"Yes," the other person respectfully replied. "The Book of Friends and the recent Streaming Mirror were both invented by him... I've had contact with him before, and I can confirm it's him."
If the Golden Dust stuck to Wade's palms hadn't significantly slowed his reactions, he would have surely given himself away at that moment.
That voice... he'd just heard it a few days ago!
Will from Aslan's Magic Workshop.
So this was the real reason that person was looking for him?
Not for some potion trial... but to infiltrate this private gathering and kidnap Alchemist?
The man who had asked before chuckled and said, "That Book of Friends is nothing special, just a parchment version of a pager. But the Streaming Mirror is truly remarkable... the leader values it highly."
"But the most important thing is the Magic Golems," the counter lady walked over, scoffing. "It's so foolish of Wizards to treat them as pets! These things can be easily modified into war machines!"
"That's why we need more Alchemists... but most importantly, Wade Gray."
The man leaned down, took Wade's Wand, and then propped him up, saying, "But it's truly unbelievable! The inventor is just a child."
"There's never a shortage of geniuses; Mozart could play full piano pieces at six," his companion said.
"Be careful!" the counter lady suddenly said, displeased. "Do you know how important his head is? If you damage it, you won't be able to compensate even if you take off your own head."
"Got it."
The man grumbled, then simply picked Wade up, even specifically protecting his head to prevent it from hitting the wall.
As they got closer, Wade noticed that everyone was wearing tight, wetsuit-like clothing under their outer garments, with gloves on their hands and masks on their heads. Inside the masks, there seemed to be another breathing apparatus.
He vaguely understood—these people themselves didn't dare to directly touch the Golden Dust.
The man carried him into a narrow passage behind a painting. The light immediately became very dim. Wade quietly rubbed off the dust on his hands and squinted, looking around.
The passage was damp and cold, the ground uneven, and the walls bore excavation marks. There was only a very dim small lamp every dozen meters or so.
These people seemed to have excellent eyesight, able to move steadily even in such low light.
Professor Murray was not far behind them, also being dragged by his arms, his feet stumbling on the ground. Fortunately, the kidnappers also cared about his head and prevented him from hitting any hard objects.
Wade temporarily relaxed, closing his eyes and feigning unconsciousness.
The power of that dust was strange and potent. It didn't seem special at first, but its effect seemed to gradually increase over time.
Even though Wade had rubbed off all the dust now, he hadn't fully recovered yet and only felt as if his blood flow had slowed.
After a long while, one end of the passage became very bright. The man paused for a moment, waiting for his eyes to adjust, before carrying Wade out.
"Oh?" the person waiting to receive them said in surprise. "Is this..."
"Yes, it's him."
"You actually got him?" The receiver clicked their tongue. "I heard he was under Dumbledore's wing, and the leader never held much hope. I didn't expect to actually catch him this time..."
"And our people sustained no casualties," Will, who had emerged from the passage, said with a smile. "This stuff is too powerful! With something like this, what do Wizards have to fear?"
"Don't get careless, this is still Britain," the receiver reminded them. "Hurry up, we need to get everyone out before Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic react."
Wade felt himself being put into a car, with another person pressed close beside him.
"Shouldn't we tie them up?" someone asked worriedly. "Wizards' methods are unpredictable, and there's no Spell against Apparition in this car."
"No need. As long as that Golden Dust is on them, they won't wake up... If they do wake up, handcuffs and ropes might not be useful anyway. Just take their Wands, and let's go quickly!"
The group moved swiftly, putting the remaining people into the car, then clanging the door shut.
A moment later, Wade felt his body sway; the vehicle had started.
He quietly opened one eye and looked around.
It was a box truck, with a foul-smelling mat laid on the floor. Alchemists were lying side-by-side on the mat, like a group of corpses ready for burial.
There was no one else in the truck. Perhaps those people feared the Golden Dust but were also very confident in its power, so they didn't get in.
This was convenient for Wade.
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small pen bag—the pants pocket itself had an Undetectable Extension Charm. Although the space wasn't very large, it was more than enough for a pen bag.
The pen bag fell to the ground, wobbled, then quickly expanded and grew into the shape of a wardrobe.
The truck's ceiling was high enough for it to extend.
Then Wade pulled out his spare Wand and, with a gentle flick, the Alchemists scattered across the floor floated into the Wardrobe Space.
He hesitated for a moment, not immediately removing all the Golden Dust from everyone. He only used a small whirlwind to collect the dust on Professor Murray, putting it into a crystal vial.
Based on Wade's own experience, he knew it would likely take some time for Professor Murray to regain consciousness.
The Magic Golems in the Wardrobe Space gathered around, affectionately surrounding Wade. Some even curiously poked at the people lying on the grass.
Then, a small cat that had been bouncing on Orlando suddenly froze, then flopped down.
The other Magic Golems were startled and quickly moved away from the people on the ground. At the same time, they looked at Wade with accusing eyes, silently blaming him for bringing dangerous "things" inside.
The commotion here attracted Mihail the firebird. It flew over, tilting its head curiously at the scene.
A floating particle of Golden Dust landed on it, but it wasn't burned away. Instead, it seemed to add a small embellishment to Mihail.
Wade's expression shifted slightly.
He picked up a tiny speck with his fingertips, muttering, "Fiendfyre can't even burn it... What on earth is this?"
Mihail leaned closer, confused, then suddenly opened its mouth, tilting its head back as if yawning.
Wade waved his Wand, brushing the Golden Dust off Mihail, and smiled. "Mihail, are you bored staying here?"
Mihail looked at him and let out a soft chirp.
"We'll go out for some activity later," Wade said. "And our enthusiastic little friends might need more space to move around too."
His gaze shifted slightly, landing on a few Acromantulas nearby that had been confined for a long time and were now fighting amongst themselves.
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