"Come in!"

Wentworth's hand, which was about to knock on the door, stopped in mid-air and he looked at himself awkwardly.

Do I make so much noise when I walk? Wentworth thought.

When he walked into the room, Dumbledore was already waiting for Wentworth in the room. As soon as Wentworth sat down, Dumbledore said, "I knew you would come to see me."

As Dumbledore spoke, he poured Wentworth a cup of tea.

Seeing this, Wentworth smiled, picked up the teacup, and said, "Principal, I thought you didn't like this tasteless drink."

Dumbledore laughed and said meaningfully: "But there is nothing I like to drink here. Life is like this. Not everything can go according to your wishes, even if I am known as the greatest white wizard in history."

Wentworth was stunned when he heard what Dumbledore said. Although his intuition told him that there was something else behind Dumbledore's words, before Wentworth could figure it out, Dumbledore said directly: "You came to me today to ask about the matter of the Uesugi Bamboo Sparrow, right?"

Wentworth was not surprised to hear Dumbledore reveal his purpose right away, after all, the person in front of him was Albus Dumbledore.

Wentworth put down the teacup in his hand and told Dumbledore everything that happened yesterday.

Dumbledore sat opposite Wentworth, listening carefully, without interrupting Wentworth's story from beginning to end.

Only after Wentworth had finished speaking did Dumbledore sigh deeply and say, "What a poor child!"

Wentworth had already become thirsty from his story, and could not help but pick up the teacup in front of him and drink it all. Then he asked:

"Principal, do you know something? I always feel that there seems to be something strange about Uesugi Takezakura."

After hearing what Wentworth said, Dumbledore was silent for a long time, as if he was lost in thought. Seeing this, Wentworth couldn't help but frowned. Whenever Dumbledore entered this state, it meant that something big was going to happen.

Then, Dumbledore suddenly asked: "Wentworth, have you ever heard of the Obscurus?"

Hearing Dumbledore's question, Wentworth shook his head blankly, looking confused.

Seeing this, Dumbledore explained:

"The Obscurus is a dark magical force in the magical world!"

"This is a powerful but extremely unstable and difficult to control black magic. It moves extremely fast and can even break away from its host and attack others."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth couldn't help but frowned and said in surprise: "Dark magic? However, the use of dark magic is mostly accompanied by strong malice, and requires learning and practice, but I think Shan Zhuque is not..."

But before Wentworth could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dumbledore, who said with a look of disappointment: "It's innate!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped. He said in disbelief:

"Dark magic? Innate? What are the effects and strength of this magic?"

It's no wonder that Wentworth was curious. He had never heard of the innate black magic.

Dumbledore glanced at Wentworth and replied calmly:

"Back then, your grandfather sent the Obscurus, the wizard who possessed the Obscurus, to kill me."

Wentworth now realized that his grandfather and his headmaster must have had a special relationship. At the very least, both sides knew each other's strength very well! Since his grandfather sent the Obscurial to kill Dumbledore, either the Obscurial's strength was not much worse than Dumbledore's, or the Obscurial had some special ability that could severely injure wizards who were much stronger than themselves.

In short, this must be a very dangerous talent.

After thinking for a moment, Wentworth suddenly asked, "Principal Dumbledore, can wizards, or Obscurials, control themselves over this magic called the Obscurial?"

Hearing Wentworth's question, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion, but he still said: "It can be controlled to a limited extent!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth nodded in understanding. If it was completely out of control, then his grandfather would not have been able to send the Obscurials to attack Dumbledore.

When Wentworth thought of this, his eyes lit up. If he could form a special team of Obscurials, wouldn't it be the special forces of the wizarding world? Just as Wentworth was thinking about the feasibility of this, Dumbledore suddenly interrupted Wentworth's thoughts and said with some disappointment: "Normally, Obscurials don't live past the age of ten."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth was stunned at first. After two seconds, Wentworth seemed to understand what Dumbledore meant, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

Dumbledore looked at Wentworth in front of him and fell silent. It seemed that some memory of his own was triggered and he also fell silent.

After a long while, Dumbledore heard Wentworth's hoarse voice:

"Are there no exceptions?"

Dumbledore was silent for a long time. It was not until Wentworth's heart fell to the bottom that Dumbledore suddenly said:

"have!"

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Wentworth suddenly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore hopefully, and Dumbledore said slowly: "Wizards with great potential can live longer, just like the Obscurial that your grandfather found and attacked me."

After hearing Dumbledore's answer, Wentworth couldn't wait to ask:

"And then? What happened to the Obscurial?"

Dumbledore shook his head silently and said calmly: "He died in the end, not long after attacking me."

"Even if an Obscurus is over ten years old, his body will become weaker and weaker. The more he uses magic or the Obscurus, the faster he will become weaker. This cannot be changed."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth, who had originally been filled with hope, could not help but cover his cheeks with his hands.

Human beings always hope that good things can last longer, and Wentworth is no exception.

After a long time, Wentworth suddenly looked up at Dumbledore and asked, "Principal Dumbledore, don't you have any solution? You are the greatest white wizard in history!"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly and said:

"I'm just a wizard, not a god!"

Just when Wentworth was in despair, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Perhaps, there is someone who has a solution. Only he may have a solution..."

(End of this chapter)