually employ highly skilled pharmacists who are responsible for controlling the overall process and configuring some important parts, while other simple but numerous basic operations are left to the apprentices they bring.
Of course, starting a potion company from scratch is a very complicated matter, requiring numerous procedures and procedures. With the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, one can imagine how long it will take to complete this process.
Aaron didn't want to go to such trouble, he wanted to take a simpler path.
"Lunas, did you find the address?"
"Yes sir, in a town in England, the name of the town is..."
…
The next day, Cokeworth, England.
It is an industrial town with a winding river running through it. Various types of industrial wastewater with complex composition were discharged into the river, making it no longer clear.
The thick smoke produced by burning coal all year round has always cast a light layer of fog in this town. The narrow and crowded streets are lined with houses made of gray and white bricks. They are short and cramped, which is the main part of the dark tone of this town. one of the sources.
At this moment, inside one of the houses.
Old Frank was lying on a rickety recliner, his eyes slightly closed, and he was drowsy.
A large pot that could almost fit one person was set up in the room. A viscous liquid with a horrible color was being boiled in it, and dark green bubbles were rolling up.
"Teacher, we don't have enough armadillo bile and narcissus nectar. We need to buy some more."
A young man wearing dirty rags walked up to Frank and asked softly.
"Well!"
Frank's neck winced and he woke up. He wiped the drool on his neck blankly,
"Then you get in the jar..." Frank said in an impatient voice.
"It's empty, teacher." The young man turned a copper jar upside down, and there was no sound of gold coins inside.
