Dumbledore's Concern

Seeing Vizet imprisoned inside the Magical Energy Field, Dumbledore looked slightly surprised and gently waved his Wand.

An even more solid Magical Energy Field appeared, completely enveloping the spot where Vizet was.

In the state of the Meditation Method, Vizet could sense that the magic contained within this Magical Energy Field had already far surpassed the previous Magical Energy Fields.

"It seems I've come at a bad time?" Dumbledore looked around and noticed the mess covering the floor.

"A new student's name and address appeared in the Book of Admittance, so Minerva asked me to come and confirm it."

"A new student's name and address..." The tall, bald Black Man Wizard stepped forward. "Headmaster Dumbledore, you came here to look for a new student who's about to enroll?"

"Yes!" Dumbledore nodded lightly. "If the Book of Admittance isn't mistaken, then this new student of Hogwarts should be the Obscurial before us."

In Vizet's eyes, Dumbledore had come at exactly the right time.

Not only had he helped stall for time, letting him continue absorbing the Obscurus, he had also brought news—he could enter Hogwarts to study.

In Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, such a question had once appeared: which was the best Magic School in the world?

The answer given by the protagonist, Newt, was the Hogwarts Dumbledore had mentioned.

In the film, Newt's performance was still very impressive, which could be considered indirect proof of that answer.

As a student, if Vizet had the chance to study magic, he naturally wanted to choose the best school.

He still couldn't speak directly right now. Dumbledore only needed to stall a little longer, and he could use the Meditation Method to absorb the Obscurus and return to normal.

The Black Man Wizard looked troubled. "Headmaster Dumbledore, if he's a new student enrolling this year, that means he's already over ten..."

"Obscurials rarely live past ten. I think you should know that. Perhaps the address was mistaken? No matter how you look at it, this Obscurial has already lost control."

Dumbledore's gaze swept over everyone. He understood what these Wizards were worried about.

"Kingsley, I understand your difficulties." His tone was calm. "But there are always exceptions, aren't there? Among the Obscurials I've seen, more than one was older than ten."

"Why not give me and this child a few more minutes? If he loses control, I'll take responsibility for the consequences... As for Cornelius, I'll give him an explanation as well."

Since he had put it that way, Kingsley naturally had no reason to refuse. "All right! We'll repair this place within ten minutes, then go erase the memories of the surrounding Muggles."

Dumbledore smiled. "That truly is excellent! Thank you for your help!"

Kingsley led the Wizards in dealing with the aftermath.

With their combined efforts, the ruined house seemed to have had a rewind button pressed on it. Broken stones and rubble flew through the air, and the Fireplace, walls, and ceiling were slowly restored.

Dumbledore looked toward the Magical Energy Field, a trace of interest appearing in his eyes. "A very magical display of magic... Is he actually gathering in the power of the Obscurus?"

"An eleven-year-old child, able to accomplish something so remarkable... It seems it isn't strange for the Book of Admittance to show an anomaly!"

Vizet didn't pay attention to what Dumbledore said. All his attention was on the Obscurus.

The power of the Obscurus was finally completely absorbed. Most of the power gathered at his chest, transforming into a black-and-red core.

Several Silver-Blue chains bound the core, and it kept beating like a heart.

Vizet could finally feel the existence of his body. He immediately reached out with both hands and gripped the core.

At that moment, the Obscurus Core merged into his body once more.

Dumbledore immediately noticed that the Black Mist in the Magical Energy Field had dispersed, and the thin boy fell from midair.

He immediately waved his Wand, and in an instant, all the Magical Energy Fields vanished like smoke.

A Phoenix the size of a swan suddenly appeared, steadily catching the boy.

Vizet felt the softness and warmth against his back, and a smile appeared on his face. "I did it!"

He blinked and found that the ruined building had already been completely repaired. "So this is magic? It's amazing!"

"Child, you did very well!" A kindly face came into view. "To be able to break free from such dangerous power, you're far more outstanding than most of the children I've met!"

Vizet asked instinctively, "Are you... Albus Dumbledore?"

"You know me?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised. "If you knew magic existed, why would you fear magic?"

Vizet came back to himself, turned his head to one side, and tried to cover it up. "When that strange man used me for experiments, he would occasionally curse your name..."

"Used you for experiments?" A trace of anger flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "So you've suffered a great deal. No wonder you hate magic. This isn't your fault."

"Child, I must explain something to you! You are an Obscurial. Today's accident may happen again, and you need to learn to control the Obscurus inside your body."

Following Dumbledore's words, Vizet asked, "What should I do?"

"Child, you need to enter Hogwarts to study. That is also the purpose of my trip." Dumbledore's gaze and tone were both extremely complicated.

He thought of something, and memories sealed away in dust were opened at that moment. Everything about Ariana surfaced before his eyes.

"We must not let innocent people be persecuted again! Such mistakes cannot continue to appear!" His tone was incomparably firm. "No matter what, they cannot! Child, you need to enter Hogwarts to study."

Having just transmigrated and then endured such a huge Change of Circumstances, Vizet only felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and could only barely hum in response.

Dumbledore naturally noticed this, and his tone became gentle again. "Child, sleep well for now! There won't be any more danger tonight!"

Vizet tried hard to nod, feeling even more exhausted.

For some reason, Dumbledore brought him an immense sense of safety, finally making him unable to withstand the drowsiness as he fell straight into a deep sleep.

"Poor child, sleep well!" Dumbledore noticed that Vizet's body was covered with wounds of various shapes.

"Looks as though the Hogwarts admission letter will have to be given to him a little later." He understood, of course, that these wounds had been caused by Dark Magic experiments.

He reached out with both hands and carefully lifted Vizet into his arms. "Fawkes, this child has endured far too much suffering!"

"Chirp!" Fawkes the Phoenix gave a soft cry, flapping his wings as he hovered in front of Vizet.

He looked at the wounds covering Vizet's body, his eyes already moist.

Pearl-like tears welled from his eyes one after another, sliding down his smooth feathers and falling onto Vizet.

Then something wondrous happened. The wounds on Vizet's body healed rapidly, without leaving even the faintest trace of a scar.

Color returned to Vizet's face, and even his tightly pressed lips curved into a faint smile.

Kingsley led a group of Wizards back into the room and asked in surprise, "Headmaster Dumbledore, has he really recovered?"

"Yes! He is a strong, gifted child!" Dumbledore said with a smile. "He needs to go to St. Mungo's for treatment. I'll have a talk with Cornelius."