The friends gathered at Riddle Manor were overjoyed to see Wade return.
They had already been staying at Riddle Manor for quite some time.
Mr. Riddle had even specially cleared out quite a few rooms for them.
Fortunately, Riddle Manor was large and had plenty of rooms.
And Mr. Riddle welcomed the arrival of these young people as well.
After all, whenever these young people gathered together, Tom might look impatient on the surface, but he was actually very happy.
Mr. Riddle naturally understood that his grandson's personality tended to be somewhat gloomy, and having more friends would help him become more cheerful.
At this moment, Slytherin hid himself once again. He still did not want too many people knowing about him.
Meanwhile, Andrews parked the Thestral carriage in the woods and settled down to live inside the carriage.
Originally, Mr. Riddle had also wanted to arrange a place for Wade's "attendant" to stay, but Andrews tactfully declined. He needed to make sure he could hear Wade's orders at any moment...
...
Inside Tom's wooden cabin, everyone gathered together.
Wade sat to the side, listening as everyone talked about what they had learned recently.
After everyone had finished speaking one after another, Wade finally said with satisfaction, "Very good. It seems Tom has been very responsible. You've all received excellent guidance. Therefore, I will fulfill my previous promise and teach you some very useful spells..."
Hearing this, everyone became overjoyed. Even Tom looked tempted.
Wade knew a great many kinds of magic, so any spell he was willing to teach surely would not be ordinary.
"Today, I'll first teach all of you the Flying Charm. In critical moments, this spell can save your life, so learn it carefully. However, it should be used as a trump card, so try to keep it hidden under normal circumstances. Also, the legal regulations regarding the proper use of this spell are still being debated even now..."
Upon hearing this, everyone except Tom became extremely excited. This was a spell that allowed one to fly without a broomstick!
"Everyone head outside. Tom, prepare plenty of ropes and tie everyone up... just in case they fly off." Wade said.
Tom's face darkened again upon hearing that because he remembered the scene from when he first learned the Flying Charm...
It was truly too painful to look back on!
"I'm crippled, you prepare them yourself," Tom said coldly. "Also... I've already learned this spell. Can you teach me something new instead?"
"Of course you can. On the condition that you first carry out the arrangements I've made..." Wade nodded.
Hearing this, Tom said nothing further. With a flick of his wand, black mist wrapped around his body as he floated out of the wooden cabin...
With Tom, who had already mastered the Flying Charm, helping out, Wade quickly managed to teach everyone the spell.
After that came the time for everyone to practice individually.
"Relax, don't keep your neck so stiff... otherwise you'll end up breaking it when you fall! Henry! That's not flying, that's jumping!"
Tom hobbled around on his crutch while giving instructions to everyone.
But he soon noticed that one person was missing from nearby...
Turning his head, he saw that Wade, who had just been teaching Anne how to fly moments earlier, had already disappeared...
"Oh, for God's sake! That bastard's gone slacking off again!"
...
Inside the woods, Andrews sat in the driver's seat of the carriage, absentmindedly drinking Butterbeer...
Suddenly, he found himself missing Old Paul's tavern. The Firewhisky there really had some kick!
But for now, he could not afford to drink recklessly anymore.
A little nightingale swooped down and landed on the carriage's iron frame, chirping crisply.
"Getting used to life here?" Wade's voice sounded from ahead.
Andrews looked up and saw Wade standing there.
At that moment, Wade was looking at the little nightingale.
"I am. This environment is far better than what I had before," Andrews quickly replied.
Wade said, "I'll be staying here for a while. I just hope you won't find it boring."
A smile appeared on Andrews's face. "If someone had told me a few months ago that I'd get a good job where I only needed to sit around doing nothing while earning two Galleons a day, I'd definitely have thought they were insane..."
"As long as you're not bored, that's fine... though I still hope you'll use your time to improve your own abilities. Once you successfully get your revenge, you'll gain the power and wealth you deserve... but people can never hold onto power and wealth that exceed the limits of their own abilities," Wade said meaningfully.
Andrews suddenly raised his head, a vague guess forming in his mind...
"You said before that you'd let me have my revenge to the fullest, right?"
"Yes."
"Then what you mean is..." Andrews suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
"I want you to become the Soviet Minister for Magic, Andrews Ivanov," Wade said calmly.
"This... I... can I really handle that?"
At this point, Andrews no longer doubted whether Wade could accomplish such a thing. What he doubted was whether he himself was capable of it...
"Of course you can't right now. You still need to improve yourself. Not just anyone can become a qualified Minister for Magic."
As Wade spoke, he lightly waved his wand, and a huge stack of books appeared in front of Andrews...
"I hope that when the time comes, you'll already be fully prepared. You were once an outstanding graduate of Durmstrang as well. I don't think learning this management knowledge will be too difficult for you," Wade said.
Looking at the enormous pile of books before him, Andrews could not help licking his dry lips.
"I understand!"
"Don't worry. Before you're truly useful, I'll first give you a few small tests..." As Wade spoke, his gaze once again landed on the little nightingale.
"How interesting," Wade said.
"Uh... that's true. This little bird has been following us ever since we left the Soviet Union. It's very obedient," Andrews said.
"Ordinary birds aren't this quiet, Andrews." Wade smiled.
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The little nightingale suddenly shot upward into the sky...
Yet its tiny body seemed to have been imprisoned in place, frozen midair.
Its wings frantically flapped, but its body could not move even the slightest bit.
Holding his wand, Wade slowly walked toward the little nightingale step by step.
Andrews watched the scene in shock, unable to understand why Wade had suddenly decided to attack a small bird.
Wade raised his wand.
"Specialis Revelio!"
Whoosh!
In the next second, shock appeared on Andrews's face.
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