Seeing Wizet confined within the magic energy field, Dumbledore appeared slightly surprised and gently waved his wand.
A more solid magic energy field emerged, completely enveloping Wizet's location.
In the state of meditation, Wizet could feel that the magic power contained within this magic energy field far exceeded the previous ones.
"It seems I've come at an inconvenient time?" Dumbledore looked around, noticing the mess on the ground.
"The Book of Admittance showed a new student's name and address, and Minerva asked me to confirm it."
"A new student's name and address..." The tall, bald Black Wizard stepped forward, "Headmaster Dumbledore, are You here to look for a new student about to enroll?"
"Yes!" Dumbledore nodded gently, "If the Book of Admittance is not mistaken, then this new Hogwarts student should be this child before me."
In Wizet's eyes, Dumbledore had arrived at just the right time.
Not only did he help stall for time, allowing him to continue absorbing the Obscurus, but he also brought news—he could enter Hogwarts to study.
In Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, there was once such a question: Which is the best magic school in the world?
The answer given by the protagonist Newt was Hogwarts, which Dumbledore mentioned.
In the movie, Newt's performance was quite impressive, which indirectly corroborated the answer.
As a student, if Wizet had the opportunity to learn magic, he naturally wanted to choose the best school.
He couldn't speak directly yet; Dumbledore only needed to delay a little longer, and he could use meditation to absorb the Obscurus, returning to his normal appearance.
The Black Wizard showed a troubled expression, "Headmaster Dumbledore, if he is a new student enrolling this year, it means he is already over ten years old..."
"An Obscurial can hardly live past ten years old, I think You should know that. Perhaps the address was mistaken? No matter how I look at it, this Obscurial has already lost control."
Dumbledore's gaze swept over everyone; he understood the worries of these Wizards.
"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 has been over ten years old."
"How about You give this child and me a few more minutes? Once he loses control, I will bear the consequences... As for Cornelius, I will also give an explanation."
With words spoken to this extent, Kingsley naturally had no reason to refuse, "Alright! We will repair this place within ten minutes, and then erase the memories of the surrounding Muggles."
Dumbledore smiled, "That's wonderful! Thank You for Your help!"
Kingsley led a group of Wizards to begin the cleanup.
Under their combined efforts, the ruined house was rewound, rubble and debris flew in the air, and the fireplace, walls, and ceiling were slowly restored.
Dumbledore looked at the magic energy field, a playful expression in his eyes, "Such a marvelous display of magic... Is it actually gathering the power of the Obscurus?"
"An eleven-year-old child being able to do such an amazing thing... It's not surprising that the Book of Admittance would show an anomaly!"
Wizet didn't pay attention to what Dumbledore said; his attention was entirely on the Obscurus.
The power of the Obscurus was finally absorbed completely, most of the power gathering in his chest, transforming into a black and red core.
The core was bound by several silver-blue chains, pulsating like a heart.
Wizet could finally feel his body's presence and immediately reached out his hands to grasp the core.
At this moment, the Maledictus Core once again merged into his body.
Dumbledore immediately noticed that the black mist in the magic energy field dissipated, and the slender boy fell from mid-air.
The boy had dull black hair, and in his deep black eyes, there was a sense of relaxed relief.
Dumbledore immediately waved his wand, and in an instant, all the magic energy fields vanished.
A swan-sized Phoenix suddenly appeared, steadily supporting the boy.
Wizet felt the softness and warmth behind him, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, "It worked!"
He blinked, realizing that the ruined building had been completely restored, "Is this magic? It's amazing!"
"Child, You did very well!" A kind face came into view, "To be able to break free from such dangerous power, You are far more outstanding than most of the children I've seen!"
Wizet subconsciously asked, "Are You... Albus Dumbledore?"
"You know me?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised, "If You know about the existence of magic, why would You fear magic?"
Wizet reacted, turning his head to the side and adding, "That strange man would occasionally curse Your name when he experimented on me..."
"Experimented on You?" A hint of anger flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "It seems You have suffered greatly, no wonder You hate magic, it's not Your fault."
"Child, I must explain something to You! You are an Obscurial, and today's accident might happen again; You need to learn to control the Obscurus within Your body."
Wizet followed Dumbledore's words and asked, "How should I do that?"
"Child, You need to enter Hogwarts to study, which is also the purpose of my visit." Dumbledore's eyes and tone were extremely complex.
He remembered something, and sealed memories were opened at this moment; everything about Ariana surfaced before his eyes.
"No more innocent people can be persecuted! Such mistakes cannot continue to happen!" His tone was incredibly firm, "Under no circumstances! Child, You need to enter Hogwarts to study."
Having experienced such a major upheaval right after transmigrating, Wizet felt his eyelids growing heavier and could only manage a grunt in response.
Dumbledore naturally noticed this, and his tone softened again, "Child, You should get some good sleep first; there will be no more danger tonight."
Wizet tried to nod, feeling even more exhausted.
For some reason, Dumbledore brought him immense security, making him finally unable to resist the sleepiness and falling directly into a coma.
"Poor child, have a good sleep!" Dumbledore noticed that Wizet had various shapes of wounds on his body.
"It seems that the Hogwarts admission letter can only be given to him later." He naturally understood that these wounds were caused by Dark Arts experiments.
He extended his hands and carefully picked up Wizet, "Fawkes, this child has endured too much suffering!"
"Chirp!" The Phoenix Fawkes chirped softly, flapping its wings and hovering in front of Wizet.
It looked at the wounds on Wizet's body, its eyes already moist.
Pearlescent tears overflowed from its eyes, dripping down its smooth feathers and falling onto Wizet's body.
A miraculous thing happened: Wizet's wounds healed rapidly, leaving no trace of scars.
Wizet's complexion also turned rosy, and even his previously pursed lips showed 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, talented child!" Dumbledore smiled. "He needs to go to St. Mungo's for treatment, and I will go talk to Cornelius."
