Dumbledore's Care

Seeing Wizet trapped inside the magical energy field, Dumbledore looked slightly surprised and gently waved his wand.

An even sturdier magical energy field appeared, completely enclosing the spot where Wizet was.

In the state of meditation, Wizet could sense that the magic contained in this magical energy field had already far surpassed the previous ones.

"It seems I've come at a bad time?" Dumbledore looked around, noticing the mess strewn everywhere.

"A new student's name and address appeared in the Book of Admittance. Minerva asked me to come and confirm it."

"A new student's name and address..." The tall, bald Black wizard stepped forward. "Headmaster Dumbledore, you came here to look for a soon-to-be-enrolled new student?"

"Yes!" Dumbledore nodded lightly. "If the Book of Admittance has not made a mistake, then this new student of Hogwarts should be the child before us."

In Wizet's eyes, Dumbledore had arrived at exactly the right time.

Not only had he helped stall for time, allowing him to keep absorbing the Obscurus, he had also brought a piece of news—he could enter Hogwarts to study.

In Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, a question like this had once appeared: which was the best school of magic in the world?

The answer given by the protagonist Newt was the Hogwarts that Dumbledore had mentioned.

In the film, Newt's performance had still been very impressive, which could be considered indirect proof of that answer.

As a student, if Wizet had the chance to study magic, he naturally wanted to choose the best school.

He still could not speak directly right now. Dumbledore only needed to stall for a little more time, and he would be able to use the meditation method to absorb the Obscurus and return to normal.

The Black wizard revealed a troubled expression. "Headmaster Dumbledore, if he's a new student enrolling this year, that means he's already over ten..."

"Obscurials rarely live past ten. I think you should be clear on that. Perhaps the address was mistaken? No matter how you look at it, this Obscurial has already lost control."

Dumbledore's gaze swept over everyone. He understood what these wizards were worried about.

"Kingsley, I understand your difficulties." His tone was calm. "But there are always exceptions, aren't there? Among the Obscurials I've seen, more than one was older than ten."

"Why not give me and this child a few more minutes? If he loses control, I will bear the consequences... As for Cornelius, I will also give him an explanation."

With things said to this point, Kingsley naturally had no reason to refuse. "All right! We'll repair this place within ten minutes, then go and erase the memories of the nearby Muggles."

Dumbledore smiled. "That would be wonderful! Thank you for your help!"

Kingsley led the group of wizards and began handling the aftermath.

With their joint efforts, the ruined house seemed to have had a rewind button pressed. Broken stones and rubble flew through the air, and the fireplace, walls, and ceiling were slowly restored.

Dumbledore looked toward the magical energy field, a hint of intrigue appearing in his eyes. "A very magical manifestation of magic... It's actually gathering in the power of the Obscurus?"

"An eleven-year-old child, able to do something this remarkable... It seems it isn't strange that the Book of Admittance would show an anomaly!"

Wizet did not pay attention to what Dumbledore said. All of his focus was on the Obscurus.

The power of the Obscurus was finally absorbed completely. Most of the power gathered at his chest, turning into a black-and-red core.

Several silver-blue chains bound the core, and it beat continuously like a heart.

Wizet could finally feel the existence of his body. He immediately reached out with both hands and grasped the core.

At that moment, the Obscurus core fused into his body once more.

Dumbledore immediately noticed that the black mist in the magical energy field had dispersed, and a thin boy was falling from midair.

The boy had a head of dull black hair, and in those deep black eyes, there was a trace of release, as if he had been set free.

Dumbledore immediately waved his wand. In an instant, the magical energy field vanished completely like smoke.

A swan-sized phoenix suddenly appeared and steadily caught the boy.

Wizet felt the softness and warmth behind him, and a smile could not help appearing on his face. "I did it!"

He blinked and discovered that this ruin-like building had already been completely repaired. "So this is magic? It's amazing!"

"Child, you did very well!" A kindly face came into view. "To be able to break free from such dangerous power, you are far more outstanding than most children I have met!"

Wizet asked instinctively, "Are you... Albus Dumbledore?"

"You know me?" Dumbledore looked slightly surprised. "If you know magic exists, why would you fear magic?"

Wizet came back to his senses, turned his head to one side, and tried to cover for himself. "When that strange man used me for experiments, he would occasionally curse your name..."

"Used you for experiments?" A flash of anger passed through Dumbledore's eyes. "It seems you suffered a great deal. No wonder you detest magic. This is not your fault."

"Child, I must explain something to you! You are an Obscurial. Today's accident may happen again, and you need to learn to control the Obscurus inside your body."

Following Dumbledore's words, Wizet asked, "What should I do?"

"Child, you need to enter Hogwarts to study. That is also the purpose of my visit." Dumbledore's gaze and tone were both extremely complicated.

He seemed to recall something. Dust-covered memories opened at this moment, and everything related to Ariana surfaced before his eyes.

"We cannot let innocent people suffer persecution again! Such mistakes cannot continue to happen!" His tone was incomparably firm. "No matter what, they cannot! Child, you need to enter Hogwarts to study."

Having gone through such a huge upheaval right after transmigrating, Wizet only felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. He could barely hum in response.

Dumbledore naturally noticed this, and his tone became gentle again. "Child, have a good sleep first. No more danger will appear tonight."

Wizet tried hard to nod, feeling even more exhausted.

For some reason, Dumbledore brought him an immense sense of security, finally leaving him unable to resist his drowsiness. He fell straight into a deep sleep.

"Poor child. Sleep well." Dumbledore noticed the wounds of all shapes and sizes covering Wizet's body.

"It seems his Hogwarts acceptance letter will have to be delivered to him a little later." He naturally understood that these wounds had been caused by experiments in dark magic.

He reached out with both hands and carefully picked Wizet up. "Fawkes, this child has endured too much suffering!"

"Chirp!" Fawkes the phoenix gave a soft cry, flapping his wings as he hovered in front of Wizet.

He looked at the wounds on Wizet's body, his eyes already moist.

Pearl-like tears spilled from his eyes, dripping down along his smooth feathers and scattering over Wizet's body.

Something miraculous happened. The wounds on Wizet's body healed rapidly, without leaving even the slightest scar behind.

Wizet's complexion also turned rosy, and even his originally pursed lips curved into a faint smile.

Kingsley led a group of wizards back into the room and asked in surprise, "Headmaster Dumbledore, has he really recovered?"

"Yes! He is a strong, gifted child!" Dumbledore said with a smile. "He needs to go to St. Mungo's for treatment. I will go have a talk with Cornelius."