"How did you find this place?"
After they entered the sitting room, Cloris asked directly.
"Same question—how did you get here?" Severus asked.
"My ancestors lived here," Cloris said.
"While we were on our honeymoon, we met someone on the train. We mentioned Paroldo while talking, and he told us this was, like Hogsmeade in Britain, a village made entirely of wizards."
"And then you came all the way from Britain to Italy just to see a village built entirely by wizards?"
"Not entirely. I went through a war and wanted to find somewhere secluded to live quietly," Severus said. "And that child really is ill."
"What illness does he have?"
"An Obscurus has attached itself to him. Can you treat it?"
Cloris looked utterly stunned.
"Sorry, what I mean is, how is that possible?" Cloris said somewhat incoherently.
"He is the child of illegal immigrants. His mother was afraid they would be deported, so she made him restrain himself and not show his magical abilities," Severus said. "The American Ministry of Magic claimed they had eliminated all Obscurials, but some slipped through the net. One of them later became Gellert Grindelwald's follower."
Whenever Severus suddenly becomes so talkative, I know he's started 'performing' again, Voldemort said in Pomona's mind. He truly is a lying 'servant.'
"But he isn't lying," Pomona defended him.
"Shh. Watch the show," Voldemort said softly.
"Sending him to school would be unsafe. The power of an Obscurus is dangerous even to adult wizards, let alone a young child. We brought him traveling with us in search of a cure."
"Is there no one in Britain who can treat him? I heard Newt Scamander successfully separated an Obscurus."
"After the Obscurial had died," Severus said as though chanting poetry. "But we hope he can survive and