In the silent dormitory, with the pale moonlight shining down, only Dumbledore's small but clear voice echoed in Sean's ears.

"I always thought that Blood Curse and Obscurus might be in a state of 'competition', which is a confrontation between curse magic and dark magic, a competition between two kinds of magic, but recently I discovered that I was wrong.

"

Dumbledore sighed deeply: "Orrick controlled the Obscurus, with some help from me. I found a way to temporarily suppress the power of the Obscurus, and Orrick itself is very special.

, under that kind of suppression, he finally learned how to control Obscurus.

"Actually, I was still a little proud. Although not every Obscurus is as special as Orrick, I can at least provide them with some help, so that the lives of the Obscurs can be longer, and they can be treated as they are when the Obscurus breaks out.

The hurt will be less - that's what I originally thought, and that's what I did to little Daisy."

Sean saw that Dumbledore's face was full of remorse.

"However, I didn't realize the specialness of the blood curse. It brought about the nature of the beast. The suppressed Silence gradually regarded that consciousness as another host..."

Sean opened his mouth slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

Obscurus and Blood Curse combined?!

Dumbledore's next words confirmed his conjecture: "The Obscurus in Daisy's body was quietly divided into two parts, one entwining Daisy's consciousness, and the other part, the animals brought by the blood curse.

The wildness controls..."

"When Daisy transformed into another form, the originally uncontrollable Obscurus became even more wild. That power crazily hurt Daisy herself and crazily tried to destroy everything around her. But under my suppression

Next, the madness was not revealed, and none of us noticed anything was wrong..."

Sean and Dumbledore fell silent together.

Looking at the old man who was blaming himself, Sean said softly: "Professor, that is not your fault. If it weren't for your suppression, maybe it would have been earlier..."

Dumbledore smiled weakly: "You are so considerate, Sean, and Lily told me the same thing... But I can't forgive myself. An old man who has studied magic for hundreds of years can't even save a little girl.

and……"

The old man lowered his head: "Sean, did I tell you? I have a sister..."

Sean said nothing, he could hear the pain in Dumbledore's tone.

"Her name is Ariana, just like Daisy, she suffered tremendous pain, and my incompetent brother has not been able to save her until now..."

Dumbledore raised his head, and Sean saw an extremely complicated expression flashing through the old man's light blue eyes.

"Professor, I'm sorry..."

"No, Sean, you don't have to be sorry," Dumbledore rubbed his eyes and laughed again, "I always believe that we must learn to self-reflect on the mistakes we have made.

Admit it and then make up for it.”

He stood up straight and became the great wizard who made people want to believe him at first glance: "Before I make up for that mistake, I have to solve the recent mistake first."

Dumbledore looked at Sean: "Help me, kid."

"Of course, Professor."

Golden flames flashed in mid-air again, and Dumbledore put his hand into the flames.

"Sean, reach out."

Sean stretched out his hand. He was a little confused. Dumbledore's teleportation ability in Hogwarts Castle obviously came from the phoenix, but until now, he had never seen the true form of Phoenix Fawkes.

You know, he has been to the principal's office many times, and the perch there is always empty.

His hand reached into the golden flame. Immediately, Sean's eyes widened and he subconsciously wanted to take out his hand.

"Sean, don't worry." Dumbledore said softly to the side.

"professor?"

"This is a very long story. After Daisy can enter school normally, I may find time to tell it to you." Dumbledore smiled.

Sean fell silent. He glanced at the golden-red flames and his breathing became slightly faster.

Just now, what he caught was not the tail feathers of the phoenix, but a warm and soft hand!

A warm feeling enveloped Sean, the flames burned, and he and Dumbledore suddenly disappeared.

They teleported outside the school, and Dumbledore stretched out a hand: "Sean, you don't seem to have been Apparated?"

"Yes, Professor." Sean was still looking around. He wanted to see who was taking him and Dumbledore to teleport outside the school.

Dumbledore smiled: "Then you'd better hold on tighter, it doesn't feel good - I almost threw up the first time."

Sean, who found no trace of the fire, quickly grabbed Dumbledore's right hand.

Then, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and he seemed to be squeezed into a ball by a giant in his hands. There was a huge squeezing feeling from all directions, and even the eyeballs seemed to be drilling into his body.

Same.

This is much more uncomfortable than a door key...

When he opened his tearful eyes, he realized that he was already standing in front of a building.

It was a tall classical villa built against the mountain, looking eerie and dilapidated in the moonlight.

"St. Mungo's cannot stay any longer. We cannot take the lives of other patients lightly. This is the legacy of an uncle of Sirius, and he contributed generously." Dumbledore explained, and then led Sean to

Walk to the villa.

He picked up the mottled door knocker and knocked twice. Someone immediately came over and opened the door.

"Professor," Sirius opened the door with a serious expression, "Is he here?"

Dumbledore stepped aside, revealing Sean behind him.

"Sean, thank you very, very much." Sirius shook Sean's hand hard.

"Oh, Harry is my friend, please don't be so polite." Sean smiled back at him.

Following Sirius into the house, there were already many people standing in the living room.

James Potter, whom he had met once, was standing by the campfire with a serious face. Beside him, there was a short, fat, middle-aged man talking about something.

The reception table in the living room was used as a dispensing table. Lily Potter was busy in front of a cauldron, and a round-faced couple looked at the potion and said something.

Sean recognized them immediately. They looked very imaginary to Neville. They must be the Longbottoms.

Beside the corner of the bonfire, a man with a prosthetic leg was drinking. His face was full of scars. One normal black eye was small and shiny; the other prosthetic eye was like a coin, with a blue center.

The eyeballs roll back and forth.

Probably Mad-Eye Moody.

As soon as a few people came in, Moody's prosthetic eyes moved, and he stood up with the others.

"Professor, you are here." James shook hands with Dumbledore across the crowd, and then solemnly said to Sean, "Sean, thank you very much."

Lily walked from the crucible and held her husband's arm. Her face looked very pale and her lips were dry and peeling.

"Sean, thank you..."

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