"Remember, don't speak to anyone about the heir—not even through the Book of Friends or Communication Beans. True secrets are safest when buried in your own heart."
Ari mimicked Moody's voice and tone vividly, then she turned around and jumped to the side, switching to Fred's voice with a frown:
"If that's the case, you didn't have to tell us at all. So why did you choose to share it with us? Do you have another reason?"
Ari switched positions again, returning to Moody's stance. She paused for a moment, then said gruffly:
"Actually... I tried telling others about my suspicions. But everyone thought I'd gone mad. Even Dumbledore…"
She hesitated, then slowly continued, with a strange kind of stubbornness:
"If one day I die, pass my words on to Wade. Tell him—he must stay vigilant! There are still things I don't understand, but he'd better keep his eyes open. Don't trust anyone too easily!"
Ari braced her hands on the table and glared fiercely into the empty air in front of her. But with her shiny black bean-like eyes, no matter how angry she looked, she still seemed… adorable.
Then, the little doll relaxed, sat down beside the table, and swung her legs as she said, "And then he left!"
"Thank you, Ari," Wade said, rubbing the little doll's head with his fingertip, chuckling. "Your impressions were spot-on."
Ari clutched his index finger and asked, "Will Master be in danger at school? Can Ari help?"
Wade looked into her eyes and smiled.
"My request is the same as always—protect my parents. That matters more to me than anything else."
Ari nodded firmly.
…
Back inside the wardrobe space, Wade saw Mikael curled up in its nest, lounging with eyes closed. The cloak lay sprawled out lifelessly on the floor like a stingray left to dry.
Aside from those two, the wardrobe space looked much like a regular wizard's home:
There were over a dozen rooms of various sizes, each serving a different function—alchemy lab, library, storage room, bedroom, potions room, and so on.
There was a spacious open space in the front and back, planted with flowers and scattered with exercise equipment.
Further off, there was a plot of land growing herbs, and a small lake by which peaceful magical creatures wandered.
A fluffy cloud drifted lazily through the sky, sprinkling rain as it went, like a floating automatic watering can.
When Harry and the others first entered the wardrobe space, this was what they saw. Aside from the astonishing size, there didn't appear to be anything too extraordinary.
They didn't know the wardrobe space was Wade's own creation—they simply assumed it was a gift from Professor Murray to his student.
Wade stood in the center of the clearing, ignoring the cloak's moaning and groaning, and clapped his hands lightly.
A bell hanging by the door noticed the signal and immediately began to ring.
"Ding--ring—ding--ring—"
The ground in front of Wade instantly collapsed, vanishing layer by layer like the entrance to Diagon Alley, revealing a deep passageway below. Noises and chatter echoed up from the depths.
The cloak immediately leapt up from the ground and dashed inside, cheering. At the same moment, the floor beneath Wade began to shift and drift downward, carrying him into the depths below.
The wardrobe space, after Wade's renovations, was actually split into two levels: the upper level was plain, quiet, and tidy—while the lower level was where Wade had poured in his true passion and creativity.
The basement resembled a massive, chaotic base—everywhere you looked, it was filled with magical dolls.
The largest doll was about two stories tall and resembled a giant jellyfish, with long tendrils dangling beneath it. It served as a crane, capable of lifting heavy objects to higher places. When idle, it simply drifted lazily through the basement.
The smallest dolls were tiny enough to crawl inside a person's ear. They moved like ants through the inner workings of complex machinery, performing intricate precision tasks. Occasionally, one would get stuck and squeal out sharp little "chee-chee-chee" noises.
Two half-human-height crab-like dolls were busy preparing materials for doll-making. Some ingredients needed to be ground into fine powder, others sliced thin, drawn into fine threads, or fired in a kiln.
Their eight legs worked efficiently and in perfect coordination. Several crates were already filled with prepared materials, just waiting for Wade to begin crafting.
There were also small, fist-sized bee-like dolls with round bellies filled with ink, zipping between the bookshelves. Some carried books, while others scribbled notes or diagrams on parchment.
Despite their size, these little bee dolls were highly intelligent. Their job was to sort through Wade's massive collection of books. Nearby sat the enchanted clock-library Flamel had gifted him.
There was an endless supply of books and notes in the wizarding world. New texts and periodicals were published every year. Even if Wade lived as long as Nicolas Flamel, he could never read them all.
So the bee dolls served as a filtering system. They discarded incorrect, outdated, or redundant books. Most books had only their useful content excerpted and compiled into collections.
Only the most precious, comprehensive, and accurate books were placed on a special shelf, waiting for Wade to read when the time came.
When no guests were in the wardrobe space, these bee dolls would also fly upstairs to clean, tend to herbs, or assist Wade with alchemy—they performed admirably.
"Hey, fellas! Did you miss me?" the cloak zipped through the air, greeting the others. "It's been so long… well, not that long, but you'd never believe what I've just been through—"
"Buzz off!" came a deep voice from inside the jellyfish doll. "Don't interrupt my work."
"Oh, you found a new magic book? What? You didn't? Then why should I be impressed?" a bee doll flew past with a dismissive tone.
Another bee doll flew close to the cloak and asked,
"Did you finish reading Reverse Curse Algorithms? If so, I recommend Medieval Magic Glyph Research. If you're going to stay at Master's side, you need to broaden your knowledge."
If the cloak had eyes, it would've been staring in utter disbelief.
"I'm a cloak! I can fly, fight, and block spells—why would I need to study?"
"Don't waste your time," another bee doll buzzed as it hovered nearby, scoffing at the previous one. "It doesn't even remember the Latin roots of common potion ingredients. Let alone—"
"Hey!"
Before it could finish, the cloak swatted the bee dolls away and grumbled its way back to Wade's side.
"Master, those nerds don't appreciate how amazing you really are!"
"Alright, go play," Wade said casually, patting the cloak to calm it. He then looked over at the crates full of materials, pondering what kind of doll he would craft next.
Since the destruction of his first batch of dolls on that island, he rarely made humanoid ones again.
Objects shaped like oneself—whether or not they contained warm blood—tended to evoke deeper emotions.
But now… perhaps he really did need more dolls that could blend seamlessly into crowds.
Deep in thought, Wade gave his wand a light wave. Materials floated up around him, swirled into the air and gradually formed the outline of a human figure.
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