Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge returned to his office, currently in a foul mood.
Whether it was the incident tonight that caused him to miss a lavish French dinner, or the content of the latest issue of The Quibbler, both contributed to his bad mood.
Facing Dumbledore, his tone was slightly stiff, "Headmaster Dumbledore, you've said so much, you just want an Obscurial to enroll, right?"
Dumbledore's expression was calm, "Yes! His name appeared in the Book of Admittance, and according to tradition, enrollment is an inevitable outcome."
"Heh..." Lucius Malfoy, standing nearby, sneered, speaking in a low, drawn-out tone, "That's an Obscurial who just caused a major incident."
"As a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, I must remind Headmaster Dumbledore... Hogwarts is not your backyard!"
"Of course I understand, I will ensure the safety of this child." Dumbledore smiled, "He is very talented, and this talent should not be stifled just because he is an Obscurial."
"Is that so?" Lucius's voice turned cold, "How remarkable... how benevolent! You can't stifle a child's talent..."
"Do you need some sugar with your black tea?" Hearing Lucius's sarcastic tone, Fudge spoke to ease the atmosphere, "The Ministry of Magic might face protests from parents if it tries to handle this matter."
Dumbledore replied, "I can help issue a statement on my end, and I will ensure the safety of this child."
"Is that all?" Lucius raised his eyebrows, "Adults... if they can't fulfill a promise, they always have to pay a price, don't they?"
Dumbledore maintained his smile, "If this child has an accident, I am willing to accept an investigation by the Ministry of Magic."
"Aha! As loving as ever..." Lucius's tone remained sarcastic, "That big oaf who was expelled for murder years ago, you also hid him in Hogwarts..."
"Dumbledore, do you always like to find dangerous individuals and then hide them in the school? Do you really care about other students? Are you really still qualified to continue as Principal?"
Dumbledore still maintained his smile, "Perhaps you can hold another vote? See if you can dismiss me? Last time your reason was a fairy tale, what reason do you plan to use this time?"
Hearing these words, Lucius pursed his lips, his face appearing even colder.
Facing the still grim atmosphere, Fudge wiped sweat from his forehead.
On one side was the Ministry of Magic's financial backer, and on the other was a renowned Principal; he didn't want to offend either side.
He could only speak again, "Headmaster Dumbledore, for a tormented Obscurial, whether he can integrate into the magic World's life is actually also a question."
"How about this! Before the school year starts, the Ministry of Magic will assess this Obscurial. If he can integrate into a Wizard family, then his enrollment will be approved."
"Of course, no problem, this is a very necessary measure, and I believe in this child!" Dumbledore nodded, "I can arrange on my end..."
"Shouldn't this matter be arranged by the Ministry of Magic?" Lucius stiffly interrupted Dumbledore, "Do you think... the entire magic World is your backyard?"
"Or is it really fulfilling The Quibbler's speculation... that you are the uncrowned king? The invisible Minister for Magic of the English Ministry of Magic? Unwilling to even listen to Minister Fudge's decisions?"
Lucius's words, on the contrary, made Fudge's face flush.
Fudge shifted his gaze to The Quibbler on his desk, recalling the absurd articles in that magazine.
He didn't want to consult Dumbledore every time he made a decision.
Having been in the Minister position for a full year, he felt it was time to make his mark and not be constrained by Dumbledore!
He already had an idea in mind and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, let the Ministry of Magic handle finding a Wizard family!"
...
After seeing off Lucius and Dumbledore, Fudge sat alone in his chair, chewing soft candies to alleviate his hunger.
"One Year in Office, When Will Puppet Minister Fudge Gain Real Power?"
He saw this issue of The Quibbler and felt that the sweet soft candy tasted like chewing an eraser.
At the beginning of his tenure, he indeed lacked confidence, often writing letters to Dumbledore for advice to ensure that decisions and implementation methods were not wrong.
But such things cannot be said out loud!
Everyone knowing it implicitly is enough!
The Quibbler bringing this matter to the forefront, wasn't it just slapping his face?
"I'm incompetent, am I? The owls that delivered letters to Hogwarts are all dead from exhaustion, their bodies pieced together could circle England twice, is that it?"
"Since you're causing me trouble, then don't blame me! That Obscurial will go to your house! See if you still have the energy to slander me!"
Fudge chewed his soft candy with smacking sounds, as if gnawing on the flesh of The Quibbler's editor-in-chief.
Pulling out a piece of parchment, he grandly wrote out a letter of appointment, designating Xenophilius Lovegood as the guardian of the Obscurial.
Only after watching the letter of appointment transform into a paper airplane and leave the office did Fudge rub his stomach and slump into his chair.
"I wonder when Lucius will invite me to dinner next time... that French bouillabaisse was truly delicious!"
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Wizet opened his eyes to find himself in a brightly lit hospital room.
On the ceiling were candles, encased in crystal bubbles, floating up and down against the ceiling.
He propped himself up on the bed frame and slowly sat up, recalling everything that had happened earlier.
He had transmigrated and possessed the power of an Obscurus.
Because of this dangerous Dark Arts power, he was almost eliminated by Wizards.
With the help of the Meditation Method in the notebook, he successfully confined the Obscurus and even received an invitation from Dumbledore to enroll...
So, what exactly was going on with that notebook?
Just as he was about to delve into his mind to investigate, he heard a rustling sound.
There was a girl not far away.
The girl sat by the window, her profile was very beautiful, and a slender strand of light golden long hair gently brushed her ear.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm halo on her face.
For some reason, when Wizet saw the girl, the world seemed to fall completely silent.
The girl extended her palms towards the sunlight, her hands overlapping to form a hand shadow.
It was the hand shadow of a rabbit, and she simply looked at it, smiling faintly.
Wizet didn't know how long he watched, only remembering the girl forming many kinds of animals: rabbits, puppies, ducklings, swans, doves...
Until the girl noticed him and came to his bedside, softly saying, "You're awake!"
The girl's voice was peculiar, ethereal and hazy, like murmurs made while sleepwalking, yet her words were exceptionally clear.
With smiling, crescent-shaped eyes, she introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Luna, Luna Lovegood."
Luna had fair skin and a fluffy, waist-length, light golden hair.
Her faint eyebrows and light silver-white eyes were very distinctive, and her mini carrot-shaped earrings were gently swaying.
"Hello, my name is Wizet." Wizet looked around; there were two other hospital beds nearby, but they were blocked by curtains, making it impossible to tell if anyone was there.
He slowly asked, "Which hospital am I in?"
"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." Luna blinked, as if recalling something, "The Healers have already examined you; you can go home as soon as you wake up."
"Go home? I seem to... have no home... and no family..."
Wizet thought of his past and present lives, feeling an unexpected sense of unity—both were orphans.
In his previous life, he was a student who grew up in an orphanage, his only thought being to fulfill his duty as a student.
In this life...
His current goal seemed somewhat similar: to study at Hogwarts, which was something he had to do.
"Of course you have a home!" Luna's lips curved into a beautiful arc, "I am your family!"