"Mr Scamander, if you don't mind me asking. Do you have any Yetis here?" Cyrus asked deliberately.
Compared to the Qilin, the magical creatures sealed in that snow and ice were his real target this time!
Following Cyrus' gaze, Newt's expression grew even more somber. He shook his head and said softly, "I.. I don't take in any subhumans here.. Come with me."
He didn't explain further, merely leading Cyrus towards that area.
Soon, they reached the edge of the forest.
"I've cast a separation charm here to divide the different areas. It might be a bit cold to go directly through."
"Don't worry about me."
Cyrus's physical resilience was akin to that of a humanoid Thunderbird. Mere cold was not a concern for him.
They crossed the boundary and came before a mass of black substance, frozen by ice and snow, looking like a pile of black frozen oil.
"This is an Obscurus."
An Obscurus—a dark entity born from the suppressed magical abilities of a young witch or wizard!
"When young witches and wizards continuously suppress their magical abilities, it eventually causes their magic to manifest into such a monster within their bodies! The children who harbor an Obscurus typically don't live past the age of ten, as they can't control the magic and end up being consumed by it," Newt explained.
However, he left one part unsaid.
'If the wizard's magic is strong enough, they can suppress the Obscurus. But as time goes on, the Obscurus becomes more powerful.'
He thought of Credence, also known as Aurelius Dumbledore, Aberforth's son. This extraordinarily gifted wizard suppressed the monster within him for years and eventually began to harness the power of the Obscurus! Unfortunately...
Cyrus approached the Obscurus. This one didn't seem very powerful; otherwise, Newt wouldn't have been able to subdue it.
"It feels like a conglomeration of negative emotions." It was actually the first time for both Cyrus and 16 y/o Tom (memories) to see an Obscurus in person. This dark entity felt to him like the manifestation of negative emotions extracted by ancient magic.
"You're right," Newt confirmed with a nod.
This Obscurus came from a nine-year-old girl. When Newt first encountered her, the situation had already escalated beyond remedy, leaving him with a lasting regret. Over the years, he had been trying to understand how an Obscurus is formed.
"When wizards cast spells, they need strong willpower, as magic inherently contains numerous emotions. When these emotions are suppressed for a long time, the accumulated magic and emotions combine to create such a monster!"
Newt looked at the Obscurus as if he were gazing at a tragic story. And indeed, it was.
Only wizards who severely repress their magical abilities and live in constant pain for years can give birth to an Obscurus in their most vulnerable moments.
"They can't even be considered magical creatures; they're just a fusion of magic and negative emotions, but they seem to come to life unexpectedly, with their minds only focused on destruction."
Cyrus lowered his head, his golden eyes glowing as if trying to see through the essence of this dark entity.
Newt noticed the extraordinary nature of Cyrus at that moment. He took a step back to avoid obstructing Cyrus while also subtly observing those golden eyes.
When he looked into those eyes, he felt as if he were gazing at a noble Thunderbird.
Those eyes seemed to proclaim their nobility, and even though their gazes were almost at the same level, it gave Newt the impression of being looked down upon from the heavens.
However, Newt wasn't too surprised.
In the wizarding world, there are occasionally one or two individuals with talents surpassing those of ordinary wizards, such as Parselmouths, Metamorphmagi, and Seers.
Having a pair of magical eyes, though rare, wasn't entirely unheard of.
Hmm.. Speaking of which, Grindelwald also had an unusual eye.
Gradually, the light in Cyrus's eyes seemed to fade. Now, looking into his eyes no longer had that captivating effect.
"So? Did you find anything?" Newt asked.
Cyrus didn't answer. He merely picked up his wand and gently tapped it on the Obscurus. Then he closed his eyes. In his mind, it felt as if a drop of water had fallen into a calm lake, and the memories of the four Guardians unfolded in his mind—
The scene of Morgana using ancient magic to extract the painful emotions from her father's heart played out like an old film, repeatedly, without missing a single detail.
"Emotion extraction"
Without incantation, simply by casting, Cyrus's wand flicked upward, as if extracting a strand of black thread.
"What is this?" Newt asked, his face showing disgust. The black substance twisted and knotted like several living parasites, oozing pus.
"It is pure evil," Cyrus said softly.
At this moment, the thing swirling at the tip of Cyrus's wand was the same as the magic Voldemort had performed through the goblin Ranrok. It contained extremely powerful magical energy but didn't look very remarkable.
Having lost this part of its emotions, the Obscurus seemed to lose its heart, rapidly withering in the ice and turning into sludge.
"Oh Merlin! How did you do that?" Newt asked in astonishment.
Even Dumbledore couldn't achieve this. Though he could kill an Obscurus, he couldn't extract its darkness. Otherwise, Credence wouldn't have had to meet his tragic end.
"This is ancient magic."
Cyrus resisted the urge to swallow the substance, instead sealing it in a container.
This was a perfect specimen!
Cyrus did not intend to give up the powerful force left by Morgana, but he also couldn't risk himself. Now with this sample, he could make more thorough preparations to ensure his soul wouldn't be tainted by those "malicious" energies while gaining power.
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