Wizet tore open the letter and saw the admission notice with his name on it.
Having just experienced the wonder of magic, his heart was filled with irrepressible excitement.
During this time, he had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of his admission notice.
In addition to the admission notice, there was another thick parchment listing the required books and items for enrollment.
There was no tuition fee to attend Hogwarts; only the necessary items needed to be purchased by the student.
Wizet had lived in an orphanage in his previous life, and this unique experience made him particularly sensitive in certain areas—he became extremely cautious when money was involved.
However, he had an even more important question, “Professor McGonagall, Luna’s admission notice… wasn’t it delivered by you?”
McGonagall explained, “She hasn’t reached the age of admission yet. She can join Hogwarts School of magic as a new student next year.”
Wizet turned to Luna, “Then why did you make me call you big sister?”
“I always wanted a younger brother I could dote on.” Luna smiled, her tone a bit playful, “I fulfilled my sisterly duty, didn’t I?”
McGonagall pointed her wand at the steel cage, and the cage floated into mid-air, swaying as it came to her side.
“I need to thoroughly investigate why this snake appeared here.”
“Investigate?” Wizet thought of something. “Professor McGonagall, are you saying… this was a deliberate attack?”
McGonagall sighed softly, “Wizet, you are an Obscurial. Other Wizards will look at you differently; you should understand that, right?”
“Now that you mention it, I understand…” Wizet thought of many things. “They see me as an anomaly and instinctively want to reject me.”
“In their eyes, I must be a bomb that could explode at any moment. If I were a parent… I would also have to consider my child’s safety.”
“You understand perfectly!” McGonagall adjusted her glasses, and surprise and admiration showed through the clear lenses. “Headmaster Dumbledore and I both have great confidence in you.”
“You are definitely a child of outstanding talent, and I look forward to your performance at Hogwarts. You don’t need to worry about the rest; we will handle it for you.”
“Oh, right! A letter will be sent here in a while, and someone will take you to Diagon Alley to purchase the items on that list.”
Leaving this instruction, she and the steel cage disappeared into the vortex.
…
As night fell, just as Wizet was about to mend his clothes, there was a sudden knock on the door.
“Come in!”
Entering the room was Xenophilius, Luna’s father, an unkempt middle-aged man.
His long, pale blond hair hung down to his shoulders, looking sticky;
There were also deep dark circles around his eyes, making him look somewhat dejected.
He pulled over a chair and sat opposite Wizet, “This seems to be our first… face-to-face conversation? Are you mending clothes?”
“My clothes accidentally got torn.” Wizet put down the needle and thread in his hand.
As Xenophilius said, it was indeed their first face-to-face conversation.
Xenophilius was the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler and usually worked on the second floor;
He was also responsible for three meals a day and telling Luna bedtime stories, barely managing to balance both career and life.
“Luna told me everything.” Xenophilius’s expression was serious. “You protected her… I have to thank you.”
“She protected me.” Wizet waved his hand. “She pushed me away immediately, and Professor McGonagall was the one who ultimately saved us.”
Compared to the usually somewhat dejected middle-aged man, the serious Xenophilius now felt a bit unfamiliar to him.
“No, no, no!” Xenophilius shook his head repeatedly. “Because of work, I can’t spend too much time with her. Most of the time, she plays by herself.”
“Besides reading The Quibbler, she also waters the garden. Since you came, her smiles have increased… and even the colored fish she catches are much bigger!”
Wizet smiled, “I’ve learned a lot from Luna.”
“All in all! Although I still don’t understand why the Ministry of Magic put you in my house…” Xenophilius stood up.
He placed his hand on Wizet’s shoulder, like a king knighting a knight, “But! I now approve of you!”
Seeing Xenophilius in this state, Wizet was somewhat amused and bewildered.
However, he also understood one thing—
Today, he and the Lovegood family achieved true mutual acceptance.
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Late at night, the fireplace in the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office crackled, and the burning flames turned emerald green, from which McGonagall emerged.
Dumbledore put down the documents in his hand, stood up, and asked, “Minerva, back so late? Did something unexpected happen?”
“Indeed, there was some trouble.” McGonagall adjusted her glasses. “When I went to deliver the admission notice, I encountered a Runespoor.”
Dumbledore frowned, “A Runespoor? Wizet isn’t hurt, is he?”
“He’s fine!” McGonagall nodded. “I’ve asked Kingsley to help investigate, and I believe there will be results soon.”
“That Runespoor was very old. By the time I brought it to Kingsley, it had no vital signs. The person who could raise a Runespoor would not have a simple identity.”
“I suspect the person who released the Runespoor probably hoped to cause the Obscurus to go wild through this attack, thereby attracting more criticism.”
“As expected!” Dumbledore sighed. “But I think Wizet must have had some unexpected performance, right?”
“Yes, Wizet is a talented child!” McGonagall showed a faint smile. “Not only was he not attacked by the Runespoor, but he also protected Luna Lovegood.”
“Luna Lovegood? Things seem more complicated than I imagined!” Dumbledore walked to a cabinet and took out an ancient stone basin.
The mouth of the stone basin was inscribed with countless profound runes, and it was filled with a silvery substance, which was smoky and illusory, giving off a dazzling and mesmerizing feeling.
“A pensieve?” McGonagall drew her wand, pressed the tip of her wand to her temple, and pulled out a shimmering silver thread.
The thread fell into the pensieve and dissolved. Dumbledore bent down and buried his face deep into the basin.
Dumbledore put the pensieve back, interlaced his fingers, and sat in the chair, his expression filled with emotion.
“Wandless magic… no! It’s even more ancient, a casting method Wizards used before wands became common. It’s truly outstanding!”
Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, “I felt a very pure protective obsession in that shield magic! Did he learn it on his own?”
“Perhaps guidance from others is also very important.” Dumbledore smiled. “Cornelius stumbled upon it, actually finding the most suitable Wizarding family for Wizet.”
Professor McGonagall’s tone was slightly helpless, “If it’s just about cultivating imagination, The Quibbler can indeed be effective.”
“Yes!” Dumbledore’s smile became increasingly clear. “Minerva, which house do you think Wizet will be sorted into?”