Luna: "I am your family!"

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge returned to his office in a very bad mood.

Whether it was tonight's accident making him miss a lavish French dinner, or the contents of the latest issue of The Quibbler, both were reasons for his foul mood.

Facing Dumbledore, his tone was somewhat stiff. "Headmaster Dumbledore, after all that, what you want is to let an Obscurial enroll, correct?"

Dumbledore looked calm. "Yes. His name has appeared in the Book of Admittance. By tradition, enrollment is the inevitable result."

"Heh..." At the side, Lucius Malfoy let out a scoff and spoke in a low, drawling voice. "That is an Obscurial who has just caused a major accident."

"As a member of Hogwarts's board of governors, I must remind Headmaster Dumbledore of something... Hogwarts is not your private garden!"

"Of course I understand. I will ensure the child's safety." Dumbledore smiled. "He is very talented. We cannot smother that talent simply because he is an Obscurial."

"Is that so?" Lucius's voice turned cold. "How remarkable... How merciful! We cannot smother a child's talent..."

"Would you like some sugar in your tea?" Hearing Lucius's barbed tone, Fudge spoke up to ease the atmosphere. "If the Ministry of Magic wants to handle this matter, it may face protests from the parents."

Dumbledore replied, "I can help issue a statement on my end. I will ensure the child's safety."

"That is all?" Lucius's brows rose. "Adults... if they cannot fulfill their promises, they ought to pay some sort of price, shouldn't they?"

Dumbledore kept smiling. "If anything happens to this child, I am willing to accept an investigation by the Ministry of Magic."

"Aha! As loving as ever..." Lucius's tone remained sardonic. "Back then, that great oaf who was expelled for murder—you hid him in Hogwarts too..."

"Dumbledore, do you always enjoy seeking out dangerous individuals, then hiding them in the school? Have you ever truly cared about the other students? Are you truly still qualified to continue serving as headmaster?"

Dumbledore still maintained his smile. "Perhaps you could hold another vote? See if you can remove me from my post? Last time your reason was a fairy tale. What reason do you intend to use this time?"

At those words, Lucius pressed his lips together, his face turning even colder.

Faced with the still-severe atmosphere, Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On one side was the Ministry's patron; on the other was a headmaster of illustrious reputation. He did not want to offend either side.

He could only speak again. "Headmaster Dumbledore, for an Obscurial who has suffered so much, whether he can truly integrate into life in the magical world is also a question."

"How about this? Since term hasn't begun yet, the Ministry of Magic will conduct an assessment of this Obscurial. If he can integrate into a wizarding family, then we will approve his enrollment."

"Of course. That is a very necessary measure, and I believe in this child!" Dumbledore nodded. "I can arrange—"

"Shouldn't this matter be arranged by the Ministry of Magic?" Lucius cut Dumbledore off bluntly. "Or do you think... the entire magical world is your private garden?"

"Or has The Quibbler's speculation really come true... Are you that uncrowned king? The invisible minister of the English Ministry of Magic? Are you even unwilling to listen to Minister Fudge's decisions?"

This speech from Lucius instead made Fudge's face flush red.

Fudge shifted his gaze to the copy of The Quibbler on his desk, and once again thought of the outrageous article in that magazine.

He did not want to have to consult Dumbledore every time he made a decision.

After a full year in the minister's post, he felt it was time to spread his wings and stop being constrained by Dumbledore!

An idea had already formed in his mind, and he said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, leave the matter of finding a wizarding family to the Ministry of Magic!"

After seeing Lucius and Dumbledore off, Fudge sat alone in his chair, chewing gummies to ease his hunger.

After One Year in Office, When Will Puppet Minister Fudge Gain Real Power?

When he saw this issue of The Quibbler, even the sweet gummies felt like chewing erasers.

When he had first taken office, he had indeed lacked confidence and often written to Dumbledore for advice, ensuring that his decisions and methods of execution would not go wrong.

But that sort of thing could not be said out loud!

It was enough for everyone to understand it tacitly!

By dragging this matter into the open, wasn't The Quibbler slapping him in the face?

"I'm incapable, am I? The owls delivering letters to Hogwarts have all died of exhaustion, and if their corpses were pieced together, they could circle England twice, is that it?"

"Since you're making trouble for me, don't blame me! That Obscurial can go to your house! Let's see if you still have the energy to slander me!"

Fudge chewed the gummies with loud smacks, as if he were gnawing on the flesh of The Quibbler's editor-in-chief.

Pulling out a sheet of parchment, he wrote out a letter of appointment in a sweeping hand, assigning Xenophilius Lovegood to become the Obscurial's guardian.

Only after watching the letter of appointment turn into a paper airplane and leave the office did Fudge rub his belly and slump back in his chair.

"I wonder when Lucius will invite me to dinner again... That French bouillabaisse really was delicious!"

Wizet opened his eyes and found himself in a sunny hospital ward.

On the ceiling were rows of candles. The candles were encased in crystal bubbles, bobbing up and down against the ceiling.

He braced himself against the bed and slowly sat up, recalling everything that had happened earlier.

He had transmigrated, and possessed the power of an Obscurus.

Because of that dangerous dark magical power, he had almost been eliminated by wizards.

With the help of the Notebook Meditation Method, he had successfully imprisoned the Obscurus, and had even received Dumbledore's invitation to enroll...

So what exactly was going on with that notebook?

Just as he was about to dive into his mind and find out what was going on, he heard a faint rustling sound.

There was a girl not far away.

The girl was sitting by the window. Her profile was beautiful, a long, fine strand of pale-gold hair brushing gently past her ear.

Sunlight passed through the window, casting a warm halo over her face.

For some reason, when Wizet saw the girl, the whole world seemed to fall completely silent.

The girl stretched her hands toward the sunlight, overlapping them to form a shadow puppet.

It was the shadow of a rabbit. She simply watched it and smiled faintly.

Wizet did not know how long he watched. He only remembered the girl making all kinds of animals—rabbits, puppies, ducklings, swans, doves...

So long that the girl noticed him and came to the bedside, saying softly, "You're awake!"

The girl's voice was very unusual, ethereal and dazed, as if it were the murmur of someone sleepwalking, yet every word was especially clear.

With her eyes curved in a smile, she introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Luna, Luna Lovegood."

Luna had fair skin and a head of fluffy, pale-gold hair that fell to her waist.

Her faint eyebrows and pale silvery eyes were very distinctive, and her miniature carrot-like earrings were still swaying gently.

"Hello, my name is Wizet." Wizet looked around. There were two other beds nearby, but both were blocked by curtains, so he could not tell whether anyone was there.

He slowly asked, "Which hospital am I in?"

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." Luna blinked, seeming to recall something. "The Healer has already examined you. As long as you wake up, you can go home."

"Home? I think... I don't have a home... or any family..."

Wizet thought of his past life and this one, and felt an unexpected sense of consistency—he was an orphan in both.

In his past life, he had been a student who grew up in an orphanage, and his only thought had been to do his duty as a good student.

In this life...

His current goal seemed somewhat similar: to enter Hogwarts and study. This was something he had to do.

"Of course you have a home!" A lovely curve appeared at the corner of Luna's mouth. "I'm your family!"