Chapter 292: Bang!
Wade paused, then pulled a blank Book of Friends from his pocket and handed it over. "Do you know how to use it?" he asked.
Claire swallowed, carefully taking it. "Roughly... I think so? I've seen others use it..."
Wade nodded. "Write your name on it, and you can contact me. I have other work these next few days. I'll get in touch with you in about a week."
"Okay, I understand..."
Claire thought for a moment, then added, "I'll get the other Werewolves ready."
"I'll also prepare the contract... What's your full name?" Wade asked.
"Griffin. My name is Claire Griffin."
Claire said with a smile.
...
After returning from Diagon Alley, Sirius's home gained a Streaming Mirror, and Harry ran to watch programs on it every day.
Subsequently, Wade placed two more mirrors in his own home and Moody's home.
"Is this the Magic version of a television?" Ferdinand turned to the back of the mirror, surprised. "There really aren't any wires?"
"Really?" Fiona also walked around the mirror once, then turned to Wade and asked, "What energy does it run on?"
Ferdinand gave her a knowing look. "Magic, of course, my dear."
"Ah! Right!" Fiona clapped her hands, then exclaimed, "Wade, did you really invent this? How on earth did you do it?"
"Hmm..." Wade thought for a while before saying, "Simply put, it's mainly about linking different mirrors with a Spell to make them display the same image at the same time..."
Fiona nodded, appearing to understand some, but not all. "Well, anyway... Magic is truly amazing."
"Is this a Quidditch match?"
Ferdinand, meanwhile, quickly became engrossed in the television program.
They had already understood the rules of Quidditch, but this was their first time watching a match.
"Flying so high?" Fiona was startled by the players' altitude, worrying, "What if they fall..."
Before she could finish her sentence, two people on screen collided violently, then fell straight down like kites with broken strings.
The couple simultaneously gasped. Fiona tightly clutched her husband's arm, and they instinctively leaned into each other, fingers tightly intertwined.
The two falling players hovered just above the ground, then were hurriedly carried away, their faces covered in blood.
Wade reassured them, "Quidditch spectators and players are all Wizards. Accidents are easily controlled. Professional matches even have dedicated Healers and rescue teams, so fatalities are rare."
Fiona's eyes widened. "—Rare? So it has happened? And more than once?"
Wade: "Uh..."
"Even without hitting the ground, looking at their speed when they collided, it's enough to break a neck or rupture internal organs." Ferdinand looked at Wade with relief and said, "Good thing you're not participating in this kind of match."
Wade: ...
Actually, when he was at school, he rode his Flying Broomstick up and down the towers almost every day.
Of course, during ordinary flight, his speed didn't need to be very fast, and it couldn't compare to the intense professional matches.
But when he transformed into a Peregrine Falcon, his speed could reach two or three times that of a Flying Broomstick.
Wade thought for a moment, skipped discussing himself, and instead brought up Harry.
"...He joined the Gryffindor team in his first year. Once he fell from fifty feet high, and only injured his arm in the end..."
Fiona: "Oh my goodness! Wasn't he scared? If it were me, I'd never dare to ride a broom again!"
"For Harry, that was just child's play in his experience," Wade said. "In June, he even participated in the extermination of a thousand-year-old Basilisk..."
Ferdinand: "What?!"
Wade: "...A thousand-year-old Basilisk."
As they spoke, the Quidditch match ended, and a massive Basilisk suddenly appeared on the mirror's surface. Under its bloody eyes, long fangs seemed to drip venom.
—Aslan's Magic Workshop currently didn't have many programs ready, so exciting clips would naturally be replayed, and the audience would still watch with relish.
Moreover, unlike a television, the Streaming Mirror displayed images like a real mirror, looking incredibly realistic. The Basilisk seemed to be right in front of them, ready to burst out of the mirror at any moment!
Mr. and Mrs. Gray were startled again. Ferdinand instinctively shielded Fiona.
Then, they saw Harry charging forward to fight. Compared to the Basilisk, he looked tiny.
"Is that the Basilisk?" Fiona exclaimed. "Is your school's Headmaster insane?"
"No... it was an activity carried out under safe conditions..." Wade didn't know why, but his voice sounded a bit weak. "And ultimately, there were no fatalities..."
He suddenly realized that his own perception had unconsciously shifted a bit.
Wade had grown accustomed to the various accidents in the Magic world. In his view, as long as no one died or suffered irreversible harm, it was basically just a matter of a Potions.
But to his parents, who lived in the ordinary world, the sight of a Basilisk knocking people flying was terrifying. Considering the "warriors" charging were all teenagers, it could even be called cruel.
If they could watch a live broadcast of Potions Class, they might let out countless sharp shrieks throughout one lesson, and 999 calls would be overwhelmed.
Fiona immediately grew wary. "Wade, you didn't join in too, did you?"
"No," Wade replied instantly. "See? I'm not in the picture at all."
"Thank goodness! You really need to be careful and not participate in dangerous activities like that!" Fiona was practically tearing up as she admonished him.
Wade nodded, then noticed Ferdinand staring at him suspiciously. Knowing his son, if Wade truly wasn't involved, he would have said something like "That activity is stupid" or "It's pointless," not tell them to look for evidence.
Wade blinked and mouthed silently, "I'm filming."
Only then did Ferdinand believe him.
Even though standing nearby carried the risk of getting caught in the crossfire, it was still much better than being flattened by a basilisk's tail.
...
There was no moonlight tonight.
The sea looked pitch black, almost merging with the bare island.
Waves crashed against a dark, towering fortress on the island. Aside from the constant ebb and flow of the tides, there seemed to be no other movement.
All the windows in the tower were completely dark, clearly abandoned for a long time, but in the narrow room at the very top, the sole prisoner remained captive.
A massive stone door sealed it shut, the narrow cracks in the black stone serving as the room's windows. A frail old man lay on a hard bed, covered only by a dirty blanket.
Suddenly, a "clank" echoed in the room.
A palm-sized mirror was pushed through the narrow slit and landed on the floor.
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