Luna: "I am your family!"

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge returned to his office, and he was in a very bad mood.

Whether it was tonight's incident making him miss the lavish French dinner, or the contents of the latest issue of The Quibbler, both were reasons for his foul mood.

Facing Dumbledore, his tone was somewhat stiff. "Headmaster Dumbledore, after saying all that, you just want an Obscurial to enroll, correct?"

Dumbledore looked calm. "Yes! His name appeared in the Book of Admittance. By tradition, his enrollment is inevitable."

"Heh..." Lucius Malfoy sneered from the side, speaking in a low, drawn-out voice. "That is an Obscurial who has just caused a major incident."

"As a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, I must remind you, Headmaster Dumbledore... Hogwarts is not your private garden!"

"Of course I understand. I will ensure this child's safety." Dumbledore smiled. "He is very gifted. His talent should not be stifled simply because he is an Obscurial."

"Is that so?" Lucius's voice turned cold. "How remarkable... How compassionate! A child's talent must not be stifled..."

"Would you like some sugar in your tea?" Hearing Lucius's sarcastic tone, Fudge spoke up to ease the atmosphere. "If the Ministry of Magic handles this matter, we may face protests from the parents."

Dumbledore replied, "I can help issue a statement on my end. I will ensure this child's safety."

"And that is all?" Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Adults... if they cannot fulfill their promises, they must pay some sort of price, must they not?"

Dumbledore maintained his smile. "If anything happens to this child, I am willing to submit to an investigation by the Ministry of Magic."

"Aha! As caring as ever..." Lucius's tone remained dripping with sarcasm. "That big fool who was expelled for murder back then—you hid him in Hogwarts as well..."

"Dumbledore, do you simply enjoy finding dangerous individuals and hiding them away in the school? Have you ever truly cared about the other students? Are you still qualified to remain headmaster?"

Dumbledore continued smiling. "Perhaps you could hold another vote? See whether you can remove me from office? Last time, your reason was fairy tales. What reason do you intend to use this time?"

At those words, Lucius pressed his lips together, his face becoming even colder.

With the atmosphere still tense, Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On one side was the Ministry of Magic's financier; on the other was a highly renowned headmaster. He did not want to offend either of them.

He could only speak again. "Headmaster Dumbledore, for an Obscurial who has suffered so much, whether he can truly adapt to life in the Magical World is also a question."

"How about this! Since term has not begun yet, the Ministry of Magic will assess this Obscurial. If he can fit into a Wizarding Family, then his enrollment will be approved."

"Of course, no problem. This is a necessary measure, and I believe in this child!" Dumbledore nodded. "I can make arrangements on my end..."

"Should this not be arranged by the Ministry of Magic?" Lucius stiffly interrupted Dumbledore. "Or do you think... the entire Magical World is your private garden?"

"Or has The Quibbler's speculation truly come true... Are you that Uncrowned King? The Invisible Minister of the English Ministry of Magic? You are unwilling to even heed Minister Fudge's decisions?"

Lucius's words instead made Fudge flush red.

Fudge shifted his gaze to the copy of The Quibbler on his desk, recalling the absurd article in its pages.

He did not want to have to consult Dumbledore every time he made a decision.

Having served a full year as Minister, he felt it was time to spread his wings and no longer be constrained by Dumbledore!

An idea had already formed in his mind. He said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, leave the matter of finding a Wizarding Family to the Ministry of Magic!"

After seeing Lucius and Dumbledore off, Fudge sat alone in his chair, chewing gummy candy to ease his hunger.

"When will puppet Minister Fudge gain real power after taking office for a year?"

When he saw this issue of The Quibbler, even the sweet gummy candy tasted like wax.

At the beginning of his term, he truly had not been very confident. He often wrote to Dumbledore for advice, ensuring that his decisions and methods of execution would not go wrong.

But such things could not be spoken aloud!

It was enough that everyone understood it without saying so!

By bringing this matter into the open, was The Quibbler not slapping him in the face?

"So I have no ability, huh? The Owls delivering letters to Hogwarts have all been worked to death, and if their corpses were stitched together, they could circle England twice, huh?"

"Since you are causing trouble for me, then don't blame me! That Obscurial can go to your house! Let's see whether you still have the energy to slander me!"

Fudge smacked his lips as he chewed the gummy candy, as though he were gnawing on the flesh of The Quibbler's editor-in-chief.

Pulling out a sheet of Parchment, he wrote an appointment letter in sweeping strokes, appointing Xenophilius Lovegood as the Obscurial's guardian.

Only after watching the appointment letter turn into a Paper Airplane and leave the office did Fudge slump back into his chair, rubbing his stomach.

"I wonder when Lucius will invite me to a feast again... That French Bouillabaisse was truly delicious!"

Vizet opened his eyes and found himself in a sunlit hospital ward.

Candles lined the ceiling, each enclosed in a Crystal bubble, drifting up and down against the ceiling.

He braced himself on the Bed Board and slowly sat up, recalling everything that had happened earlier.

He had transmigrated and gained the power of an Obscurus.

Because of that dangerous Dark Magic power, he had nearly been destroyed by wizards.

With the help of Note Meditation, he had successfully imprisoned the Obscurus and even received an invitation from Dumbledore to enroll...

So what exactly was that notebook?

Just as he was about to delve into his mind and investigate, he heard a rustling sound.

There was a girl not far away.

The girl sat by the window. Her profile was lovely, a slender strand of pale golden hair brushing against her ear.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm halo across her face.

For some reason, when Vizet saw the girl, the whole world seemed to fall completely silent.

The girl held out her palms toward the sunlight, overlapping them to form a shadow puppet.

It was a rabbit. She watched the shadow with a faint smile.

Vizet did not know how long he watched. He only remembered the girl making all sorts of animals: rabbits, puppies, ducklings, swans, doves...

So long that the girl eventually noticed him and came over to the hospital bed, saying softly, "You're awake!"

The girl's voice was peculiar—ethereal and distant, like the murmurings of someone sleepwalking, yet every word was exceptionally clear.

Her smiling eyes curved as she introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Luna. Luna Lovegood."

Luna had fair skin and a head of fluffy, pale golden hair that reached her waist.

Her faint eyebrows and light silvery-white eyes were particularly distinctive, while her miniature carrot-shaped earrings swayed gently.

"Hello, my name is Vizet." Vizet looked around. There were two more hospital beds beside him, but both were hidden behind curtains, making it impossible to tell whether anyone was there.

He slowly asked, "Which hospital am I in?"

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." Luna blinked, seeming to recall something. "The Healer has already examined you. As long as you wake up, you can go home."

"Home? I seem to... not have a home... nor any family..."

Vizet thought of both his past and present lives and felt an unexpected sense of consistency—he had been an orphan in both.

In his previous life, he had been a student raised in a welfare institution, with his only aspiration being to fulfill his duty as a student.

In this life...

His current goal seemed somewhat similar: to enter Hogwarts and study there. It was something he had to do.

"Of course you have a home!" A lovely curve appeared at Luna's lips. "I'm your family!"