Chapter 299: Beetle and Peregrine Falcon
Inside the truck, it was crammed with enormous spiders.
Their stiff, grey bristles were like steel needles, and their gleaming eyes shone with avarice. Some had their mouths open, their sharp appendages seemingly glinting with cold light.
The freckled driver instantly showed an expression of extreme terror. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.
Just then, his expression suddenly became dazed, and the fear and despair in his eyes turned blank.
Next to the truck door, a furry leg, about to touch him, paused for a moment and then retracted.
The freckled driver calmly closed the door, turned around, and mumbled, "They're still unconscious. I told you there was no need to check."
The bushy-browed man's expression softened slightly, but he said, "Those are Wizards, and who knows how many dangerous spells they've mastered. We must be careful at all times until the people sent by the leader arrive to take over."
"Got it."
This time, the freckled driver seemed much gentler, replying casually.
Even though his attitude was still perfunctory, the bushy-browed man was already quite satisfied.
He then assigned the group their next tasks and arranged for Will to leave the ship accompanied by the counter lady.
Finally, two people were left to guard the truck, and the others departed.
The freckled driver was one of the two who stayed behind. The other had fluffy curly hair and a mustache, looking as if he hadn't had enough sleep.
"I don't know what's so good about guarding this place. With the gold dust, they definitely won't wake up. Could someone really steal people from the truck?"
The mustached man yawned, lazily saying, "I'm going back to the car to sleep for a bit. Don't tell the leader!"
He pulled open the car door, just about to climb in, when he suddenly heard the sound of trickling water from behind him.
The mustached man frowned, turned around, and angrily said, "Hey, can't you go further away to pee..."
As he turned, his voice abruptly cut off.
He saw the freckled driver standing honestly behind him, his face somewhat pale, his expression dazed.
Looking down, a large patch of his trousers was wet, and the wetness was still spreading to other areas.
The mustached man found this state strange and incomprehensible, wondering why his companion would stand there and pee his pants.
Then he suddenly became alert, reaching for the whistle hanging from his chest to put it in his mouth, but then he suddenly heard a calm voice—
"*Obliviate! Stupefy!*"
The mustached man fell to the ground with a thud, like a toy that had lost power, then floated up again, swaying unsteadily before landing on the passenger seat.
Then, a figure emerged from the air.
"Seriously, why did you pee yourself? The Acromantula didn't jump on you. You're a Werewolf, what are you afraid of?"
Wade said helplessly, "Good thing you didn't do that just now, or everyone would have noticed."
The freckled driver's eyes were wide open, with a ring of bloodshot white around his irises, looking somewhat horrifying.
Wade didn't actually let him explain, but pointed his Wand at the freckled driver and softly said again, "*Obliviate!*"
The light of the spell hit the freckled driver, and he fell backward, also collapsing.
Wade still moved the freckled driver into the car, arranging him to look like he was lazily sleeping, but he felt somewhat uncertain.
This was his first time using the Obliviation Charm on a living person.
Skilled memory-erasing personnel at the Ministry of Magic could easily eliminate a specified segment of a target's memory, typically when the target was a Muggle who had witnessed magical events, to ensure that the magical world's secrets were not leaked.
Lockhart was a master of memory spells. This type of spell was originally primarily used on memories and didn't have much power. However, Lockhart could use memory spells to collapse a stone corridor, with power comparable to a bomb.
It's just that this incompetent professor didn't care how the people whose memories he erased would live afterward, so his Obliviation Charm usually reset people's brains to factory settings, crude and simple.
Although Wade had controlled the power of his spell just now, Wade himself couldn't be sure if he had precisely deleted the part of these two people's memories where they perceived the truth.
Moreover, during a sea voyage, he didn't know how long it would last, and he couldn't stay here indefinitely.
He needed a helper.
As Wade thought this, a series of names appeared in his mind, and he dismissed them all.
Either their skill wasn't enough, or their temperament wasn't suitable.
Some had extraordinary abilities, but their moral compass was too high, which might conflict with Wade's expectations on matters of right and wrong, life and death.
As for friends who would undoubtedly support him, their magical abilities weren't strong enough, and leaving them to monitor this place would easily put them in danger.
The Werewolves already knew about the Magic Golems, so they couldn't be a surprise weapon; the Streaming Mirror had certain size limitations and could easily be discovered; House-elves all had jobs.
Wade pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an idea. He checked the time and location, gave Mihail a few instructions, then went to the window, transformed into a Peregrine Falcon, and silently glided out over the sea under the cover of night.
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It was already late, and in a small bar on a street in London, three people were still sitting.
"Are we still waiting, Rita?" the lean man holding a camera asked. "They might have left through another exit."
"Impossible!" Rita Skeeter said flatly. "Gull wouldn't set up a fireplace at the venue, nor would he allow Apparition, so after the exhibition, they will definitely come out of the elevator!"
"But..."
"No 'buts'!" Rita Skeeter cut him off impatiently. Seeing the man fall silent and look bewildered, she grabbed her crocodile-skin handbag. "I'm just going to the restroom. You stay put and keep watch."
"...Alright," the male photographer mumbled, looking down.
Then, he watched as the female reporter, whose reputation was polarizing but whose articles always went viral, clacked out on her high heels.
Rita Skeeter actually didn't need to use the restroom. She was just curious why no Alchemist had left after such a long time, suspecting the exhibit's value might be far beyond what she'd anticipated.
I'd like to see what good stuff that Gull has managed to get his hands on, Rita Skeeter muttered, quickly walking into an empty alley. A moment later, a beetle vigorously flapped its wings and flew out of the alley.
This was Rita Skeeter's secret weapon for always producing sensational news—she was an Animagus, and her form was even a tiny insect.
The small beetle had just flown a short distance when it suddenly felt a distinct vibration in the air. Immediately after, a "giant" descended from the sky—
A grayish-brown bird landed, its eyes like black jewels staring at her.
Only one chapter tonight, too tired, going to rest early.
Good night.
Thanks to Fei Yan—Samsara for the Alliance Leader reward (fist salute). I'll add more chapters when I have time.
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