Old Dumbledore, If You Want to Have Children

Old Dumbledore said nothing. He merely lowered his head in silence, remaining quiet for a long while.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice considerably. "If you know something, you should tell us so we can use it as a reference."

"..."

Old Dumbledore let out a deep sigh, removed his half-moon glasses, and somewhat feebly tossed them onto the desk before rubbing his eye sockets.

"I don't know what it is..."

Dumbledore's voice sounded somewhat hoarse. With his head bowed, no one could see his expression, but his entire being radiated a profound sorrow.

"Of course, I've seen it. I've seen it too many times. I know it far too well."

As he spoke, he gave a soft laugh, one filled with bitterness.

Old Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Professor McGonagall and Anton. "When a mother carries a child, black threads like these exist between her and the child. When a person's soul is injured, such black threads can also be seen within the cracks..."

"Of course, those are merely subtle observations. I have seen the complete version."

He pursed his lips and smiled wistfully. At last, he calmed himself. "The Dumbledore family has a curse!"

Anton and Professor McGonagall immediately widened their eyes, not understanding why Dumbledore had suddenly brought this up.

"Mm..."

Old Dumbledore's expression was as calm as the Black Lake. His aged fingers unconsciously spun the strange ring in his hand at great speed. "It is not a curse placed upon the Dumbledore family by some wizard. It is, in fact, what happens when Pureblood families intermarry generation after generation, eventually reaching the end of the road."

"The descendants of the Dumbledore family are especially prone to becoming Obscurials."

"We are exceptionally sensitive to magic. Originally, that was a good thing, as it