Picking Up a Genius

"Hello... junior, why are you calling me junior? And this, this gentleman." Capen swallowed nervously.

But a voice inside his little heart was excitedly shouting: He's like me, he's one of my kind.

"Oh, no need to be so polite. My name is Sean Wallerup, just call me Sean. And by the way—yes, just like you thought." Capen watched as the handsome boy gracefully withdrew the small stick.

David and his gang of scoundrels were still floating in the sky, but strangely, they could only scream in terror and couldn't say anything else.

"Just like I thought? You... you can see my thoughts?!" Capen covered his mouth in horror.

Sean spread his hands. "In fact, it's obvious that I can read your mind without magic."

"Magic...you mean, my talent—is magic?" Capen immediately grasped the key word.

"Oh, you think that's talent?" Sean chuckled. "That saves me from having to explain it to you at length. I thought you'd hate that kind of power."

"But Dad told me I can't show it..."

Sean walked up to the other person. "This is indeed a big problem... Would you mind giving me your hand?"

Capen hesitated for a moment, glanced at the floating figures, and finally extended his hand.

Someone this powerful could do whatever they want to you, and you wouldn't be able to resist, right?

Sean grasped the other's hand and quickly sensed a familiar, faint strength.

He frowned slightly; sure enough, the Obscurus already in the process of forming.

Sean now has a good understanding of Obscurus. If the opponent's Obscurus is fully formed, he alone will absolutely not be able to separate it.

However, there is only one seed in the other person's body at present, and it is the kind that has not yet taken root. It shouldn't be a big problem if we spend some time.

Seeing Sean's expression, Capen became slightly nervous. He even regretted that he should have wiped his sweaty hands before reaching out.

After Sean frowned slightly, he became increasingly flustered, and finally couldn't help but stammer, "Sir, am I... am I not qualified enough?"

"Hmm? Why do you say that?" Sean smiled and let go of his hand.

"Sir, you mentioned junior... then that proves that people with this talent must have reached a certain scale, and have formed a teacher-student model, and even have schools? Then, then you must be an inspector or something here to check if I am qualified for admission—sir, did I fail? I, I think I am still young, and there is still room for growth." Capen rattled off a long string of words, his unease and longing impossible to conceal.

That's quite clever...

Sean had no interest in teasing children. He smiled slightly and said, "Actually, no. You and I are the same kind of people, wizards. That kind of magical talent is called magic, just like what you see and feel—and after you turn eleven, you will be eligible to attend the best School of Magic, Hogwarts."

The words "wizard" and "Hogwarts" made Capen's breathing become heavy, and he rubbed his hands together awkwardly and expectantly. "Really? Really?"

"Yes, but before that, there are a few issues that need to be resolved." Sean gestured towards the group of floating troublemakers. "How do you plan to deal with them?"

Capen's breathing became more rapid. He lowered his head, then raised it again after a while, his gaze intense.

"Mr. Wallop, may I do it myself?"

"Of course, please go ahead."

Capen gripped the wooden stick in his hand and walked towards the group of people step by step, his pace quickening.

"Bang!" Even Sean found it rather ruthless as he slammed the stick hard into the buttocks of David, the ringleader of the bad kids.

David let out a miserable groan, and tears streamed down his face involuntarily.

Capen struck twice more with his club, then did the same to his other henchmen.

Perhaps due to physical weakness, he gasped for breath after doing all this, then turned his back to Sean, his shoulders trembling.

Sean simply watched all of this silently, without saying a word.

After a while, Capen finally turned around.

He dropped the wooden stick, his face now clean of tears.

"Thank you, Mr. Wallop."

Sean raised an eyebrow with interest. "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it." Capen nodded seriously. "That's enough."

"If I'm not mistaken, they've been bullying you since you were a child."

"Yes, but not again... Mr. Wallop, please teach me magic!" Capen bowed deeply, his head almost touching his knees.

His maturity is unexpected, and there's no feigned pretense at all. Wow, it feels like I've struck gold...

Sean didn't say much. He nodded and then casually waved his wand.

Several naughty children, who were crying their eyes out, suddenly opened their eyes wide, and curved pig tails emerged from between their buttocks.

Capen watched all this in shock, then looked at Sean's wand with a mixture of curiosity and envy.

"This is called a magic wand. You'll get one when you enroll in school. By the way, do you know why I did this?"

Capen hesitated for a moment. He now regarded Sean as the person he needed to treat with the utmost care in the past decade. After a long while, he finally answered, "Because they made a mistake?"

"Smart, Capen. I'm punishing them not because you're a wizard and they're Muggle, but because they made a mistake, and mistakes must be punished." Sean led the little boy out of the alley.

Capen pondered for a while, then firmly remembered the sentence—whether wizard or Muggle, mistakes should be punished... By the way, what is Muggle? Someone who doesn't understand magic?

After stepping out of the alley, Capen glanced back and said with some concern, "Sir, are we just going to leave them in there like this?"

"Don't worry, they won't remember what happened today—and they'll probably be busy finding a hospital to get rid of their tails for the next year, so they shouldn't have a chance to bother you again."

As Sean spoke, he led Capen toward a small hill in the distance.

"Actually, you have another problem to solve, but it's not a big one. I'll come over often during this time and help you solve some problems as well—well, you should have some sense of it yourself, for example, when others bully you, you feel all sorts of negative emotions rising up, and the power inside you is a bit uncontrollable."

Listening to Sean's words, Capen was somewhat puzzled. "I am indeed very angry, but it doesn't seem like I have that uncontrollable feeling you're describing..."

Now it was Sean's turn to be surprised. Even though the Obscurus was not yet fully formed, the power of even a tiny seed far surpassed that of the little wizard.

It should be noted that only two Obscurial have lived past the age of ten: Aurelius and Daisy.

Sean's condition was a bit strange, so it didn't count.

"Tell me how you feel." Sean's interest was piqued even more now.

Capen hesitated for a moment, then looked down at his hands and muttered, "I've known since I was little that I'm different from David, but Dad said I can't reveal this power, or I'll be sent to jail..."

Sean raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How old were you? How old were you when you first felt it?"

Capen hesitated for a moment. "I felt it when I was very young... probably when I couldn't walk properly yet, I could make an apple on the table fly over if I wanted to... My dad cried and laughed when he found out, and then he told me from a young age not to show it in town..."

Could it be that I've stumbled upon a magical genius...?

"Give me your hand, let me take another look."

After another, more detailed examination, it was Sean's turn to be amazed.

He had been wondering why Capen, who had been bullied for so long and had been suppressing his magical power, only had a shallowly rooted Obscurus within him.

It now appears that Obscurus is partially restricted by powerful magic.

Yes, this child is only ten years old, but the Magic Power Source within him is terrifyingly large. Sean even suspects that many wizards do not have this much magical energy when they reach adulthood, and Capen still has a lot of room to grow.

I've really struck gold...

"You're a genius, if I'm not mistaken," Sean said bluntly.

"Huh?" Capen almost collapsed to his knees.

He was bullied by people who couldn't use magic since he was a child, and yet he was still a genius?

"I know it's hard for you to understand, but you'll figure it out yourself when you start learning systematically," Sean said, his hands behind his back.

Capen nodded, somewhat bewildered, wondering if all wizards liked to speak in such a profound and enigmatic way.

Sean pointed to a house in the distance. "You recognize that one, right?"

"Yes, it's Ms. Bathilda's house. I go there every three days to deliver groceries and such."

"Do me a favor. Go there once a day. I'll prepare the ingredients for you, and I'll also explain the situation to your father. If a cool-looking old man comes out and stares at you, don't be afraid. He won't hurt you," Sean instructed.

Capen took his words to heart and nodded vigorously.

"Oh, by the way, if that old man wants to teach you anything, don't hesitate, just learn boldly."

"Huh? Sir, didn't you say that one can only start learning magic at the age of eleven?"

"That's right... but wouldn't it be stupid not to take advantage of a good deal? Don't worry, it won't do you any harm." Sean smiled.

"Reach out your hand, and we can start solving the problem today..."

The next day, when Capen arrived carrying a large bag of things, he felt a little uneasy.

Although he was young, he was not stupid—anyone who could be treated like this by Mr. Wallop must also be a wizard.

No wonder he always felt something was off whenever he came to this courtyard...

Knock on the door, and Old Bathilda came over shakily and opened it.

"Oh, Capen, didn't you just deliver it yesterday?"

"Madam, a gentleman named Sean Wallerup asked me to bring you things every day. Shall I help you carry them in?" Capen said.

"Oh, oh, that boy Sean, he's such a thoughtful man—and you've had a good time too, little Capen," Old Bathilda said, trembling.

"Please don't stand on ceremony with me, madam."

After Capen had put everything away and was about to leave, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

It was that cool and handsome old man Mr. Wallop had mentioned... Capen immediately realized.

He remembered Sean's instructions and immediately stood up straight like a soldier undergoing training.

What a terrifying look! He looks far more frightening than the debonair Mr. Wallop...

"A boring little trick..." Capen heard the man say casually before walking back upstairs.

"Phew..." Capen carefully exhaled a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, said goodbye, and left the scene.

So scary... so scary...

Meanwhile, Sean was looking for someone.

He helped Capen not because of Young Grindelwald., but because he genuinely sensed the presence of the Obscurus and disliked the bullying bastards.

But having Capen deliver the items was indeed Sean's little scheme.

Grindelwald specifically mentioned the child's name, which indicates that he had been paying attention—he wanted to solve these problems, which were very simple, but he didn't.

This shows that Young Grindelwald. is very dissatisfied with the current state of the world.

Therefore, he needs to experience the changes in the world first...

Of course, this is just a small trick; the key is to help Young Grindelwald resolve that inner conflict.

Why did my future self imprison him, replace him, but fail to do better?

The key point, of course, lies with Old Grindelwald...

"Damn it, I can't find him. Could it be that he imprisoned himself to avoid the gaze of the World Will?" Sean muttered under his breath after searching the underground level of Newmontgard.

Although Old Grindelwald had lost his memory, he should have been able to figure it all out easily with his intelligence; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the Invisibility Cloak to cover himself.

The question is, where exactly did he hide himself?

The Invisibility Cloak was so big that it wouldn't be a problem to cover up the two people, one big and one small. Sean was planning to talk to Old Grindelwald under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

To his surprise, he searched for a long time in Newmontgard but couldn't find the other person.

Sean, having searched in vain, was about to return when he heard footsteps approaching from afar.

He waved his wand, and his figure disappeared into the surrounding environment.

The newcomer was a cold and elegant woman, Vita Rosier, the second headmaster of Newmontgard and a staunch confidante of the first headmaster.

Professor Rosier has become increasingly younger ever since Grindelwald announced his intention to create a new world. It seems like this professor still harbors feelings for Grindelwald... Sean muttered to himself.

Professor Rosier walked to the center of the corridor. She didn't look in Sean's direction, but she called out Sean's name directly.

"Sean, Lord Grindelwald informed me that I know you are here."

Huh? Sean was completely confused.

Rosier continued loudly, "He told me he's in a bind right now. But there are many situations that require his judgment, so—he's asking you to help."

"Huh...?!" Sean revealed himself.