An hour earlier, at the break of dawn, inside St Mungo's Hospital.
The quiet intensive care isolation ward had its thick curtains drawn. Only a faint sliver of sunlight seeped through the gap, leaving the entire room shrouded in darkness.
This ward was larger than an ordinary one. A room that could normally hold three beds contained only two. On the left and right lay a battered black-haired boy and a blonde girl with burns across much of her body.
The vital monitors at the heads of the two beds emitted slow, beeping alarms, echoing alternately through the deathly quiet ward.
The two injured children were still unconscious, but fortunately, their conditions had finally stabilized somewhat. Though their injuries remained severe, their lives had at least been saved for the time being.
This deathly atmosphere was broken only when someone entered the ward. Dumbledore, wearing a purple robe embroidered with stars and moons, exchanged a few brief words with the Auror guarding the door before solemnly pushing it open and walking inside.
The white-haired old man softened his footsteps as he approached Harry Potter's bed. He took his hand, closed his eyes, and carefully examined the magic within his body.
Seeing that the Protection Magic on Harry's body was still intact, Dumbledore sighed in relief. He tucked Harry's blanket around him, let out a sigh, then slowly walked over to Mia's bed.
Dumbledore stared somewhat dazedly at the wounded little Obscurial before him as memories of the past flooded into his mind. Who could have imagined that such a frail little girl had blown apart two streets and sent the famous Harry Potter into intensive care?
Dumbledore had dealt with quite a few Obscurials in his life. Two of them had even been members of his family, and neither of