Chapter 290: I'm a Werewolf Too
In less than ten minutes, Marchioni was a completely different person—his clothes were tattered, and he had a black eye.
"Stop grinning like an idiot," the white-haired Magic Golem said sternly. "If you make fun of others, you should be prepared to get hit."
"I wasn't making fun of Professor Murray, I was just stating a fact…"
Before Marchioni could finish speaking, he saw the Magic Golem shrink back to the size of a finger and Professor Murray put it in his pocket.
He flopped to the ground with a thud and said speechlessly, "Why am I even explaining myself to a Magic Golem?"
Professor Murray nudged his calf with his foot and said, "Or perhaps you should explain why you couldn't even defeat a Magic Golem?"
"Is this an ordinary Magic Golem?"
Marchioni squinted at the professor and demanded, "The Magic Golems produced at our workshop aren't nearly this agile or powerful! This must be a special product Wade secretly gave you!"
Professor Murray narrowed his eyes and asked, "What? Do you think that's unfair?"
"It's definitely unfair," Marchioni grumbled. "But I finally understand why you're so partial to Wade, Professor…"
"Hm?"
"That child is too well-protected by his parents and Hogwarts… He lives as if in an ivory tower, innocent and kind, completely out of place in this cruel world."
Marchioni said profoundly.
Professor Murray was silent for a long while.
He thought of some people…
Like Peter Pettigrew, Lockhart, Quirrell, the students screaming in terror as they were chased by insects in the maze, Madam Pomfrey hustling about, and Dumbledore, worried sick about his students going astray.
Professor Murray observed Marchioni with a peculiar gaze, wondering how he had arrived at such a unique conclusion.
...
When Wade got downstairs, he saw that the mirror suspended in the air had changed its display again. It was now showing a recent Quidditch match between Portugal's Braga Broomfleet and Wales' Caerphilly Catapults.
Wade actually knew nothing about either team, but the mirror was broadcasting the passionate commentary of a recorder, and there were Quidditch enthusiasts among the audience on the first floor.
The Sub-Mirrors on the shelves were selling out quickly. Although the staff kept restocking, the shelves were never full.
Harry, however, had finally managed to escape the crowd. He stood in a corner, wearing his hood, staring intently at the magnified screen.
Sirius directly picked out the two best Sub-Mirrors and waited in line to pay.
Wade strolled casually around the shop. He had been involved in designing most of Aslan's best-selling products, and he had a sample of each of the best ones.
So Wade quickly grew bored. He greeted Lupin, pulled up his hood, and squeezed his way out of the shop.
It wasn't yet the time for students to buy new books in bulk for the start of the school year, so apart from the area near Aslan's Magic Workshop, there were far fewer customers in other parts of Diagon Alley.
Wade planned to browse some old bookstores, where he could sometimes find notes from old Wizards—of course, most of them were rubbish, but occasionally he'd stumble upon a treasure trove of useful information.
"I'm sorry, Will can't make it, he's too busy… If you agree, I can take his place…"
A faint, trembling voice reached him.
For a moment, Wade thought someone had called his name, then realized the person was saying "Will."
It was a strange feeling to hear the name of someone he had just met mentioned by someone else so soon.
Perhaps the speaker's voice was trembling a bit too much, so Wade hesitated, then turned and walked towards the source of the sound.
As he passed a shop sign, he tapped his Wand on his head, and a chilling sensation instantly spread through his body.
The boy's figure vanished rapidly from where he stood, as if he had melted into the air.
Wade cast two more Spells, concealing his footsteps and scent, then turned the corner. Finally, in a narrow alley, he saw the person who had spoken.
His guess was right—it was the girl who had been talking to Will earlier at Aslan's.
The girl was very thin, almost petite. Her silky golden hair was fine and soft, her face pale, and her features rather unremarkable.
She looked like an undeveloped child.
In front of her was a figure shrouded in a black cloak, whose build was indistinguishable. He or she seemed to be scrutinizing the golden-haired girl with cold eyes.
"Do you know what we're going to do, Claire?" the person asked in a low voice.
The golden-haired girl, Claire, nodded vigorously and said, "I know… it's for testing Potions, right? Will can do it, and so can I. I… I'm a Werewolf too."
The other person suddenly let out a cold laugh.
Wade's eyes widened abruptly.
The black-robed Wizard's voice was unfamiliar, but the laugh was extremely familiar.
"Do you have magic too?" the black-robed Wizard asked again.
Claire paused, then lowered her head and shook it self-consciously.
"I… I can't…"
The black-robed Wizard was silent for a moment, then asked, "So, you were a Muggle?"
"Mhm," Claire said, biting her lip.
"When were you bitten?"
"When I was seven."
"Most Muggles die from their injuries after a Werewolf attack. How did you survive?" the black-robed Wizard asked again.
"I... it just so happened that there was a Wizard in our village. He heard the commotion and treated me in time..." Claire bravely asked, "Does this... have something to do with the Potions trial?"
"No," the black-robed Wizard said. "Just curious."
"Then I..."
"No," the black-robed Wizard said lazily. "Potions must be used on people with magical abilities to get accurate results. Even if you're a Werewolf, you don't qualify. Only Will does."
"But... but..." Claire gritted her teeth. "Will has already found a job. He doesn't have to risk his life helping you test Potions anymore!"
The black-robed Wizard looked her over and chuckled, "If Will himself says that, then we won't look for him. But what you say doesn't count."
"But..."
"Don't make decisions for him when you don't know the situation, Claire."
Claire wanted to say more, but the black-robed Wizard seemed to have lost patience with her. He waved his hand and turned to leave, leaving only a single sentence—
"Tell Will for me—if he wants to find us, meet at the usual spot tomorrow night at 11."
Claire stood there distraught, looking as if she were about to shatter.
Wade thought for a moment, took a bottle of Polyjuice Potion from his bag, and drank it all in one gulp.
His invisible figure began to grow taller, his black hair turned gray, and the shape of his facial features changed.
Soon, the Wizard "Werner" reappeared.
Wade swapped to a spare Wand, removed the Disillusionment Charm, and walked out of the corner.
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