Chapter 20: I understand, I understand

But there was no help for it.

When under the eaves, one must bow one's head.

Who told the original owner to be like Voldemort, growing up in an orphanage?

Both were abused by the headmaster and bullied by other children.

The difference is that Voldemort had magic to fight back, while the original owner was a Squib who lost his life.

However, he immediately realized that Dumbledore probably wasn't testing him, or at least didn't have that intention before handing him the wand.

After all, he didn't have a wand, and Dumbledore only had this Elder Wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Darren whispered at a piece of silverware on Dumbledore's desk.

He felt a surge of energy from his body flow through the wand, and the silverware floated up gently according to his thoughts.

How high or low it went depended entirely on his own will.

Holding the wand in his hand, he felt like a god.

"Perfect! If this were in class, I would definitely give you twenty points!"

Dumbledore applauded with a smile.

Taking back the wand that Darren returned without hesitation, the smile on his face became more genuine.

Truly good.

This child is just as he appears: not obsessed with power, nor afraid of it.

But if that's really the case, then what about this Obscurus?

Could it be the result of those experimental drugs Lily was exposed to while pregnant?

Not to mention Lily being tortured by Death Eaters back then.

Later, to save Lily, Snape used many potions and spells.

Which caused Lily's single pregnancy to become twins.

At the time, they were worried about complications and didn't know who the extra child was or what the situation was.

Now it seems that the extra child must be Darren.

And the resulting impact was that Darren became a controllable Obscurial.

Perhaps this is a good thing?

When Darren used magic, Dumbledore indeed did not feel that evil, dark power of an Obscurus; instead, he felt an orderly, cautious, and powerful force.

This perhaps is Darren's Obscurus.

And also the kind power Darren spoke of.

"Child, I cannot draw a conclusion about you, so I can only trust your intuition—this is a controllable Obscurus.

So congratulations, child; you have likely turned a misfortune into a blessing and obtained a controllable power that a friend of mine spent his whole life pursuing."

Dumbledore said with a sigh.

His blue eyes revealed a trace of sadness.

Darren guessed that this friend must be Dumbledore's "best friend," Grindelwald.

Hadn't he heard that the two were lovers?

Tsk!

Aren't soft, fragrant girls better?

After silently criticizing Dumbledore's taste in romance, Darren smiled "shyly" again.

"I've known of its existence since I was little. It has never made me feel evil, only warm. I believe that when I encounter danger, it will definitely come out to protect me!"

The boy smiled gently.

His calm demeanor reassured Dumbledore, who had still been somewhat worried.

Dumbledore was speechless.

After a long while, he smiled: "Very well, child. Since that is the case, I should take you to the hospital wing. I imagine Minerva and Madam Pomfrey must be getting anxious.

Oh, right, Madam Pomfrey is the doctor at the school hospital; we need to check your wounds. I learned from Mrs. Linda that you nearly died."

Dumbledore's tone became increasingly serious.

He truly hadn't expected that Darren had been living such a life.

And that he had nearly died before they arrived.

Thinking of such a kind and lovely child losing his life and leaving them in obscurity, even Dumbledore, who had seen enough of life and death, couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted.

"Professor, it shouldn't be anything serious. Kenley didn't mean to… alright, I will go with you."

【Ding, Saintly Father points +20】

Darren put on a kind and magnanimous look, and seeing Dumbledore's disapproving gaze, he changed his words with embarrassment.

He was just full of confusion when he received the Saintly Father points.

Why were there still so few?

Could it be because only Dumbledore was here?

Forget it, he would study it later.

Darren shook his head, laughing inwardly as he looked at Dumbledore's somewhat serious face.

Hmm, he believed that the child named Kenley might receive a little retaliation from Dumbledore.

Tsk, he still couldn't quite forgive that guy!

Brought to the infirmary by Dumbledore, Darren was greeted by the embrace of a kind lady.

"Good heavens, is this Darren? He is so cute, but… who bandaged your wounds?

It's too crude… unbelievable, Muggles are really… it's festering…"

The lady anxiously placed Darren on the hospital bed, pressed him down, and muttered under her breath, causing even Dumbledore to lower his voice significantly.

"Poppy, this child's wounds…"

"Albus, this child's wounds have split open. Did you and Severus not notice his condition at all?

And he needs to rest well and replenish a lot of nutrition; his body is currently extremely weak!"

Madam Pomfrey shouted loudly.

Dumbledore looked at Darren apologetically.

Neither he nor Severus had thought of Darren's wounds.

"Apologies, it was my and Severus's carelessness." Dumbledore apologized again.

"No, only you didn't think of it!"

Snape's cold voice came from behind.

He then took out several bottles of potions and handed them all to Madam Pomfrey.

"You went to brew potions?"

Dumbledore asked in surprise.

He truly hadn't expected Snape to be willing to brew potions for Darren.

After all, Darren's injuries were not a big problem in the wizarding world; Madam Pomfrey would have been enough.

Yet Snape had specifically returned to brew potions and brought them over.

"Excellent potions, they can both replenish nutrition and accelerate wound recovery. Severus, you actually added Moon Grass!"

Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

Snape avoided his gaze and said with a straight face: "I just had some left over from brewing other potions and didn't want to waste it, so I added it in."

"I understand, I understand!"

Madam Pomfrey chuckled and unscrewed the potion cap to hand to Darren.

PS: I've made a poll for which house the protagonist should enter; everyone can go take a look. In the end, I will choose the house with the most votes.