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The clear, melodious Phoenix Song the phoenix drowned out the pungent, burnt smell from the lakeshore.

Golden-red flames pierced the thick fog above the Black Lake, rapidly approaching from the horizon.

On the pebble beach, Gavin subtly moved his left foot half an inch to the side and back.

This position was just enough to keep him away from Elizabeth, preventing him from being sandwiched between two adult wizards.

At the same time, his right hand was tucked into the wide Slytherin sleeve, his fingertips firmly gripping the handle of the Hawthorn Wand.

Elizabeth, leaning against the broken wall, caught a glimpse of his posture and raised an eyebrow:

"You seem very cautious?"

Gavin's gaze remained fixed on the approaching firelight in the night sky, without turning his head.

"It's hard not to be cautious when facing the White Wizard."

"White... Demon King?... That's not entirely wrong."

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head.

"However, there's really no need for that; you'll understand soon enough."

She paused, a strange helplessness in her tone.

"He's a very good person... too good, really."

Gavin didn't respond, nor did he lower his guard in the slightest because of her guarantee; he only believed what he saw.

The moment the words left his mouth, the golden-red flames vanished abruptly at the edge of the pebble beach.

Fawkes released its claws and landed on a half-collapsed retaining wall stone, folding its wings.

Albus Dumbledore stood before the pebbly beach, his long, silvery hair and beard fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

The old man didn't speak immediately. His gaze, behind his Half-moon Spectacles, swept over the charred bottom of the glass pit, and the air on the lakeshore seemed to freeze at that moment.

Gavin stood three steps away, his gaze gradually turning cold.

He remembered the two years of beatings Gavin had endured at this school, the nearly frozen Empty Classroom in the West Tower last winter, and the promise he had just made to the child in his Consciousness Space.

Beneath the wide sleeves of his Black Robes, a wisp of thick, black liquid Obscurus wrapped around his left index finger, the black light flickering faintly between his fingers.

The thick thunderclouds high in the sky, which had not yet dissipated, seemed to sense the force field rising from the ground, and emitted a low, oppressive rumble overhead.

Across the smoking, scorched earth, an old man and a young man faced each other from afar, their chilling auras clashing in the night wind, even the sound of the Black Lake lapping against the shore seemed to pause for a moment.

It seemed that with just the slightest movement of either party's fingertips, the raging Magic would instantly overturn the entire lakeshore.

In the suffocating silence, Dumbledore's gaze finally settled on Gavin.

The old man's expression became extremely serious, and he spoke in a deep voice:

Mr. Gu.

"Dumbledore."

Gavin's gaze was sharp as a knife, and he coldly interrupted him, meeting his eyes directly:

"You still dare--"

Before he could finish speaking, the white wizard opposite him suddenly shook his head with a sorrowful expression and sighed heavily.

The murderous intent that had been building up to its peak in the air was abruptly halted in mid-air.

Gavin's fingers, which were gripping his Wand, paused, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"... What's wrong?"

Is there a pre-match trash talk segment?

Dumbledore looked at him and spoke in a gentle tone, full of an elder's sorrow and comfort:

I've heard about what happened between you and Miss Granger.

"... ha?"

Gavin was stunned; his hand, which was holding the Wand, froze completely inside his sleeve.

Dumbledore looked at him kindly and spoke earnestly:

Sometimes, letting go is also a form of love.

A cold lake breeze swept across the charred, rubble-covered pit, stirring up a few grains of sand.

Gavin opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't find the words to say.

Before he could react, Dumbledore had already raised his right hand and gently waved his Wand at the distant boulder bunker.

The two broken stones that sealed the gap slid away silently, and the "Muffliato" effect attached to the crack in the stone disappeared. A soft, silvery-white halo fell into the stone niche, stabilizing the injuries of the two people inside.

Inside the niche, Draco and Hermione, covered in blood, were huddled together, clearly unconscious.

But their two hands, covered in abrasions, still clenched tightly together.

Upon seeing the scene inside the niche, Dumbledore's serious expression instantly melted away, replaced by a joyful relief.

"What a touching scene."

The old man pushed up his Half-moon Spectacles, his eyes crinkling with laughter, and he sighed sincerely at the air:

"The millennia-old prejudice between Slytherin and Gryffindor is utterly insignificant in the face of the sincere feelings of the younger generation. Having shared life and death tonight, I think Mr. Malfoy has finally learned how to honestly face his own feelings..."

No?

My "Black and White Dual-Core Overclocked Ship-Slaying Annihilation Boundary-Breaking Heavenly Punishment Judgment Blade" is all ready, and this is all you've got?

Is that correct?

Hurried footsteps came from the corner of the trail on the hillside above. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey had finally made it down the landslide-stricken section.

Hearing the noise, Elizabeth pressed her Wand against her collarbone, pulled up the hood of her dark gray robe again, and casually added a layer of dim light to obscure her long, silver-gold hair that had slipped down.

Dumbledore greeted them with a smile, taking half a step forward to ask Madam Pomfrey to use a floating stretcher to take the two exhausted children back to the Hospital Wing, adding a kind reminder:

"Poppy, if possible, we could put their beds next to each other. I think the first thing they'll see when they wake up will help them recover faster."

Madam Pomfrey's lips twitched. Ignoring the headmaster's ramblings, she turned and handed "Professor Vale" a bottle of Essence of Dittany. Then, she and Professor McGonagall escorted the two stretchers away in a hurry.

The pebble beach fell silent again, leaving only the three of them.

Gavin stood there, staring blankly at the white-bearded old man who was still watching the stretcher disappear into the distance with a maternal smile for two seconds, then slowly turned his head and asked Elizabeth beside him in a low voice:

Are you sure this is Dumbledore?

His eyes were filled with genuine doubt:

"Wasn't it some mentally unstable Dark Wizard who drank Polyjuice Potion and was in disguise?"

Elizabeth pulled down her hood, poured some Essence of Dittany onto her left shoulder, and shrugged helplessly at him.

"That's just how he is. Don't worry, it's him. He's been like this ever since I was still studying at Hogwarts."

She paused, her tone revealing the weariness of someone who had been through it all:

"Back when my husband and I were in school, we had a few words exchanged, and he locked me in an Empty Classroom for an entire afternoon."

"Tell us to have love."

Did things develop into love?

Gavin's eye twitched; he was still somewhat skeptical.

What if this fake even fooled Elizabeth? Or is this old fox deliberately feigning madness to lower my guard?

Maybe--

Could you use Legilimency check?

He had never used this spell on Dumbledore before, out of politeness and respect.

However, the situation remains unclear.

Besides, we've already bumped into them, so let them be offended.

Even if triggering the opponent's Occlumency and provoking a counterattack, it's still necessary to probe the White Wizard's capabilities first.

This is how you decide on your next strategy.

Gavin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he silently mobilized a wisp of his mental energy, using Legilimency on Dumbledore as he followed his gaze.

However, his spiritual perception had just emerged from between his eyebrows, and before it could even be truly extended, he froze.

A normal wizard's brain is like a house with its doors and windows tightly closed. To see the furnishings inside, you usually have to pick the lock first and then stick your head in to take a look.

Occlumency are like installing a titanium alloy Security Door.

But the Dumbledore before him made absolutely no attempt to conceal his true intentions.

The old man's brain was like a house with its front door wide open and all the windows on all four walls propped open.

Gavin was like a passerby walking down the street; without even stopping, he looked through the open window and saw everything inside the house.

There was absolutely no elaborate scheme targeting foreign souls, nor any ambush to trap and annihilate them.

The room was filled with his earlier thoughts of shipping couples.

Needless to say, Draco and Hermione, who had just been carried away, were also neatly arranged next to them were Harley and Ron's childhood friends from the Great Hall, as well as the scene of Neville and Ginny blushing as they picked up books in the corridor last time.

Immediately afterward, Dumbledore glanced down at Bellatrix's charred corpse at the bottom of the pit, and naturally thought of informing Sirius, the Head of the Auror Office, and then of Snape.

The next second, an extremely serious thought drifted out from that open window:

"Speaking of which, Sirius and Severus are still not married, and they don't even have girlfriends."

"They both clearly Harley so much."

"How wonderful it would be if we could put aside our past prejudices, come together as a family, and take care of Harley together..."

Smack

Gavin shut down his mental perception without any expression.

No wonder it's not protected against Legilimency; the brain itself has a backlash effect.

If you're going to ship a couple, do it in a positive way.

Shipping couples can be niche, it can be mainstream, and if all else fails, you can always go for something unconventional, but this is ridiculously bizarre!

The night wind blew across the pebble beach, Gavin stood there blankly, a last vestige of doubt still lingering in his mind—

Can such a brain circuit structure really grow inside the skull of a normal human?

Is this guy really Dumbledore?

The most powerful White Wizard of this century?

Just then, Dumbledore, who was opposite him, seemed to feel that the night breeze by the lake was a bit chilly, and casually took a handkerchief pouch out of his Robes pocket.

The old man opened his handkerchief, and inside lay a large, multicolored sugar brick—made from Sherbet Lemon, toffee, and Cockroach Clusters that had then reformed.

The surface was still completely covered with a layer of pure white sugar icing three fingers thick, and the viscous honey syrup stretched into long strands. Several cockroach antennae covered with crystallized white sugar were still trembling on the outside of the sugar icing.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up. He broke off half of the Cockroach Clusters covered in thick icing and tossed it into his mouth, happily squinting his eyes as he chewed it a couple of times. He then enthusiastically offered the remaining half to Gavin.

"It's chilly at night, want something to warm you up?"

Gavin glanced down at the high-concentration sugar brick that could give a normal person diabetes on the spot just by looking at it, then looked up at the old man whose beard was covered in sugar frost.

A moment later, he silently released his right hand, which was holding the Wand in his sleeve.

Okay, no need to test anymore.

This is absolutely Dumbledore himself.

Apart from Dumbledore, there isn't a single carbon-based life form in the entire universe that could swallow this stuff without batting an eye.

"No need, thank you. I want to live a couple more years."

Gavin waved his hand expressionlessly, refusing the lethal dose of sweet, and pointed to the charred bottom of the pit:

"Also, Professor, there's a body on the ground."

"Oh, I see."

Dumbledore retracted his handkerchief, casually stuffing the remaining half of the candy into his own mouth, and looked down at the completely charred body at the bottom of the pit:

"You killed her?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore stared at the bottom of the pit for two seconds, confirming that the mad dog of Azkaban was completely dead.

The old man didn't scold him; instead, he gently shook his head and let out a heartfelt sigh of regret.

"Sigh... Bellatrix, in the end, she's a pitiful person too."

Gavin's eye twitched suddenly.

No, this crazy woman just beat two of your students half to death, and twelve years ago she tortured the Potters and sent them to St. Mungo's's. You call her a pitiful person?

Before Gavin could speak, Dumbledore, with a sigh, continued:

"When she was young, she gave Tom her whole heart, but unfortunately Tom never knew how to love someone. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she fell in love with a heartless man; it was destined to be a tragedy from the start..."

Gavin stared at him blankly, only one thought in his mind—

This thing is beyond saving.

Elizabeth, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't bear it any longer and raised her hand to press her temples, directly interrupting the principal's analysis of the tragedy of unrequited love:

"Albus, stop lamenting Bellatrix's love life. We need to talk about the Time Hall accident."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Dumbledore, then snapped out of his regret and turned his gaze back to Gavin's face.

"Is he the person you're looking for?"

Elizabeth nodded:

"It's him. I need to borrow the Fireplace in your office to transfer the Anchoring Artifact from the Time Hall; we can't cast spells here."

Dumbledore's expression finally turned serious. He looked down at the boy's left hand, which hung limply at his side, its knuckles gleaming with a deathly gray-black aura, and asked gently:

"What about the original Mr. Gu? Is he alright?"

"He won't die."

Gavin looked away and replied calmly:

"Perfect timing, I also have something to settle with you."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, but didn't immediately press for details. He simply waved his staff, summoning a silver phoenix that flew to the castle to inform the Aurors to take over the situation. Then he turned and gestured for the two to follow.

"It's too windy here, let's go to the office and talk properly."

The three of them returned to the castle along the damp stone steps, walked up the quiet corridor, and stepped onto the stone floor of the Seventh Floor.

Just as Gavin reached the vicinity of the Tapestry Troll Beating Barnabas the Barmy, deep within his Consciousness Space, still scratching his head and Gavin the meaning of "seeking justice," he curiously peeked out, about to get a clear look at the Tapestry in the corridor.

Gavin suddenly stopped.

"Wait a minute, I need to use the restroom."

The moment the words left his mouth, before Gavin could even see his surroundings in the corridor, Gavin mentally pointed and swiftly knocked the still-conscious Gavin unconscious with a single finger.

In the corridor, Dumbledore had just turned around to point the way when he saw the black-haired boy walk straight to the blank stone wall opposite the Tapestry, and walk back and forth three times with his head down.

A finely crafted Oak door silently emerged from the smooth stone wall.

Gavin reached out and opened the door a crack.

Inside, the lights were soft, and a row of gleaming marble washbasins, polished brass faucets, and several exquisitely designed gilded chamber pots on a shelf in the corner were clearly visible.

How come I never knew there was Lavatory here?

Elizabeth paused for a moment, then turned to look at the headmaster beside her.

Did you know?

Dumbledore's eyes behind his Half-moon Spectacles now lit up.

The old man, far from suspecting anything, happily peeked through the crack in the door, a look of sudden realization spreading across his face:

"I do remember it. A few years ago, one morning at 5:30, I got up and went the wrong way when I was looking for the Lavatory, and I accidentally wandered into this room."

Dumbledore glanced down at the stone pavement where Gavin had just been pacing, and thoughtfully stroked his white beard:

"Later, I came back several times to look for it, but it never appeared again. I originally thought it would only open the door at 5:30 in the morning, or when the person looking for it couldn't stand it anymore... So it turns out you have to walk along the wall three times?"

The old man sighed sincerely:

"Ideally, there should be one of these Lavatory on each floor."

Elizabeth: "..."

Gavin's lips twitched, but he stepped inside without changing his expression and closed the door behind him.

The flame in the corridor wall lamp flickered hundreds of times before the Oak door was opened again.

Dumbledore smiled gently. "Are you in trouble, sir? If so, I have a remedy—"

No, everything is 'going smoothly'.

Gavin interrupted him expressionlessly, shook the water droplets off his hands, dried his fingers with the corner of his robe, and came out.

The wooden door behind him quietly merged back into the stone wall, disappearing without a trace.

He caught up with the two again and continued walking towards the crouching, dripping Gargoyle at the end of the corridor.

After walking a dozen or so steps, Gavin finally woke up groggily in his Consciousness Space, clutching the back of his head, his voice full of confusion:

"Gai-ge, why did you knock me out?"

Gavin didn't even pause for a moment, calmly replying in his mind:

You even watch me when I go to the toilet?

Gavin sat by the Alaya Consciousness River for several seconds, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"But... isn't this my body?"

Gavin mentally retorted righteously:

"Just because the house is yours doesn't mean you can join your tenants in using the toilet."

Gavin thought for a moment and whispered a reminder:

"But you're using the landlord's ass."

"..."

Gavin, his face dark, cut off the telepathic call, looked up at Dumbledore beside him, and abruptly and irritably changed the subject:

"Are we there yet? Hurry up."

Dumbledore paused, innocently pointing to the blank stone wall behind him, then to himself:

"Mr. Gu, didn't you go to the restroom just now? You can't blame me for that, can you?"

Gavin stopped in front of the gargoyle-shaped Gargoyle, looking down at his nose and pretending not to hear the words.

Dumbledore rubbed his nose helplessly, turned around and read aloud to the Gargoyle:

"Sherbet Lemon."

The Gargoyle remained crouched in place, completely still.

Dumbledore slapped his forehead. "Oh, my memory! I just changed it last night— 'Ginny and Neville are real.'"

The Gargoyle leaped away in response.

"..."

Gavin suddenly lost the will to live.

This world--

It's absolutely awful.

The three of them stepped onto the automatically rotating stone steps and pushed open the door to enter the circular Headmaster's Office on the Seventh Floor.

As Gavin gaze instinctively swept over the furnishings inside.

On the large Oak desk lay a piece of parchment with Parchment still wet, and next to it, on an envelope, was neatly written "Gellert Grindelwald".

With Gavin's eyesight, he didn't even need to get close; the first few lines of elegant, flowing calligraphy on the letter were already strikingly clear.

[Dear Gellert:]

[Whenever I think of you, the summer Godric's Hollow come to mind. The distance between us is shattering my soul; time and experiences without you mean nothing to me.]

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I've ever done in my life...

Gavin paused, nearly twisting his back. He suddenly realized that the three-finger-thick Cockroach Clusters by the Black Lake was practically a low-sugar health food compared to this letter.

Dumbledore stepped forward and, with an utterly natural expression, gathered the letter—enough to send shivers down one's spine—into a drawer. He then walked to the Fireplace and, with a flick of his cane, activated the directional teleportation access from this office to the Department of Mysteries.

Gavin stared at the closed drawer, finally unable to resist, and lowered his voice to ask Elizabeth beside him:

"Is Dumbledore in your world always this ill?"

Elizabeth glanced at the figure by the Fireplace and said helplessly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Ever since he failed to keep Grindelwald when he was young due to a misunderstanding, and later had to personally imprison him in Nurmengard, he has been unable to bear seeing any two people miss each other because of a misunderstanding for the past fifty years."

Gavin: "..."

The case is solved.

He said that in this world's Hogwarts, from the faculty seating area to the student Long Tables, everyone was caught up in a melodramatic soap opera-style romance, and it turns out the biggest source of infection was sitting on the Seventh Floor.

Elizabeth then went to the Fireplace, grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder, and threw it into the fire. Using the Department of Mysteries' internal code, she contacted the Time Hall on the ninth basement level, ordering Professor Croaker to immediately send over the Anchoring Artifact needed for the safe separation.

While waiting for the magical artifact to arrive, Dumbledore returned to his high-backed chair, poured each of them a cup of hot tea, and then looked at the black-haired boy opposite him:

"So, what exactly are you—"

Albus Dumbledore!

Gavin interrupted him abruptly.

"Huh?" Dumbledore was immediately stunned.

He suddenly felt like he was being called on by a professor back in school.

"As a principal, don't you think you've failed in your duty terribly?!"

Gavin's voice was calm and cold, his gaze like a sharp sword shooting straight at his opponent.

Dumbledore was holding the teapot, froze in mid-air.

After a long silence, the old man put down the teapot, his usual kind smile fading from his face. He pondered his recent actions for a moment before cautiously speaking:

Which thing are you referring to? I seem to have been thinking lately—

"The original owner of this body was beaten up at your school for two years, and you just stood by and did nothing? Do you think that's appropriate?"

Gavin had made up his mind; whether this Dumbledore was real or an imposter, he was determined to get justice for Gavin.

At worst, we can just pay each other out.

Old Deng! Take this "Yin Yang Double Vortex Final High Frequency Overclocking Silent Slash"!

However, upon hearing this, Dumbledore's brows furrowed sharply, and a genuine look of astonishment flashed in his eyes:

"Two years?... How could it be two years? When Gavin first entered Slytherin, I specifically asked Severus to keep an eye on him because he was the only Muggle-born in Slytherin. Later, when I inquired about it, Severus said he had already warned the other students, and they certainly weren't in the corridors..."

Halfway through his Gavin, Dumbledore's voice slowed down as he met Gavin's cold, fixed gaze.

He discovered that things weren't as simple as he had imagined.

"So, you only asked Snape?" Gavin asked.

"... yes."

Hehe.

Gavin rolled his eyes inwardly.

It's better to hope that Goyle will have a change of heart than to rely on Snape.

Snape is the type who, after getting caught in the rain, will tear up anyone else's umbrella, unless that person is Lily.

"During these two years, have you asked Gavin himself alone?"

Dumbledore moment, feeling a little ashamed.

"... No, there isn't."

The old man's been too busy dating and shipping couples, hasn't he?

The old man looked at the arrogant young man across the table, refusing to utter a single word in his defense. Instead, he sat up straight in his chair and said calmly in a low voice:

"This is indeed my fault; I didn't handle this matter well."

Seeing how quickly the other party apologized, Gavin felt a pang of discomfort.

The prepared backup plan is useless now?

He smacked his lips, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Who knows when Dual-Core Drive will be available again?

That old man stood at attention and took the beating way too quickly!

Don't you want to endure even the slightest hardship?

The only sound in the Circular Office was the soft clatter of silverware emitting white smoke.

Gavin asked Gavin in his mind, "He's already admitted it, so should you tell him the rest yourself, or should I do it for him?"

In his Consciousness Space, Gavin nervously clenched his fingers, then whispered, "I can do it myself."

Gavin raised his eyes, looked at the white-bearded old man across the desk, and calmly began to speak:

"Since you haven't asked him about it in the past two years, I'm handing my body back to him now. You can have a proper talk with him yourself."

After saying that, Gavin closed his eyes and released control of his body.

When he opened his eyes again, the black-haired boy in the armchair hunched his shoulders slightly, his previously cold and imposing gaze vanished instantly, and his posture and expression changed back to that of a somewhat awkward third-year student.

Dumbledore immediately noticed the change in the body's owner; his eyes flickered slightly, and his voice became even softer and gentler.

"Gavin... can you tell me what exactly happened at the academy after that?"

Gavin looked down at his knees and said softly:

"They... didn't block me in the hallway as much after that."

"It's Snape— "

"Because Daiya will be coming."

Dumbledore was stunned; his pupils behind his Half-moon Spectacles visibly trembled.

"Is that so?"

"Is it Lia?"

Elizabeth, who was standing nearby, frowned slightly when she heard her daughter's alias.

It wasn't until this moment that the old man realized that what he thought was "the dean's effective performance" was actually the result of another child constantly protecting Gavin.

Gavin clutched the hem of his shirt, his voice low, and continued to recount what happened next, bit by bit:

"But they still beat me after I get back to my dorm."

"After the treatment, they would pour bruise-reducing medicine and diluted Dittany onto my body to heal the external wounds."

"That way, when I go to class the next day, there won't be any visible marks on the outside."

Dumbledore stood there stunned; this was something he had never expected.

First and second-year students naturally wouldn't possess sophisticated healing spells, but the Pure-blood families children of Slytherin were never short of Galleons.

But they actually used expensive Dittany to cover up the victim's wounds, just to destroy evidence so they could continue the violence the next night?!

That's terrifying.

Gavin then recounted how last winter, his Wand was stolen from Empty Classroom in the West Tower, and he was locked inside, nearly freezing to death. He was eventually found by Cordelia and taken to the Hospital Wing.

After hearing these words, the last trace of gentleness on the old man's face vanished completely.

"Last year at the West Tower, all I got in the report was that he was taken to the hospital at night because he caught a chill," Dumbledore a low voice. "I thought at the time... Ah, Gavin, I must apologize to you. I've been a terrible headmaster. I'm sorry."

Gavin hearing this belated apology, Gavin's eyes welled up with tears, and he silently said to Gavin, "Gai-ge, I'm done... You can finish the rest."

The boy closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, he was back to Gavin.

A captivating aura has returned.

He leaned back in his chair and coldly added the scene he had witnessed on the very day he transmigrated:

"On the day I arrived, Snape witnessed the entire beating of this child in the hallway, but—"

Gavin gave a cold laugh.

"His approach was simply to have everyone disperse, that's all."

No further words are needed.

The facts are laid out on the table, and they resonate more powerfully than any slap in the face.

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he dared not look at the boy in front of him. His gaze fell on the boy's hands resting on the armrest:

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just listened to Severus's side of the story and didn't verify it myself even once in two whole years."

The old man turned his head and, facing a portrait of the former principal on the wall that seemed to be listening intently, gave a stern order:

"Immediately prepare a private bedroom with independent security for Mr. Gu tonight. From now on, Goyle and the others are not allowed to approach within ten steps of him."

The old headmaster in the portrait nodded solemnly, then quickly lifted the hem of his robe and stepped out of the painting to deliver the message.

At the same time, Dumbledore gave a guarantee—

As for the requests for help and the acts of violence over the past two years, he will personally verify them first thing tomorrow morning, and Snape's handling of the situation will also be within the scope of the verification.

Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at the boy opposite him:

Are you satisfied with this arrangement?

"I'm basically satisfied," Gavin said casually.

Dumbledore looked at him and solemnly assured him:

I will take better care of this child from now on.

"Hehe."

Gavin leaned back in his chair, his face indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.

"From now on, you won't be able to ignore it."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore was taken aback.

Before he could fully grasp the weight of those words, Gavin had already calmly and methodically continued with the second half:

"Because I added something to it."

What is that?

Elizabeth, standing to the side, suddenly remembered something, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up:

"Could it be--"

"That's right, it's Obscurus."

Gavin smiled slightly.

I added a little bit of Obscurus to him.