HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

Dumbledore's voice brought her back to her senses:

"The Obscurus can be stripped away. Newt once stripped the Obscurus from a Sudanese girl, but unfortunately, she died."

"It was very risky... but you said you'd rather die than live like this... so I tried it, right here in this basement."

"In a way, the stripping was successful and your body didn't die; but, I also failed."

Jian Yu thought about his inexplicable time travel.

"So...this has something to do with my soul?"

Dumbledore sighed, then remained silent for a moment and said guiltily:

"Yes, I thought everything was too simple."

"I should have thought of this long ago. The pain and despair that are born silently in the depths of the soul, stripping it away will naturally affect the soul..."

"Your soul was torn apart, your memory was destroyed, and only a small fragment of your soul and a bit of consciousness remained in your body to maintain your body."

"I sealed the Obscurus here and brought you back to Hogwarts, hoping that you could go to school like everyone else..."

Jian Yu stared at the ink-like silent mass in a daze. Its attraction seemed to become stronger, a kind of tingling in the soul...

"So you...had already noticed the changes in my soul? I mean, when school started?"

If only soul fragments remained in the body, then the changes in her soul caused by her traveling across time should have attracted Dumbledore's attention.

Dumbledore smiled, and this topic seemed to make him feel better:

"Of course. Didn't you realize that you are the main soul that was torn apart and disappeared?"

"Although a broken mirror cannot be mended, and there is still a crack in your soul, at least they are put together, right?"

"The obsession of the Obscurus was formed - hatred of magic, repression and trauma caused the soul to split during the stripping."

“So when you gradually eliminate these obsessions and pains, the soul should close.”

Jian Yu suddenly understood.

Therefore, her time travel during the Sorting Ceremony was not accidental, but the process of her own soul fusion!

Her torn soul, the main soul forgot everything, went to the modern era and gradually grew up, and no longer hated magic; but the other soul fragment still retained the fear and obsession with magic, and remained in the body to support the functioning of the body.

The so-called original owner was herself. She was not dead. It was just a small piece of her childhood soul that was torn apart!

The entrance ceremony represented her initial acceptance of magic, which was the reason she returned to her body;

And the Boggart that had transformed into an Obscurus was transformed into a black ball of yarn by her "funny trick", marking her successful victory over her fear of magic.

The elimination of obsession allows the soul to be pieced together -

In other words, she who was broken closed up!

"Can I touch it?"

She murmured and reached out her hand, trying to touch the silence.

Dumbledore seemed to want to stop him, but he made no sound. He moved his lips, and thousands of words turned into one sentence:

"Be careful."

Her fingertips passed through the magic energy field smoothly and touched the black mist, which was originally a part of her body. Now she was no longer afraid -

The silence seemed to come alive, it began to move, like ink melting...

But it was very docile, and there was no sign at all that it was an unstable dark force.

It slid along her fingertips, palms, arms and into her body.

The whole process was not uncomfortable at all, but it was like a long-lost relative returning home and meeting her...

She felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, and her soul, bones, blood vessels, and muscles in her body were all clamoring for the return of strength...

Some fragmentary, incompletely destroyed memory fragments emerged in her mind, the belt of the orphanage director... the punches and kicks of the children... the silent explosion... hatred and despair... people's terrified shouts... Dumbledore's resistance...

But she didn't feel any pain anymore.

The thought in her mind moved slightly, and silently it flowed out of her body like black dough, allowing her to knead it into a flat or round shape.

"You did it." Dumbledore looked at this scene, his eyes moistened, "You successfully controlled it... You cured... the first in history..."

"I feel it." Jian Yu suddenly said, "It's not just hatred and suppression of magic... In fact, it's also protecting me."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully: "Protection?"

Jian Yu did not continue speaking. She felt an unprecedented touch and her heart was hot and swelling.

She waved her hand. When her emotions reached their peak, she didn't even need to use her wand:

"Expecto Patronum!"

A silver ball whizzed out from her fingertips, with a shiny, translucent silver-white core, and the fluid raged in the basement...

"Merlin - this -"

Dumbledore muttered, barely able to speak.

"Yes, protection." Jian Yu looked at the silver ball steadily. "Apart from the pain and despair... it uses its own power to protect me from being abused. It was born out of hatred and repression of magic, but it is burning itself for self-protection."

"Yeah... that makes sense..." Dumbledore seemed to understand something. Their conversation awakened his long-forgotten memories. "Because he calmed down when he met someone he could trust, he targeted someone who had caused harm to him or his loved ones..."

"It's protecting... Credence is protecting himself and his sister Modesty, and Ariana is protecting herself and us..."

He suddenly walked up to her and hugged her tightly. Jian Yu realized that he was crying silently because hot drops of water dripped on her neck.

"Thank you," she whispered.

......

"Who would have thought that this small orphanage could hold so many hidden talents."

Dumbledore sighed as he was bent over and knocking around in the first room on the corridor on the third floor of the orphanage.

"What are you doing?" Jian Yu asked in confusion.

She found that her guardian had been lying under the bed for five or six minutes.

"I'm looking for—ouch—my waist!"

Dumbledore crawled out from under the bed, panting, holding his waist with one hand, his head and face covered with dust.

"Did I ever tell you...Jade."

"Fifty-seven years ago...I took another child from here..."

"I don't think so. Who is he?" Jian Yu asked curiously.

Dumbledore sighed, obviously troubled by this:

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."