Obscurus and Ancient Magic

Brain storage area. (I solemnly swear that I will take good care of it.)

"Where is this?"

Wizet looked around and found himself surrounded by a completely unfamiliar scene. A flicker of doubt rose in his heart.

Hadn't he been doing his final cram session before the exam?

How had he ended up here?

Broken stones, rubble, and debris were scattered all over the floor. Huge gashes had been torn through the ceiling and walls.

Not far away, most of the fireplace had been blown apart, and ash was still drifting through the air.

Clearly, this was not his room, but a ruin.

All of a sudden, a flood of strange memories surged in and poured into Wizet's mind.

The original body had been a test subject for a dark wizard, forced to undergo all kinds of inhuman Dark Magic experiments.

Through that process, the original body had endured too much pain and torment, developed an extreme fear of magic, and from it had derived a powerful Dark Magic force.

That was the dark wizards' goal. They had wanted to cultivate a controllable Obscurus, but had forgotten that those who played with fire would get burned.

The original body's Obscurus had actually erupted on its own without the slightest warning.

Not only had it destroyed this building, it had torn the dark wizard to pieces...

After digesting those memories, Wizet understood one thing—

He had actually transmigrated!

Transmigrated into the magical world of Harry Potter!

Unfortunately, he had never read the original Harry Potter books. He had only learned about names like Luna, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Voldemort, and Dumbledore, as well as a few glimpses of those characters, in an extremely one-sided way through some fan-edit videos.

As for the movies, he had only watched one spin-off film—Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

He did know more about that film.

It was the story of Newt Scamander's trip to New York. At the end, not only had the Thunderbird been released, Gellert Grindelwald had also been caught. From the looks of it, there would be sequels too. Unfortunately, he would no longer have the chance to watch them.

That film had described the Obscurus—a powerful yet difficult-to-control Dark Magic force.

And the form it presented was like black mist containing ash. So was he in that form right now?

The moment that thought arose, he felt his whole body suddenly become restless.

A burst of black mist shot out before his eyes. The black mist rapidly destroyed the wall in front of him, raising dust all over the air.

"Its power is actually that great!"

A surge of furious emotion suddenly appeared, spreading through Wizet's mind and giving rise to a wicked urge to destroy everything.

This was the drawback of the Obscurus.

Those who possessed an Obscurus were called Obscurials. Obscurials would be controlled by the Obscurus, lose control of their bodies, and be left only with an intense desire for destruction.

Obscurials had extremely short lifespans. Other than Credence in the movie, there seemed to be no Obscurials who had lived past the age of ten.

After being modified through various Dark Magic experiments, the original body's adaptability to magic had long since become different from that of ordinary people.

Together with the dark wizard's deliberate actions, it had caused the original body to hold on until eleven years old and still not die.

But Wizet could feel that this eruption was no small matter. The Obscurus was eroding his mind.

Once his consciousness was completely occupied by the Obscurus, he might become the fastest-dying transmigrator in history.

The notes left behind by the dark wizard!

All the various methods of restricting the Obscurus had been obtained by the dark wizard from a notebook.

Wizet had to find that notebook and use the knowledge inside to control the Obscurus. Only then could he keep himself alive.

He floated in midair. The dust on the ground was blown everywhere, barely allowing him to make out the debris scattered across the floor.

Just as he was carefully searching for the notebook, crisp "crack" sounds came through the air, and whirlpools appeared out of nowhere one after another.

It was Apparition!

The original body's Obscurus eruption had destroyed this place. It was only a matter of time before wizards arrived, but he had not expected them to move this quickly!

Edward Murphy had once said: anything that could go wrong would go wrong.

To wizards, an Obscurus was as dangerous as a savage flood or ferocious beast.

In the film Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, when MACUSA discovered the existence of the Obscurus, they also attacked immediately and eliminated Credence.

Four wizards appeared before Wizet. Things were heading in the worst possible direction.

They would not care whether Wizet could recover or not. One after another, they raised their wands and assumed attacking postures.

"It's an Obscurus! Have the Auror Office send people over! This isn't something we can deal with!"

The whirlpool rose again, and one person left this place to go back and notify the Auror Office.

The situation was still terrible. The remaining three looked incomparably nervous, beads of sweat the size of beans seeping from their foreheads.

"Protego Totalum!"

The three of them chanted the spell, and layer after layer of magical energy fields appeared, enveloping Wizet within.

"Merlin's beard! How many years has it been since an Obscurus appeared?"

"Are we just going to stand here and wait? Shouldn't we do something else?"

"Don't act rashly! Just keep the Obscurus contained! Wait for the Aurors to arrive, then attack together, so we don't cause any complications!"

The situation deteriorated further.

The three of them made their intentions perfectly clear.

They had trapped Wizet here and planned to wait until they had enough people, then destroy him in one fell swoop.

Wizet tried to communicate, but all he could produce was a howl like a gale sweeping past.

If he used the power of the Obscurus to break through the encirclement, the notebook would most likely be caught in the force and destroyed, and the Obscurus's erosion would accelerate as well.

There was only one path before him—

Find the notebook as quickly as possible, recover his normal state, and prove that he was not dangerous.

After searching for a while, his efforts finally paid off. A simple, ancient-looking notebook with a cowhide cover entered Wizet's field of vision.

What struck him as strangest was that a vortex was floating above the notebook—a silver-blue vortex spiraling upward.

The vortex seemed to sense his gaze and flew straight toward him.

The instant the vortex rose into the sky, the notebook turned to powder and disappeared.

Before Wizet could react, the speeding vortex drilled straight into his mind.

Wizard's Practical Guide

The notebook that had turned to powder revealed its name, appearing in his mind as it slowly opened to the first page.

A vast amount of knowledge entered his mind, gathering in his consciousness and forming wondrous words.

Guardian Meditation Method: enhanced affinity with magic... gathered uncontrollable negative emotions... collected, stored, sealed emotions... transformed them into ancient magical power...

In an instant, Wizet had mastered the meditation method, and he immediately began to meditate.

After entering a meditative state, everything around him became clear.

He could sense the Obscurus more completely, sense how extraordinary this power was...

His mind was like a massive vortex, absorbing, purifying, and transforming the power of the Obscurus...

Everything seemed to be developing in a positive direction.

However, Edward Murphy had also said: if something had the possibility of going wrong, no matter how small that possibility was, it would happen eventually.

With a dense series of crackling sounds, wizard after wizard stepped out of the vortex and surrounded Wizet completely.

"It really is an Obscurus!"

"The Statute of Secrecy has been in force for so long. Why would an Obscurus still appear?"

"Who cares! The urgent matter is to eliminate the Obscurus and stop it from causing more harm. Do it!"

The wizards present raised their wands. Magical light gathered at the tips, and powerful magic surged in all directions, sending dust flying once more.

The wizards' attack was imminent. For Wizet, this moment was undoubtedly the worst possible time.

Amid the swirling dust, a sheet of fire appeared out of thin air, and an old man stepped out from within.

The old man wore a purple robe trimmed with gold, with silver hair and a silver beard long enough to tuck into his belt. Behind his glasses, his bright blue eyes shone with spirit.

Every wizard present showed a look of surprise. "Headmaster Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"