"It's Fawkes, a Phoenix and my companion," Dumbledore said softly.
"It's truly beautiful," the young man said.
The young man gave up struggling when he saw the Phoenix, as he felt a sense of closeness from his bloodline, or perhaps these two people truly knew his origins.
Ever since he transmigrated to this place, he didn't even know his name, let alone his parents.
He only vaguely knew his name was Augustus, but his surname was unknown.
The young man thought to himself.
Watching the young man in front of him give up struggling and begin to ponder, Dumbledore smiled and said loudly, "Hold tight, Fawkes, let's go."
"What, wait! I still have a lot of things to get!" the young man exclaimed, but before he could finish speaking, the Phoenix flew to Dumbledore's head, and golden flames began to burn around the two of them.
"My money, motherf***er!" Along with an American curse, the flames consumed their figures, and they vanished into the night.
Augustus felt as if he had been squeezed into a rubber pipe, and after a short while, he was spat out of it.
This sensation of being compressed was truly unbearable.
Augustus stood up and shouted loudly at the old man in front of him, "Who exactly are you, and where is this place? You also need to compensate me for my losses! Do you know how much money I had in that deal?"
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and replied, "My boy, your name is Augustus Dumbledore, and you are a Wizard."
Augustus was stunned for a moment.
"I'm a Wizard, and my surname is Dumbledore? I didn't expect that I didn't just transmigrate, but I came to the Magical World, to Harry Potter's world.
This is truly unbelievable."
"My surname is Dumbledore, so what is your relationship with me? You're not really my father, are you?" Augustus said, looking at the old man in front of him with a strange expression.
"This question is a bit complicated to explain.
Let's discuss it in my Headmaster's Office.
Oh, and welcome to the Magical World, welcome to Hogwarts."
As Dumbledore spoke, he waved his hand, and a magnificent and majestic ancient castle slowly appeared before the two of them.
"Come on, my boy, you will get the answers you seek," Dumbledore said faintly.
Augustus looked at the ancient castle before him, which had appeared countless times in his dreams in his previous world, took a deep breath, firmed his resolve, and slowly followed Dumbledore inside.
Inside the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore sat behind his desk, watching the young man in front of him.
He seemed a little nervous but was also very curious, looking around, his eyes filled with curiosity and surprise.
Those eyes were so unique; his right eye was sapphire blue, like a blue gem or clear seawater under the sun, without a speck of dust.
His left eye was golden, dazzling like the sun, making it hard to meet his gaze.
"He looks so much like a young Dumbledore, only the hair color is different, and those eyes are so charming!" The paintings on the wall began to argue, starting with exclamations about the similarity between the old man and the young man, then turning into a debate about who was more handsome in their youth.
"Dumbledore was very handsome when he was young, but his black curly hair was too common.
This young man's light golden straight hair is clearly more noble and handsome," a tall painting shouted loudly.
After a moment of calm, the paintings began to discuss in whispers.
Finally, a lady's painting said, "You are right, Principal Phoenix, we all agree that this young man is more handsome.
Dumbledore lost out on his hair and temperament."
Dumbledore, hearing this, again had a black line on his forehead, then softly said, "Alright everyone, I still need to answer this young man's questions.
Could you perhaps go for a stroll elsewhere for a while? Many thanks."
Hearing Dumbledore starting to shoo them away, the paintings stopped their discussion and left their frames one after another.
The old man named Phoenix glared at Dumbledore, muttered "Stingy," and also left in a huff.
"Alright, now no one will disturb us.
You can ask any questions you have, and I will answer them for you," Dumbledore said to the young man in front of him.
The young man composed himself and then calmly said, "My name, my origin, and how you found me."
Dumbledore thought for a moment upon hearing this, then remained silent for a short while before answering.
"Your name is Augustus Dumbledore.
I knew your location through Newt.
The two people you robbed work for the Black Crow Group; they are a gang of international magical creature smugglers.
You used magic when dealing with them, which allowed us to pinpoint your location.
As for your origin, I'm not sure if I should tell you right now."
"magic?" Augustus asked.
"Yes, magic.
You should have felt your uniqueness, like your method of enhancing your athletic ability; that is magic, your innate ability," Dumbledore replied with a smile.
"So it's magic.
When I first felt this strange energy in my body, I thought I was some kind of mutant.
It seems I can't be Magneto, only a Wizard." Augustus thought silently.
"But why do I only have one year of memories? I was already a young man when I woke up.
Also, why am I in the United States, and what is your relationship with me? Don't hide it from me; I have the right to know everything about myself," Augustus said seriously, then stared into the old man's eyes with his own.
Looking into those eyes, Dumbledore became momentarily lost in thought.
Those eyes were so similar to his; he had also been drawn to those eyes that summer, and that summer was the most beautiful memory of his life.
Dumbledore paused, sighed, and said wearily, "You are my bloodline.
Don't be so quick to deny it.
You were not born naturally; your birth originated from an ancient magic.
In 1955, we created you with magic, but life created by magic cannot produce a soul.
However, your body continued to grow, and your magical power continuously increased.
We feared you would be killed by uncontrolled magic, so we had to seal you away.
But a year ago, the seal was broken, and you gained a soul—a powerful soul, strong enough to be two souls merged into one.
You can now control the rampant magic within your body."
"It seems this body has an extraordinary origin.
The original body had a soul, but it was too weak and suppressed by magic.
After my transmigration, my soul merged with it, and it awakened." Augustus pondered silently.
"By the way, when did you create me?" Augustus asked meekly.
"1955," Dumbledore replied with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Augustus could only silently curse in his heart, "F***."