A magic riot generally occurs in underage Wizards and can be understood as magic leaking because the vessel is not strong enough.
This leakage is beyond the Wizard’s conscious control and causes the young Wizard to briefly lose consciousness during this period.
And the Kate before them had clearly lost control of her magic.
Everything in the room was picked up and torn apart by the storm formed by the leaking magic.
The entire house was shaking, appearing as if it might collapse at any moment.
Above the roof, Dark Clouds were drawn together by a mysterious force.
A thick bolt of lightning, accompanied by booming thunder, tore through the night and fell from the distant sky.
Lightning fell like rain, striking the house.
Everything inside the building shook violently.
The furnishings inside the room were reduced to countless fragments by the sweeping storm.
Everywhere the eye could see was filled with a terrifying aura.
Within the storm, Dumbledore stood in front of Rand, looking up in disbelief at the tiny figure at the center of the storm.
This was absolutely not something a normal young Wizard’s magic riot could trigger!
He stared at Kate’s figure and waved his wand.
“Protego!”
“Incarcerous!”
Two spells were cast in quick succession.
A shield instantly protected Kate’s position, just blocking a wooden plank flying straight toward her.
Immediately after, the wand tip produced a rope that bound Kate within the storm.
Rand rushed forward, his wand glowing as he moved aside everything blocking his path.
Behind him, Dumbledore gave his wand a heavy flick with a grave expression, and the storm in the room finally began to subside.
“Young Mistress…”
Reaching out to catch the completely unconscious Kate, Rand knelt on the ground, his brow deeply furrowed.
“I’m sorry,” Dumbledore stepped forward slowly, “I didn’t expect her to have such a large emotional surge after learning the cause of her parents’ deaths.”
As he spoke, he used Mending Charms to restore everything that had been messed up here to its original state.
Finally, he crouched down in front of him.
“Rand, the magic in her body is too unusual. Even a normal adult Wizard wouldn’t possess such massive power.”
Lightning on the horizon tore through the heavens, making the faces of the three people in the dim room clearly visible.
The usually neatly dressed Old Butler held his Young Mistress, his back hunched like a curled shrimp.
Dumbledore looked up at the Dark Clouds outside that had yet to dissipate, seemingly thinking of some long-ago past, a flash of pain appearing in his blue eyes.
“Do you remember that I once had a sister?” he spoke in a low voice.
Rand, holding Kate motionless, suddenly trembled.
Young people today might no longer know the past of the legendary Wizard Dumbledore.
But as a member of the older generation and a loyal former comrade-in-arms of Dumbledore, Rand knew exactly what he was referring to.
Ariana, Dumbledore’s sister, had also passed away tragically at such a young age because her magic lost control.
Now that Dumbledore brought up this buried past, Rand naturally understood his meaning.
If Kate didn’t learn magic, as she grew older, her magic would naturally increase and become harder to control.
Perhaps one day, a sudden magic riot could take her life.
There might even be something worse; suppressing magic for a long time could lead to the development of an Obscurus.
That was a powerful but extremely unstable and uncontrollable dark magical energy.
It moved with great speed, could detach from the Host, and then attack others.
No matter which it was, Kate’s future was dark.
Carefully placing Kate on the bed, Rand looked at the Dark Clouds outside that still hadn’t dispersed, his face also clouded with gloom.
“But the Young Mistress is afraid of the Wizarding World. She fears the place that swallowed all the relatives around her.”
An eleven-year-old Child had endured loneliness and solitude for as long as she could remember, as well as the fear that someone could come to hunt her down at any time.
Over the years, it wasn’t that the Old Butler didn’t want to soothe her emotions, but facing an ignorant, pitiful Child who had lost both parents, what could he say?
Slowly turning around, Rand looked directly into Dumbledore’s eyes: “Young Master Alv and Young Mistress Grace entrusted me to protect her well before they died. I must fulfill my promise.”
Dumbledore’s eyes flickered slightly as he looked gently at the sleeping girl on the bed, letting out a soft sigh.
“But you can’t protect her for a lifetime. She must eventually return to society.”
“Hogwarts has her peers. Only there can she soothe the pain and fear in her heart.”
“This is Kate’s chance. You should understand that, shouldn’t you?”
In fact, Rand himself knew very well that these were issues Kate had to face, even without him saying so.
But…
He had watched this Child grow up since she was small; emotionally, she was almost like a granddaughter to him.
He was still very uncertain whether she could truly go to a strange place all by herself.
“Albus, even if Miss Kate agrees to enroll, you’ve seen it yourself—the magic riots within her are extraordinary.”
He paused, his gaze fixed intently on the other man.
“Can you guarantee that she won’t have a magic riot at school and harm other students?”
“Even if you are there and she doesn’t harm anyone else, can you guarantee the other students won’t distance themselves from her because of her uniqueness, causing her harm once again?”
“Not just that, once Kate has an accident, the emotions of the other students’ parents will be ignited. How would you handle all that then?”
He wanted to protect Kate.
Even though his heart had already wavered due to Dumbledore’s persuasion, he had to prepare for the worst in advance.
Dumbledore offered a slight smile: “I can assure you that Hogwarts has the best teachers who can help her.”
The magic power in Kate was indeed immense, but in all his years of teaching, he had seen one or two such cases.
At most, Kate’s magic power was just a bit excessively large.
Fortunately, these were solvable issues; it would just require Severus to work a bit harder.
Rand’s expression softened slightly.
“I’ll ask for the young lady’s opinion on this matter tomorrow.”
Although he personally trusted Dumbledore implicitly, the final decision still rested with Kate.
“Very well, I shall await your news.” Dumbledore gave a slight nod, took one last look at the sleeping little figure on the bed, turned around, and vanished into thin air.
Kate, still in a deep sleep, was completely unaware of this entire conversation.
The only sound that could enter her mind was the mechanical voice of the system.
[Host has acquired fifty years of magic power accumulation from the legendary Wizard Albus Dumbledore.]
[Updating Host’s character attributes…]