Chapter 151 Dumbledore, you actually tricked me! !

Just as Villetta in the suitcase was gradually falling asleep with the sound of crying, Wright had already arrived at the Scottish village of Hogsmeade through the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, and headed directly towards the three buildings of Hogwarts Castle. It flew over the other side of the building.

After reading the password, he took the spiral staircase to the principal's office on the eighth floor. Fortunately for Wright, Dumbledore was still working at his desk in the office.

"Good evening, teacher." Wright was the first to say hello to Dumbledore.

"It's Wright," Dumbledore raised his head and put down the quill in his hand, "It looks good! It seems you had a good time at Nico's this summer!"

"Thanks for the compliment." Wright responded briefly.

However, Wright was actually only wearing a thin white shirt on his upper body at this time, because the wizard robe he was wearing had just been taken off by Villita.

"I originally thought you were taking a good rest at this time," Dumbledore stood up from his chair and relaxed his muscles that had become stiff after sitting for a long time. "I didn't expect that young people have such good energy now. Yet?"

"What's wrong with me?" Wright frowned. Dumbledore's words made him a little confused.

"Here." Dumbledore pointed to the bookcase in the principal's office. There was a table in front of the bookcase filled with newspapers. Wright determined that there were definitely not so many newspapers published by the British wizarding world. It seemed that there should be one newspaper published by every country in the world here.

Wright saw an unusually familiar figure on the cover of the newspaper from a distance, and he walked over without saying a word.

It was an all-French newspaper, but this did not cause any reading difficulties for Wright. What really caused him discomfort was the headlines on the front page of the newspaper.

"The Broomstick Boy Rages against the French Ministry of Magic"?

Broomstick boy? Wright stared blankly at the image of himself in the newspaper, no, rather the moving image that looked exactly like him. The familiar black-haired boy was spitting sweet fragrance to the French Aurors opposite. I don't know if it was the magic effect of the newspaper staff, but all the Aurors opposite showed a respectful and conceding attitude.

Although Wright is quite satisfied with this super-deterrent effect, this picture looks really shameful! Even if Wright could really lick his face and watch, wouldn't there be Dumbledore standing next to him?

Wright silently pushed the top newspaper to the bottom layer, and the following news headlines seemed much more normal.

"The unexpected outbreak of Obscurus destroyed most of Paris, causing a large number of casualties"

"Useless Aurors, Useless Ministry of Magic"

"The True Strength of the Alchemist Sage!" The golden thunderbird soaring in the skies of Paris! 》

"Is the emergence of Obscurus a loss of human nature or a distortion of morality?"

"Shock! This actually happened in Paris today! 》

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Almost all French newspapers reported what happened last night in extra large bold fonts, and newspapers published in several surrounding countries also had similar reports. But something that makes Wright feel slightly lucky is that no newspaper or photo has published a frontal view of Villita, and all the shots of her are a black mist.

Of course, there are also a few strange-looking newspapers that don't even have the black fluid of Obscurus on their front pages. Wright felt that the animated pictures on the covers of those newspapers were like they were taking pictures of the black smoke they burned, because the scene behind the black smoke Wright had never seen in Paris!

And almost without exception, these tabloids are all headline-grabbers.

But has the damage caused by Villita been repaired by Nicoléme? Wright looked at the front page of a certain newspaper, in which a phantom-like Nicolas Flamel stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking up at a golden thunderbird looming in the sky.

The solution used by Scamander in New York is still the same, which is to use the venom of the Winged Demon.

When Wright finished flipping through the newspapers and turned to look at Dumbledore again, he found that he had sat back on the chair behind the desk again.

"Have you finished reading?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Yes." Wright nodded, "Teacher, this is why I came to you today."

"What? Are you feeling uncomfortable with this sudden surge in fame?" Dumbledore joked, "I think Wright you should be able to bear this."

"No, it's not," Wright shook his head, "It's for the one that came silently."

"Muran?"

"Yes, that Obscurus is a friend of mine." Wright explained, "Although I don't know the reason why she became an Obscurus, she is indeed an Obscurus."

"She? Is it a girl?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, her name is Villita." Wright nodded.

"But isn't Obscurus dead?" Dumbledore frowned, "Almost all newspapers mentioned this news. Minister Patrice of the French Ministry of Magic led many Aurors to solve the problem of the... The obscurity that has raged in Paris for so long.”

"Before tonight, I had the same view as you." Wright said, "But tonight, I found Villita in my suitcase."

Dumbledore didn't speak, but just pushed up his glasses. An unknown color flashed in the blue eyes behind the lenses.

"I originally thought Villita was dead, but in fact she somehow managed to escape from the concentrated fire of those French Aurors." Wright pursed his lips, "And she got into my body unnoticed. Inside the box, I took it back to the UK.”

"Then Wright, what is the purpose of coming to me today?" Dumbledore asked.

"I think, teacher," Wright said one word after another, and anyone with a discerning eye could see his embarrassment, "can you help solve Villita's problem?"

"Solved?" Dumbledore leaned forward slightly and crossed his fingers together. "I wonder what the solution you are talking about refers to?"

"Eliminate the Obscurus energy residing in Villita's body?" Wright said whimsically.

"No, Wright, I can't do this." Dumbledore shook his head, "Although people deliberately gave it the name 'Oscurus' in order to distinguish this huge dark energy. But in fact , Obscurus is the mutated magic power in the little wizard's body, and destroying Obscurus means killing the little wizard."

"Then..." Wright was at a loss for words.

"Wright, I wonder if you are willing to trust me?" Dumbledore suddenly stared closely into Wright's eyes.

Wright did not speak immediately, but after thinking seriously for a while, he said: "Yes, teacher, I am willing to give you my unreserved trust."

"Very good, then let me handle Villetta's affairs." Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, "You can go back first."

Wright breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, it would be fine if Dumbledore was willing to take over this matter. The pressure on him to stay with Villita all day long was really too much! If nothing else, Chang Chu would definitely not be able to pass that test!

"Thank you, teacher. I'll go back first." Wright bowed to Dumbledore and left the principal's room.

Not long after, the rustle of quills scratching on parchment began to be heard in the principal's room again.

Early the next morning.

A beeping sound woke up Wright, who was sleeping on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron.

Outside the window is an owl.

It holds a familiar letter in its mouth, with a wax seal, a shield, and a capital "h" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

Wright felt that he must be dreaming, or else he was asleep.