Not every wizard who arrived later on the island understood the full story.

In fact, Professor McGonagall had contacted Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and Rufus Scrimgeour, head of the Auror Office. The other wizards had been sent on orders, unaware of what kind of enemy they were about to face.

By the time they arrived via Portkey, they saw the Obscurus rampaging above the island. Dumbledore and several Hogwarts professors were locked in battle against this dark entity.

Many people had already been killed by the Obscurus, and even more Muggles lay scattered across the ground.

The Aurors instinctively assumed their usual role—fighting dark creatures and protecting the weak and helpless Muggles.

A young Auror with short, purple-red hair spotted an injured Muggle soldier groaning on the battlefield's edge. He was badly wounded and on the verge of being swallowed by the black mist. Without hesitation, she cast a spell to pull him to safety.

"Are you okay? Where are you hurt?—Oh, sorry!"

She had pulled too hard, accidentally slamming the soldier into a nearby lamppost. She thought she heard the sound of bones cracking.

The soldier nearly blacked out, gasping for breath, unable to speak.

"I'm so sorry! So, so sorry! I'm always this clumsy! Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"

The young Auror apologized frantically, and her hair suddenly turned gray-white to reflect her distress.

The soldier, who was still struggling to breathe, squinted at her changing hair color, coughed a few times, and asked, "Who… are you?"

"Me? I'm Nymphadora Tonks, but you can call me Tonks." Tonks said, still looking guilty. "Hold on, I'll get someone to heal you."

"…You're wizards?"

The soldier had already seen dozens of wizards raising their wands against the Obscurus, but he still asked, "All of you?"

"Yeah, we're all from the British Ministry of Magic."

Tonks nodded, then suddenly realized she had just broken the International Statute of Secrecy. Panic flashed across her face.

Then she remembered—at this point, secrecy hardly mattered. As long as they wiped the Muggles' memories afterward, she wouldn't be breaking any laws.

Feeling relieved, Tonks patted the soldier's arm reassuringly and said:

"Don't worry! A wound like yours will take just a second to heal! And as for that thing up there"— she gestured toward the sky, where the Obscurus raged on—"we'll take care of it soon enough. By the time you wake up tomorrow morning, everything will be back to normal."

The soldier didn't respond. He simply watched as the color-changing-haired witch pulled out her wand and joined the fight against the black mist.

No one paid attention to the Muggle survivors still clinging to life. No one expected them to do anything other than scream and run.

When the Obscurus appeared, the wizards had naturally shifted their focus to fighting it.

Meanwhile, the soldier, coughing up blood, dragged himself toward the ruins of a nearby building.

He was just a low-ranking soldier. He didn't know what an Obscurus was, nor did he understand much about the research being conducted at the base.

But for as long as he could remember, he had been indoctrinated with the belief that, since ancient times, evil wizards were the servants of the devil—the source of endless disasters, the reason for ordinary people's poverty, disease, and misfortune.

And from his perspective, that belief seemed to be true. Everything had been fine before the wizards arrived.

But the moment they showed up, the "black devil mist" appeared out of nowhere. Buildings collapsed like the end of the world, and people were wiped out like weeds being mowed down.

These weren't just numbers or nameless casualties. They were his friends, his comrades, and even someone he cared about.

The soldier crawled with difficulty to the edge of the rubble, and pushed aside debris and corpses until he managed to pull out a machine gun from beneath a body.

With great effort, he dragged his heavy body next to a concrete block, propped up the gun using a nearby rock, and took aim at the wizards.

Blood trickled down his forehead, blurring his vision.

But it didn't matter.

To him, anyone still standing was the enemy.

Including that loud, annoying witch from earlier.

He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger without hesitation—

Ratatatatatatat—

A burst of gunfire roared through the battlefield, bullets raining down like a storm upon the wizards fighting the Obscurus.

Instantly, six or seven wizards were hit, blood bursting from their chests and abdomens. The rest reacted in panic—some hurriedly cast Shield Charms, while others dove for cover.

The once coordinated attack against the Obscurus was thrown into chaos.

With a whoosh, the Obscurus broke free in an instant, and the only thing the wizards managed to hit was a fragment of its shadowy tail.

A streak of magical light flashed from above, twisting the barrel of the machine gun. Dumbledore appeared with a grim face .

With a flick of his wand, the gun flew out of the soldier's hands.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?!"

Scrimgeour, furious, slashed his wand—the concrete block shielding the soldier was blown away, followed by a sharp, echoing explosion.

"Bang!"

Scrimgeour instinctively raised his wand, and conjured a transparent shield—but no attack followed.

Then he saw what had happened.

And in that moment, the lion-like man froze, his rage hitting a dead end.

The soldier had already shot himself.

His head drooped, legs splayed carelessly, as if he were mocking the arrogance of the wizards even in death.

"Help! Somebody help—!"

A young Auror clutched Tonks in his arms, sobbing hysterically as blood soaked through her robes.

"Help her! She's dying!"

"Shut up! Haven't you learned a Blood-Staunching Charm?!"

Scrimgeour snapped angrily, and then limped over and pressed his wand to Tonks' wounds to heal her.

Then, everyone went rigid.

They heard it again.

The howling roar of the Obscurus.

This time, the black mist was charging straight for the wizards.

Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand—a large portion of the Obscurus exploded into pieces.

The black mist shrank violently before suddenly diving into the ground, causing the earth to crack and shift. Moments later, it burst out from another direction, its black tendrils lashing toward a terrified Fudge.

Once again, beams of magic shot toward the Obscurus, but this time, they seemed scattered and uncoordinated.

Scrimgeour's gaze flickered between his dying subordinates and the tense battlefield ahead. Just as he was about to withdraw his wand and abandon the healing spell, a figure suddenly Apparated into the chaos.

"Leave her to me."

Madam Pomfrey swiftly took over the injured witch's treatment.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Several young Aurors exclaimed in relief.

More than 90% of the British Ministry of Magic's staff had once studied at Hogwarts, and anyone who wasn't particularly old had likely been treated by her at some point.

Scrimgeour let out a breath and turned his focus back to fighting the Obscurus. At the same time, he issued an order to the remaining Aurors who could still stand:

"Knock out every single Muggle on this island. Women, children—I don't care! Leave no one awake!"

"But…" The younger Aurors hesitated.

[Wizards must not use magic against Muggles.] This law was clearly written in their legal codes.

Although many wizards didn't strictly follow it, these young Aurors still upheld it as an unshakable principle.

"Do you want to get shot?!" Scrimgeour roared furiously. "Do it! I'll take full responsibility!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

The young Aurors rushed out and began casting Stunning Spells on every Muggle they could find.

Even if a Muggle was already unconscious or had stopped breathing, the Aurors still cast spells on them without hesitation—just to be sure.

…

After hearing the gunfire, Wade immediately returned to the window and observed the chaos in the distance.

Several Aurors were wounded, requiring medical attention. Others were being forced to deal with Muggles, which meant fewer wizards were left to fight the Obscurus.

Meanwhile, the Obscurus itself had grown smarter.

It no longer rushed into the wizards' trap, nor did it dare approach Dumbledore. Instead, it stayed at the outskirts and occasionally ambushed isolated wizards or massacred any remaining Muggles on the island.

The thick industrial-like smoke from the destruction spread everywhere, camouflaging the Obscurus perfectly. No one could tell where its core actually was.

But more than anything, the wizards feared the Obscurus escaping.

A creature with such immense destructive power wreaking havoc in a populated city would cause unimaginable devastation—and, even worse, severely endanger the Statute of Secrecy.

Decades ago, an Obscurus (Credence) had rampaged through New York, leaving behind widespread destruction.

Even though the Ministry had eventually erased the city's traumatic memory using potion-infused rain, there was no guarantee that everyone had forgotten—and even less assurance that every photograph or recording had been destroyed.

What if someone didn't get caught in the rain? What if someone found the experience thrilling instead of traumatic?

The modern wizarding world is like an ostrich, burying its head in the sand—pretending that secrecy is still intact and refusing to acknowledge any evidence to the contrary.

And now, in an era of rapid Muggle technological advancements, concealing such an event had become hundreds of times harder than before.

The only fortunate thing was that, for now, the Obscurus seemed determined to fight to the death on this island—at least, it hadn't tried escaping to other locations yet.

...

"What happened to Mabel?" Haley gripped the bedsheet tightly, her voice was filled with worry. "Is she hurt? Is that why you don't want to tell me?"

"Mabel isn't hurt," Wade replied, pointing outside the window. "She's right there."

The little girl immediately tried to sit up, but suddenly clutched her chest, wincing in pain.

After taking a moment to recover, she still forced herself up and leaned against the window to look outside.

She saw the ruins of buildings, the billowing black mist, wizards wielding wands, and soldiers collapsed on the ground.

A sight that would shatter most people's understanding of the world looked to Haley no different than an unremarkable baseball game on TV.

She stared for a while, then turned back to Wade. "I don't see Mabel anywhere!"

Wade looked into her clear, unwavering eyes. After a brief pause, he finally said, "That black mist—that's Mabel. Because of the pain she's endured, she manifested an Obscurus. She's trapped inside, bound to it as its host."

Haley's eyes widened. She looked at Wade for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the Obscurus and studied it carefully.

Wade couldn't tell if she believed him. After a few seconds, he added:

"I need your help to bring her back—to wake up her humanity. If an Obscurial's emotions and mental state reach a breaking point, they completely lose control and become an Obscurus forever. There's no way back after that."

"Wake her up?"

Haley looked uncertain, but after clenching her fists, she stepped onto the windowsill, opened the window, and took a deep breath.

Wade, who was watching her, was momentarily stunned. "...?"

He had planned to take her somewhere closer to Mabel first, but before he could say anything, Haley opened her mouth to shout.

Wade quickly cast an Amplifying Charm to amplify her voice.

"MABEL——————"

The little girl's sharp, clear voice pierced through the sky, cutting through the darkness and shaking the battlefield to its core.

For a brief moment, everything fell silent.

Then, in an instant, the Obscurus vanished from its spot—a surge of black mist rushed toward them.

Wade grabbed Haley off the windowsill, pulling her against the wall. With a quick flick of his wand, he cast multiple Protego charms.

The next second, the thick black mist poured through the window, swirling inside—before rapidly shrinking, thinning, and fading.

Finally, it condensed into the figure of a frail, pale girl.

Mabel's face was ashen, her expression one of disbelief as she uttered a trembling name—

"H-Haley?"

"Mabel!"

With a joyful cry, Haley threw herself into Mabel's arms.

The two of them held each other tightly, with their faces filled with an expression as if they were still in a dream.

"I was so scared something happened to you!" Haley whispered.

Mabel: "I heard you were dead!"

Their voices overlapped, sounding as if they belonged to a single person.

Wade couldn't help but laugh.

Mabel looked at him with gratitude. "You saved her, didn't you? Thank you."

Wade thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No… The one who truly saved Haley was you. And second, Madam Pomfrey."

By the time he and Mabel had arrived, it had already been too late to save Haley.

The only reason she survived was because Wade reversed time for her. And the only reason he did that… was because Mabel's despair had given birth to the Obscurus.

So, at its core, Mabel had traded her own future to secure Haley's survival.

Mabel didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she just held the little girl tightly, relieved to have her back.

Meanwhile, with the Obscurus suddenly gone, the wizards left in the ruins were dazed and on edge. They remained in defensive formation, bracing for the possibility of another sudden attack.

Standing alone at a high vantage point, Dumbledore gazed into the distance—then suddenly vanished.

A moment later, he reappeared inside the infirmary.

Seeing the two girls talking and embracing, Dumbledore let out a quiet sigh of relief. Smiling, he said, "It seems your plan was a success."

"Fortunately, everything went smoothly," Wade replied.

"By all rights, as the hero of this event, you should be down there, accepting everyone's praise and admiration. Who knows, your photo might even be on the front page of the next Daily Prophet—"

Before Dumbledore could finish, Wade frantically waved his hands. "No, please! Don't put my name in anything. Just pretend I was never here."

Compared to empty praise and titles, Wade valued his Time-Turner far more.

Just think—how many Ministry of Magic laws had he broken today? Any single one of them would give the Ministry the perfect excuse to confiscate his Time-Turner.

Dumbledore chuckled. "That is also my intention. At your age, too much attention wouldn't be good for you. Today's honor could easily turn into tomorrow's ammunition for your enemies."

"So, Professor Snape will escort you back to school. Meanwhile, I'll erase any traces of your Time-Turner usage. Everything you've seen here today—you must not tell anyone."

Wade's expression turned serious as he nodded. "I understand."

He knew the headmaster wasn't trying to erase his contributions, but rather to protect him. An organization capable of orchestrating an event like this… their revenge would surely be just as terrifying.

He hesitated, then asked, "And what about Miss Skeeter? And the children in the dungeons?"

"Don't worry," Dumbledore reassured him. "Everything will be taken care of. After this incident, Miss Skeeter's troubles will finally come to an end as well."

With a flick of his wand, a silver phoenix shot out and disappeared.

Not long after, Professor Snape appeared at the doorway, his face was as dark as ever.

He exchanged a brief glance with the headmaster before grabbing Wade by the shoulder.

In the next instant, they Disapparated, reappearing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Woooaaaahhhhh—!"

From the nearby Quidditch pitch, a thunderous cheer erupted.

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