Vizette opened the letter and saw an acceptance letter with his name on it.
Having just experienced the wonders of magic, he was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
During this time, he had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of his university admission notice.
In addition to the admission notice, there was another thick piece of parchment with a list of books and items required for enrollment.
There was no tuition fee for attending Hogwarts; students only needed to purchase the required items themselves.
Vizette's previous life was spent in an orphanage. This unique experience made him particularly sensitive in certain ways—he became exceptionally cautious when money was involved.
However, he had an even more important question: "Professor McGonagall, wasn't Luna's acceptance letter... delivered by you?"
McGonagall explained, "She's not old enough to enroll yet. She'll be able to join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a freshman next year."
Vizette turned to Luna and asked, "Then why do you still make me call you 'sister'?"
"I've always wanted a younger brother I could protect," Luna said with a bright smile, her tone slightly playful. "I've fulfilled my responsibilities as an older sister, haven't I?"
McGonagall pointed her wand at the steel cage, which floated into the air and swayed as it came to her side.
"I need to investigate thoroughly why this snake appeared here."
"An investigation?" Vizette thought of something. "Professor McGonagall, you mean… this was a deliberate attack?"
McGonagall sighed softly. "Vizette, you are an Obscurial. Other wizards will look at you differently. You should understand that, right?"
"Now that you mention it, I understand…" Vizette thought of many things. "They think I'm an outsider and instinctively want to reject me."
"In their eyes, I must be a ticking time bomb. If I were a student's parent… I would also have to consider my child's safety."
"You understand perfectly!" McGonagall adjusted her glasses, revealing surprise and admiration behind the clear lenses. "Like Headmaster Dumbledore, I have great confidence in you."
"You are definitely a very talented child, and I look forward to your performance at Hogwarts. You don't need to worry about the rest; we will take care of it for you."
"Oh, right! A letter will be delivered here in a while, and someone will take you to Diagon Alley to buy the items on that list."
Leaving behind these words, she disappeared into the vortex along with the steel cage.
...
As night fell, just as Vizette was about to mend his clothes, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Please come in!"
Entering the room was Xenophilius, Luna's father, an unkempt middle-aged man.
His long, light blonde hair hung down over his shoulders, looking sticky and matted.
He also had deep dark circles under his eyes, which made him look somewhat decadent.
He pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Vizette. "This seems to be our first...face-to-face conversation? Are you mending clothes?"
"The clothes got accidentally torn." Vizette put down his needlework.
As Xenophilius said, it was indeed their first time communicating face-to-face.
Xenophilius is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler and usually works on the second floor;
He also took care of three meals a day and told Luna bedtime stories, barely managing to balance his career and life.
"Luna told me everything," Xenophilius said seriously. "You protected her… I have to thank you."
"She protected me." Vizette waved his hand. "She pushed me away immediately, and it was Professor McGonagall who saved us in the end."
Compared to his usual somewhat decadent look as a middle-aged man, the serious Xenophilius now seemed somewhat unfamiliar to him.
"No, no, no!" Xenophilius shook his head repeatedly. "Because of work, I can't spend much time with her, and she plays by herself most of the time."
"Besides watching 'The Quibbler,' she also waters the plants in the garden. Since you came, she smiles more... even the colorful fish she catches are much bigger!"
Vizette laughed. "I've learned a lot from Luna."
"In short! Although I still don't understand why the Ministry of Magic put you in my house..." Xenophilius stood up.
He placed his hand on Vizette's shoulder, like a king crowning a knight, "But! I acknowledge you now!"
Seeing Xenophilius's appearance, Vizette was both amused and exasperated.
However, he also realized one thing—
Today, he and Luna's family have achieved true mutual acceptance.
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Late at night, the fireplace in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office crackled, the flames turning emerald green, and McGonagall emerged from it.
Dumbledore put down the documents in his hand, stood up, and asked, "Minerva, why are you back so late? Did something happen?"
"There was indeed some trouble." McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "When I went to deliver the admission notice, I encountered a venomous snake."
Dumbledore frowned. "Runespoor? Is Vizette alright?"
"He's fine!" McGonagall nodded. "I've asked Kingsley to help with the investigation, and I'm sure we'll have results soon."
"That Runespoor was very old. By the time I brought it to Kingsley, it had already lost all vital signs. The person who could keep a Runespoor alive must be someone of high status."
"I suspect that the person who released the Runespoor was hoping to cause the Obscurus to go berserk through this attack, thereby attracting more controversy."
"As expected!" Dumbledore sighed. "But I think Vizette's performance was somewhat unexpected, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Vizette is a gifted child!" McGonagall smiled slightly. "Not only did he avoid being attacked by the Runespoor, he also protected Luna Lovegood."
"Luna Lovegood? Things seem to be more complicated than I thought!" Dumbledore walked to a cabinet and took out an old-fashioned stone basin.
The basin's mouth was engraved with countless mysterious inscriptions and was filled with a silvery substance that was ethereal and dazzling.
"The Pensieve?" McGonagall drew her wand, pressed the tip against her temple, and pulled out a shimmering silver thread.
The silk threads melted as they fell into the Pensieve, and Dumbledore bent down and buried his face in the basin.
Dumbledore put the Pensieve back, sat down in the chair with his fingers interlaced, and looked somewhat wistful.
"Wandless spellcasting... no! It's even more ancient, a spellcasting method used by wizards before wands became widespread. It's truly brilliant!"
Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement. "I sensed an incredibly pure protective instinct in that shield magic! Could he be considered self-taught?"
"Perhaps the guidance of others is also important." Dumbledore smiled. "Cornelius stumbled upon the perfect wizarding family for Vizette."
Professor McGonagall's tone was slightly helpless, "If it's just about to train imagination, 'The Quibbler' can indeed be effective."
"Yes!" Dumbledore's smile widened. "Minerva, which house do you think Vizette will be sorted into?"