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Whatever Auroro was, since she had slipped into the ring of her own accord, Anton could relax for the time being.

This was an Alchemy creation made by Old Dumbledore. He had stored both his sister's and nephew's Obscuruses inside the ring, which showed that he would never make a storage item that allowed whatever was inside to escape so easily.

An Obscurus's destructive power was absolutely terrifying, even far beyond that of a Fire Dragon.

Anton went to Dumbledore again and asked about the identity of the Obscurus he had given him. Old Dumbledore could not answer right away, but he still helped write a letter to ask around.

He did not say whom he was asking. Anton guessed it might be Newt.

After all, the common understanding in the Wizarding World was that wizards with special forms, such as Werewolves or Obscuruses, no longer counted as human and should be classified as magical creatures.

Magical creatures, in other words, were Fantastic Beasts—the field studied by Magizoologists like Newt.

Auroro's appearance was like a small ripple in life. Anton often encountered such little ripples on his path of magical research, and he had long since grown used to them.

The world of magic was strange and wondrous. All sorts of inexplicable things and situations could occur.

Time Magic, Fate Magic, Heart Magic, Destiny Magic...

Once one plunged into those various extraordinary fields, what one saw was all the kind of bizarre things ordinary people found hard to accept.

Even Magizoologists who seemed normal, whether Newt or Hagrid, were still beyond the understanding of most wizards.

Wizard is God, and wizards were also madmen.

That was Anton's realization.

Anton sorted through the research he needed to do.

There were two matters of greatest importance.

The first was writing a textbook