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Everyone standing in the dormitory was convinced, certain, and guaranteed that Chris hadn't committed the theft. However, this was only circumstantial evidence, not direct evidence. Although the missing ornaments had been recovered, if someone was indeed trying to frame Chris, the situation seemed more serious than a simple theft.

A thief might only be motivated by greed, but someone who frames another is simply 'dangerous.' Such a person is extremely dangerous to both teachers and students at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall looked at the large pile of gold coins on the ground and said. "Listen to my instructions. First, Slytherin's little snakes, please collect your lost items to prevent them from being stolen again."

"Mr. Chris, although I believe you didn't commit this act, I require you to stay at Hogwarts and not leave the school until the real culprit is found! Can you do that?" Professor McGonagall turned to ask Cree.

"No problem! Even if you expel me, I will stay at Hogwarts until this despicable culprit is found!" Chris said decisively.

"Very good!" Professor McGonagall gave a nod of approval.

"Severus, I think we need to talk to the headmaster about this. Do you think it's necessary?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I will write a letter to the headmaster," Snape said.

Professor McGonagall replied, "That would be excellent, of course!"

Professor McGonagall arranged everything. Before leaving, she asked with great doubt, "Why were you carrying so many gold coins?"

"Just like I said earlier, these gold coins are just a little pocket money for me... they're not much..." Chris explained.

Professor McGonagall and the others were speechless again, and the matter was temporarily put on hold.

After everyone left the dormitory, Hermione suddenly almost collapsed on a vacant bed: "I was so scared just now! I thought you were really going to be expelled!"

"At Hogwarts, only Headmaster Dumbledore has the right to expel students, but in reality, he has never expelled any student in the past few decades, no matter how outrageous their actions..." Chris thought of Ginny in the future-wielding Voldemort's training manual, 'The Diary of Tom Riddle,' wreaking havoc at Hogwarts. In the end, she even graduated successfully and married Harry.

"How about we go find Harry and the others for lunch together?" Chris suggested.

"Of course, no problem!" Hermione and Chris went to find Harry because the weather in September was still quite hot. When Hermione pushed open the door to Harry's dormitory, she saw two boys changing clothes with their upper bodies bare.

"Oh, God!" Hermione said, "My eyes are going to be blind!"

"Your muscles are clearly not as developed as mine!" Chris joked.

After some playful banter, the five of them got dressed and went to the dining hall together. Harry. Ron, Neville, and Hermione, plus Chris.

After the five of them sat down, Harry looked at the huge bag Hermione was carrying and asked suspiciously, "Miss Granger, are those all the books you borrowed?"

"Of course! I borrowed related books for each of our courses-for example, this one is a collection of magical spells written by a Charms master, and this one, this is the Potions name of that annoying Snape it's special because this book was actually compiled by Snape himself, he's the sole author."

"And these, Herbology. Astronomy... I have all the school's courses. Would you like to take a look at one?" Hermione asked.

Harry and Ron almost shook their heads off... Letting two underachievers study advanced charm courses is worse than letting them steal from the Slytherin dormitory...

Chris gnawed on a large steak, It was amazing that something that looked like a steak actually tasted. like chicken and was crunchy....

"Harry, aren't there five people in your dormitory? Where are the other two?" Hermione asked.

"Don't mention it! Dean is a study fanatic and a workaholic. He took on a small task in Herbology class to take care of the greenhouse. He's probably taking care of the flowers and plants with Professor Sprout right now!" Ron said.

"Seamus became a fanatic after learning about Quidditch... You know, the kind who wishes he could sleep with the Golden Snitch twenty-four hours a day! He went to watch the Quidditch players train in the yard early this morning," Harry continued.

"I remember you were also pulled into the Quidditch team, weren't you?" Chris asked in confusion, "Didn't you train?"

"I'm just a substitute, and the training for new substitutes is only on Sundays." Harry said.

Because Harry hadn't experienced the same events as in the original story, his Seeker talent hadn't been discovered yet. Although he was pulled into the team, he wasn't valued.

"Have you guys finished Snape's essay?" Ron suddenly asked Hermione as lunch was almost over.

"Of course! I finished it last night!" Hermione said confidently, "I bet Chris hasn't finished it!"

"Well, there's still a week anyway. Isn't this kind of thing easy as long as you have hands?" Chris said casually.

"Snape is a disgusting guy! Neville was injured yesterday, but Snape treated him so badly. Snape is like a pathetic slug!" Ron said.

"Don't say that, it's because I'm too stupid..." Neville's weak voice came over. "I'm really too stupid; I can't remember those complicated steps, so it's my own responsibility for getting hurt."

"Don't say that!" Hermione said: "People will always have things they're not good at! It's impossible for humans to be omniscient and omnipotent, that's something only gods can do."

Hermione continued: "It's a sin if it's because of laziness, but if it's because of a talent you're not good at, you don't have to be inferior or frustrated!"

"Everyone is like a natural stone, bound to be full of flaws and imperfections. Only through hard work and polishing can they become gems! Neville, you have to believe that you are not a fool; you are just a buried genius!"

After listening to Hermione's words, Neville perked up. Cree raised his hands and applauded. Following Chris applause, Harry and Ron also clapped. Neville followed suit, applauding Hermione's speech together.

Following Hermione's speech, Chris also expressed his expectations for Hermione for the first time: "The magical world is really too small. I think you should run for Prime Minister of the United Kingdom! You might be the second female Prime Minister of the United Kingdom! Even you should try to unify Europe and become the first female President of the European Union!"

"If you don't have any expectations for the Muggle Prime Minister, I think you should be elected to the Order of Merlin, First Class, and eventually become the most shining star in the entire magical world!"

Hermione's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course!" Chris said decisively: "The Minister of Magic is just a puppet anyway. Of course, you can become someone who far surpasses these so-called Ministers of Magic! If you can really unify the European magical world, perhaps centuries later, wizards will have forgotten Dumbledore, but they will still remember you!

At that time, the ghost professor of Magical History will say: 'Oh! Look, this lady on the cover of the textbook is Ms. Hermione-once my student!' Hehe, just thinking about it is exciting!"

"I hope so!" The sparkle in Hermione's eyes became even brighter.

[Loli Cultivation Plan, Step One Activated!] Chris said silently in his heart.

The Saturday ended with accompanying Hermione in studying magic books. It was curfew when Chris returned to the dormitory. After closing the door. Chris took out a pendant from a bed leg in the corner.

That's right This is Chris pet, the ghost cat.

Chris was thinking about the framed matter all day. Chris is the kind of person who seeks revenge from morning till night. How could he wait for Professor McGonagall to give a definite answer?

Except for Hermione, no one knew that Chris had a ghost cat, so Chris always kept his pet in the dormitory, acting as a guard dog-okay-a guard cat.

Throughout the summer vacation, Chris had been trying to communicate with the ghost cat. Chris gave the black cat a nice name: [Detective]. Together, it is [Black Cat Detective].

After Chris long communication, Chris basically understood the black cat's abilities and related things....

Detective is a female cat, or rather, she was a female cat when she was alive. She had powerful magic when she was alive, but Chris didn't know how she got it.

However, after she died, most of her magic dissipated. The current black cat can still cast two or three spells, such as Lumos Solem. In addition to magic, the cat also has a normal sense of smell, even more powerful than when she was alive, because the ghost state actually uses the whole body to contact the air, which can more accurately judge some smells.

In general, the Detective is slightly smarter than a normal cat, but not by much. Chris thinks that the Detective's IQ is roughly equivalent to that between a Golden Retriever and a German Shepherd-simple commands can be understood, but it cannot understand every word you say in addition, she is a cat from Egypt, and has been resold countless times, wandering all over the European continent.

Later, she was brought to England, and has lived here for at least fifty or sixty years. Chris always thought that the Detective was a Ragdoll cat, but in fact she just looked like a Ragdoll cat. The Ragdoll cat appeared much later than the Detective's lifespan.

Chris always wanted to know the exact lifespan of the Detective, but unfortunately, this cat lady absolutely couldn't understand numbers exceeding double digits.

"Detective, I have something to ask you," Chris stroked the cat lady ghosts can be touched, provided two things: first, it is willing to be touched by you and actively accepts your caress; second, it can only be a wizard or other magical being-Muggles can never touch a ghost.

"Meow-!" The cat lady's call means OK.

"Yesterday during the day, when I was not in the dormitory, did you see anyone else come here?" Chris asked.

"Meow." A very short sound, indicating: "A very certain tone,"

"Do you remember his appearance?" Chris continued to ask.

"Meow..." A slightly longer sound, indicating: "Not so sure, but still equivalent to yes!"

"Is he a young man? I mean, an underage person?" Chris continued to give the Black Cat Detective questions.

"Meow!" The Detective was very sure.

"Is he taller than me?"

"Meow." Taller than Chris, and quite a bit taller.

Chris current height is five feet five inches, so an underage person taller than him must be a high-grade wizard.

Chris talked to the cat lady sentence by sentence. Finally, Chris described such an image: [A male wizard of about sixteen or seventeen years old, thin and tall, from Gryffindor House, without glasses, wearing a pair of leather shoes, curly hair, came to Chris dormitory around nine o'clock on Friday morning, and only did one thing, opened the closet and put down the cloth bag. He only stayed in Chris dormitory for more than forty seconds...]

After Chris reconstructed it, he found that this planner was indeed targeting him. Although the scope was determined, the Black Cat Lady could not give enough information for Chris to find the framer.

Chris sat down, took out a notebook, and wrote on the second page: [Be sure to find the framer and teach him a hard lesson!]

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On Sunday morning, Chris was continuing to look for the reason why he couldn't release magic, but an owl came to Chris side.

"Please come to the office on the third floor!" There was a note on the owl's paw.

Chris thought for a while, this should be Professor McGonagall's note!

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom is over there, and the handwriting also looks like Professor McGonagall's handwriting.

Leaving the library and arriving at the office on the third floor, it was indeed Professor McGonagall's room.

"Professor McGonagall! Hello!" Chris said as he pushed the door in.

"Hello! Young man!" Professor McGonagall said kindly: "Would you like something to drink? Of course, I definitely don't have alcohol here."

"Can I have some Chinese tea? Do you have it here?"

"Of course! It's here..." Professor McGonagall took out a small bag, but what was written on the bag was actually Japanese. It seems that Professor McGonagall really bought it back from a foreigner.

The two didn't say anything useful. After a conversation, Professor McGonagall changed the subject and suddenly asked: "Do you know what an Obscurus is?"

"Obscurus?" Chris repeated the word-Obscurus, this word originally means "darkness", or similar meaning. But in the wizarding world, Obscurus has a specific meaning they refer to a kind of wizard, to be precise, some wizards with a bad reputation.

In his previous life, many people liked to comment like this: Obscurials are formed in very special environments, trauma related to the use of magic, inner hatred of their own magic and consciously trying to suppress it.

When a wizarding child is forced to suppress their magic due to physical or psychological abuse, they experience extreme emotional distress, creating a dark parasitic magical force known as an Obscurus. When they reach their emotional and mental breaking point, an Obscurial may lose control of their body and then release themselves (the Obscurus), forming an invisible (or almost invisible) extremely destructive wind. In extreme cases, their bodies may directly transform into an Obscurus.

In other words-Obscurial children or wizards are actually psychopaths, and have reached the "late stage", eventually forming a morbid curse and spell.

In general, this is a group of poor people.

Of course, Credence Barebone knew that, to put it simply, an Obscurus was actually a kind of PTSD: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder a mental illness common among soldiers and police officers.

Credence nodded at Professor McGonagall and said, "An Obscurus is actually a kind of mental illness. In Muggle terms, it's a disease similar to Stockholm Syndrome."

Professor McGonagall didn't understand what Credence was talking about with Stockholm Syndrome, but she could roughly guess what Credence meant: "It's good that you know."

Professor McGonagall explained, "Obscurus, meaning 'the Dark One,' are actually caused by the inability to release magic for a long time, which ultimately leads to the magic not flowing smoothly, resulting in a malformation. Every Obscurial will eventually go mad in the final stage. The magic will develop a self-awareness, or rather, their soul will be eroded by the magic ultimately, this person's soul will merge with the Obscurus, becoming a sentient Obscurial. Very few Obscurials live past the age of ten. Some information I have indicates that from the Middle Ages to the present, only three Obscurials in the entire European region have exceeded the age of 11. There may be omissions, but it's largely the same..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Chris with a subtle hint of sympathy in her eyes: "I suspect you are an Obscurial!"

Chris thought for a moment: "Impossible!"

"There are actually two types of Obscurials. One is the active Obscurial, caused by an unsuitable environment leading to the stagnation of magic and magical power. The other is the passive Obscurial, caused by some defects or characteristics in the body that prevent magic from being released smoothly."

"Of course, the ending for both is the same they will eventually go mad and die...." Professor McGonagall explained.

"Are you suspecting that I am a passive Obscurial?" Chris asked.

"Yes! I have been observing you continuously for the past week, but you have not released even the smallest spell, or any magical fluctuation! I think you yourself have realized this problem!" Professor McGonagall said.

Chris replied, "It is true that I have not been able to release any magic in the past! But can you rashly conclude that I am an Obscurial based on this? Why can't you say that I am a Squib?"

"You have very strong magical fluctuations! This is simply not something a Squib can do, such as Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts if you have seen him, you should be able to feel it, that body is like a dried-up spring."

Chris thought carefully, Indeed, Filch, as the caretaker of Hogwarts and the only Squib, as a wizard, doesn't even need special perception. Just by relying on a wizard's intuition, one can feel that Mr. Filch has absolutely no magical fluctuations and is a complete Squib.

Professor McGonagall said, "I think I can ask you a few questions in order to further determine!"

"Please ask!" Chris also wanted to understand whether he was an Obscurial or not. If he really was an Obscurial, he would have to find a way to solve the matter.

"Since you were a child until now, have there been any magical outbursts? Do you know what I mean by magical outbursts?" McGonagall asked.

"Hermione and Harry have both told me, but it seems like I haven't. At least, in my memory, I have never had a magical outburst," Chris said.

"Then how long have you been training magic? From when you came into contact with the first real spell?"

Chris replied, "It's been 57 days. The first spell I came into contact with was 'Scourgify, but even now I can't even ruffie a single strand of hair!"

Chris said here, explaining. "I can feel that there is extremely powerful magic hidden within my body. I have observed the students and professors of Hogwarts, and I am certain that no one can compare to my total amount of magic perhaps only Mr. Dumbledore can slightly match me."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "You are only 11 years old now. Even Headmaster Dumbledore only possessed such strong magic after years of tempering after adulthood!"

"I'm basically certain!" Chris said, "I can indeed sense the magical fluctuations on everyone, such as Professor McGonagall, you are only about two-thirds to three-quarters of Headmaster Dumbledore's."

Professor McGonagall looked at Chris in shock. After what seemed like a dozen seconds, she said seriously, "Your situation seems to be more serious than I imagined, You are so sensitive to magic. As you said, my magic is indeed only two-thirds of Dumbledore's. But if that's the case, the value of your own magic that you sense is quite accurate. With such enormous magic, once you lose control, the Obscurus that forms will be an incredibly terrifying existence!"

Chris thought for a moment and explained, "Perhaps you are exaggerating a bit, I don't feel anything unusual Obscurials should at least have some psychological obstacles, but I don't feel any of these things..."

"Hopefully!" Professor McGonagall said, "Let me get to the point. I suspect you are an Obscurial, so I am planning to introduce you to an association,"

"Association?" Chris asked.

"Yes, to be precise: The Obscurial Hope Association!" Professor McGonagall said..

"From ancient times to the present, Obscurials have been a stubborn problem, so there have always been a few wizards with extremely high achievements who have tried to solve this problem. The association was founded three hundred and fifty years ago, when the top magicians and alchemists tried to save wizards who had become Obscurials in the flames. They named it Hope!"

"That's a good name!" Chris said.

"After more than three hundred years of ups and downs, the association now has about 120 members. of various kinds distributed throughout Europe, and a very few living in the Americas. The existence of the association has two purposes:

First, to discover Obscurials in advance to avoid losses.

Second, to hope to study the existence of Obscurials and ultimately save them!" Professor McGonagall explained.

"Are you a member of the association?" Chris asked.

"I am not only a member of the association, I am even a senior member. The association is divided into three levels: Committee, Senior, and Hopeful," Professor McGonagall said, "Are you interested in joining now?"

"Why not?" Chris said, "It sounds good. Anyway, I can't find a better solution right now."

"Welcome to join!" Professor McGonagall said happily.