Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

“There is indeed an example…”

He hesitated, saying, "I know of an Obscurial who is special—very special… He has lived for over thirty years and can switch directly between Obscurial and human form."

He said this, and Ryan's eyes widened in surprise.

Just by hearing this, he already understood why Newt said that the other party was special.

Because no normal Silent can live past the age of ten!

"He possesses a powerful magical bloodline. Beyond that, he's been determined to discover his origins, and is willing to sacrifice almost anything to achieve it... I think these two factors may be what makes him so special."

After hearing what Newt said, Ryan asked directly.

"That does sound quite remarkable—could you tell me more about him?"

He was undoubtedly curious about it.

And he was almost certain that the direction of this investigation was correct.

If he could understand the changes in this Obscurial, he might be able to completely determine the cause of the Dementors and Obscurials—a fact that concerned not only the Longbottoms and Lily Potter, but more importantly...

Ryan's instinct told him that this matter was very important.

Obscurus and Dementors...their existence may be related to the truth on the other side of the veil!

but...

"Oh, Ryan—I'm afraid not."

After hearing Ryan's question, Newt said embarrassedly: "That boy...he is involved in some old things. The specific content is related to other people's private affairs. I can't tell others casually."

"..."

After hearing this, Ryan paused for a moment.

"Whose private business?"

Newt naturally didn't answer directly.

"Perhaps you could ask Dumbledore later."

He just hinted at it.

So Ryan was a little stunned.

"Dumbledore?"

Is the Obscurial related to Dumbledore?

Then, Ryan suddenly recalled the time when he and Dumbledore went to Azkaban.

At that time, Dumbledore mentioned the Obscurus to him, and at that time... Dumbledore's attitude and tone were indeed very strange.

Now that I think about it...

"Perhaps it's because of this boy—Mr. Scamander said he was trying to find his origins, and he has powerful magical blood... Dumbledore family? He's Dumbledore's child!?"

Think about this.

Ryan was shocked - Dumbledore had a child? Who was the child's mother?

At this moment, Newt naturally didn't know what Ryan was thinking.

He simply continued, "Yes—that boy... He had a close relationship with Dumbledore. Well, they didn't know about it originally. It was Grindelwald... ahem, that's all I can tell you."

His words were slurred.

But to Ryan's ears, it sounded like the sound of a huge bell.

He thought of the news he had learned from the Sorting Hat - Dumbledore and Grindelwald had once signed a blood pact!

He thought of the change in Dumbledore's magic when Grindelwald died - that usually only happened to the closest lovers and relatives.

He thought of the strange emotion Dumbledore had when he mentioned Grindelwald - nostalgia, guilt, and a hint of tenderness.

"Shit... Dumbledore and Grindelwald... s ...

He stared at Newt with wide eyes in disbelief.

"The Obscurial—he's Dumbledore and Grindelwald's child? Is that correct?"

So, Newt's eyes widened as well.

He seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong, and he seemed to want to say something.

But in the end, only one word came out of his throat.

"what?"

"Ah!"

In the Hogwarts headmaster's office, Lord Albus Dumbledore, who was sorting out information, sneezed violently.

"Oh... Is someone saying something bad about me?"

The old wizard rubbed his nose and said doubtfully.

"I think you stayed up too late last night playing ten-pin bowling—that noise keeps you awake. Do you know the consequences of staying up late at your age? Sooner or later you'll end up like 'Sleepless Aloys'!"

At this moment, the portrait of Phineas Black, the headmaster, maintained his usual annoying speaking style.

Aloys the Sleepless - A fifteenth-century wizard who died at the card table from lack of sleep after playing Thunderbolt Explosion for twenty-seven consecutive days.

"Oh, thanks for the heads up, Phineas."

But Dumbledore didn't take it as an offense.

He just wiped his nose, smiled and said thank you.

"But speaking of which – has Sirius returned to the old house?"

he asked softly.

"..."

After hearing this, Phineas, who was severely sleep-deprived last night, rarely did not lose his temper.

"No."

He sighed.

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic has stepped up its efforts to capture him...but you still refuse to tell me how he escaped from Azkaban—Albus, you know very well that I can't harm him. He and I are both Black!"

"You should tell me what's going on so I can help him!"

He said in a deep voice.

"Oh, I don't understand what you're talking about, Phineas."

And Dumbledore's mouth was obviously still tight.

He just smiled and looked at Phineas: "But about the bloodline - I remember you didn't say that in the past. You almost expelled Sirius from the family tree, remember?"

"Oh, yes..."

After hearing this, Phineas' voice became even more gloomy.

"I still think he's not as good as Regulus, far less... But Albus—he's the only Black bloodline left."

"Yeah... 'Ever Pure' Blake."

Dumbledore said softly.

There was clear disdain and contempt in his words - this surprised Phineas and the other principals.

Because in his memory, Dumbledore always treated the portraits of them, the headmasters, with gentleness and courtesy.

But the next moment, Dumbledore seemed to react.

"Goodnight, Phineas."

he said suddenly.

"What...goodnight? It's only afternoon now—you..."

Phineas was about to say something else, but Dumbledore had already snapped his fingers and turned his picture frame over.

Then, Dumbledore slowly stood up and looked at Fawkes.

"I'm sorry to trouble you again, Fox."

he said softly.

"Wow!"

So, Fox flapped his wings.

It raised its head, and the clear bird song began to turn into a melodious song.

That's 'Phoenix Elegy'.

The phoenix's song has magical power. It can give courage to those with pure hearts and purify souls that have been polluted by filth.

And at the same time.

Tears fell from the corners of Fox's eyes.

Phoenix tears also have magical powers. They can heal most injuries, especially inner pain.

And that was exactly what Albus Dumbledore needed most at this moment.

Dumbledore listened to the phoenix's song and caught its tears.

He watched the tear melt into his old skin and into his already scarred soul.

"Wow!"

After a while, the singing stopped.

Fox cried again—he looked older and older, his wings gray.

"Thank you for your hard work—because of me, I'm afraid you might have to enter Nirvana a few months early."

Dumbledore said apologetically.

"Wow!"

Fox flapped his wings.