"A new recruit?" Harry repeated, puzzled.
"Yes." Will smiled gratefully. "I… uh, I have the same little problem as Remus…"
He grinned, revealing sharp teeth.
It suddenly dawned on them—he was a Werewolf too.
"…Because of that, it was very hard for me to find work, and I almost starved. Then, Remus contacted us. He had earned money and was willing to sponsor our Wolfsbane Potion, helping us return to normal society."
Will said with heartfelt gratitude, then looked at Wade again. "Because Mr. Gray gave Remus a job, we indirectly received help too. So I say—you are the benefactor who gave me a second chance at life."
Wade shook his head. "I'm not the one who helped you, it was Remus. I don't interfere with how he uses his salary…"
Seeing that Will didn't seem to change his attitude because of his words, Wade paused and asked, "You just said… 'us'?"
"Yes, besides Will, there are a few other law-abiding Werewolves who are struggling because of it," Lupin said. "But Will is the only one who was accepted by Aslan's Magic Workshop."
"Remus taught me a few spells before, not many, but I'm very skilled with the Duplicating Charm," Will said happily. "That's how I got this job opportunity."
"Congratulations," Wade nodded. "But we want to go see the workshop store now."
"Of course, of course… Ah, this way…"
Will put down his work and led them through the work area, then pushed open a tall door. A cacophony of noise immediately assaulted them.
As Harry walked in, he was met with a huge, familiar face, contorted in a ferocious expression.
It took him a moment to realize—it was his own face!
He was startled and instinctively stepped back, but Sirius quickly strode forward from behind him, staring at the screen and asking, "What is this?"
A staff member nearby immediately stepped forward, smiling warmly. "This is the latest product from the magic workshop, a new invention by the genius Alchemist, Wade Gray—the Streaming Mirror! You can think of it as the Wizarding World's television…"
"I know," Sirius turned back to them and asked, "I mean… when was this?"
In the store, the crowded people collectively gasped, and some instinctively closed their eyes, screaming, "Look out!"
On the massive screen suspended in the air, the Basilisk opened its blood-red mouth, lunging at Harry.
"Just before… a lot of us students, together, challenged the Basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets…" Harry said, confused. "I told you about it."
Sirius looked at the screen and said softly, "But I didn't know it was that dangerous… I thought… I thought it was similar to dealing with a Ball Python…"
On the screen, a blood-soaked Harry picked up a venomous fang from the ground, looking for an opportunity, while injured students were knocked flying by the Basilisk.
Sirius gently placed his palm on Harry's head, saying with concern, "It must have hurt a lot when you were injured, right?"
Harry's heart stirred slightly. For some reason, his nose suddenly felt a bit sore.
To cover his emotions, he rubbed his nose and deliberately said in an exaggerated voice, "Haha… Actually, I was so nervous at the time, I didn't feel anything at all… Wade, why did you record this too?"
"Such a spectacular scene is perfect for advertising my new product," Wade said. "I was even worried that Dumbledore wouldn't agree! After all, the Basilisk was a secret hidden by Hogwarts for a thousand years."
"Ah! You stayed that day to talk to the Headmaster about this?"
Harry felt he understood, and said angrily, "If I had known, I should have stopped you from staying then!"
"Why?" Wade asked, surprised. "Is there any harm in others seeing that you can even defeat a Basilisk?"
"Of course there is!" Harry gritted his teeth. "I'm already annoyed enough by all this fame!"
Perhaps their conversation was a bit too loud. A viewer turned around, paused, then suddenly shouted, "Harry Potter! You're Harry Potter!"
Countless eyes turned to Harry. He quickly tried to leave, but it was too late.
They had just seen the little Savior fighting bloody and bruised on the screen. Everyone's worry and affection had reached their peak, wishing they could rush into the screen and fight alongside him.
And then, they turned around, and the protagonist was right behind them?
The crowd surged forward.
Sirius and Lupin quickly spread their arms to prevent the kid behind them from being crushed or trampled, and even the staff of the magic workshop rushed to maintain order.
But the crowd was friendlier than they expected. They just gathered around, eager to express their feelings—
"Mr. Potter, how are your injuries?"
"Mr. Potter, can I shake your hand?"
"Mr. Potter, your courage deeply impresses me. I've wanted to meet you for a long time…"
Amidst the buzzing noise, Wade, unnoticed, silently squeezed out of the crowd. Other viewers immediately filled the space he left.
As he squeezed out, someone casually pulled him. Wade looked up and saw it was Marchioni.
"I heard you arrived at the workshop, so I rushed over to see, but I didn't expect to see this scene," Marchioni chuckled, leading him towards the upstairs lounge area. "Regretting it?"
"Regretting what?"
Wade asked, casually smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes from being squeezed.
"Regretting giving up the chance to be famous—soon people's adoration for Harry Potter will surpass their adoration for Lockhart last year. Seeing how popular he is, don't you regret it?"
Marchioni said with a smile, yet also seemed a bit serious:
"Don't argue… I know if you wanted to, you could also defeat that Basilisk—even though it is quite terrifying."
"I don't need it," Wade said. "Or rather—I hate being famous. This is just right."
"Hmm..." Marchioni thoughtfully watched Harry, who was surrounded by the crowd, his eyes devoid of their usual sparkle. "Your classmate doesn't seem to enjoy fame much either."
"He's different."
Wade explained, "He was the Savior from infancy. Defeating the Basilisk is nothing; his greatest accomplishment was defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"But before, the title of Savior was always thrust upon him by others, so he was constantly scrutinized and questioned. However, he defeated the Basilisk with his own power, and that was a true demonstration of his abilities."
Marchioni smiled. "It seems you two have a really good relationship."
"Yeah..."
Wade responded, his gaze passing through the transparent railing to see Will arranging merchandise in the shop.
In a corner, a thin girl had her back to the crowd, tugging at his clothes and urgently saying something.
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