After breakfast, Wade immediately set off.
As the Peregrine Falcon soared through the sky, he looked down to see Ferdinand and Fiona at the window, watching him leave. They were leaning against each other, and Fiona was waving energetically.
She always got very excited whenever she saw Wade transform into the Peregrine Falcon.
In the house next door, Moody was also standing on his balcony.
When Wade looked over, Moody was hunched over, drinking, but his blue magical eye seemed to be still tracking Wade, who could feel the sensation of being watched.
...
Diagon Alley was still very quiet in the early morning, with only a few shops open for business. But inside Aslan's Magic Workshop, a dozen customers were already crowded.
"Give me a hundred Streaming Mirrors! A hundred, right now!"
"I want a hundred and fifty! I'm buying more, sell them to me first!"
"I represent the Ministry of Magic in Brazil, sir, please observe proper etiquette!"
"So what? I'm here on behalf of the Russian Ministry of Magic!"
The two began to bicker in front of the counter, and the workshop staff skillfully separated them.
"Don't worry, gentlemen, we have plenty of stock. Both your requests can be fulfilled..."
Business was booming early that morning. After moving a dozen crates, Will couldn't help but yawn, almost dropping the Streaming Mirror he was about to put on the counter.
"Go take a break!"
A colleague patted his shoulder, kindly saying,
"The real busy period hasn't even started yet! Go get some sleep now, while you can? Didn't you get enough rest last night?"
"No, I didn't," Will rubbed his eyes. "Thanks, buddy. I'll take over for you later."
Although he knew some basic magic, he hadn't mastered advanced techniques like Apparition, nor did he have enough money to buy a car.
So last night, Will had walked a long way before finally catching a taxi back to his temporary rental house, only to come back to work here early this morning.
He was tired and sleepy, his feet feeling light as he walked. He stumbled into the break room next to the warehouse, flopped onto the bed, and immediately fell asleep.
This time, he slept for a long time.
When Will finally woke up, he felt as if an eternity had passed. He was still wondering why his colleague hadn't woken him.
Then, he realized he wasn't lying on the small bed in the workshop's break room. Instead, he was sitting in a chair, his hands and feet bound by iron chains.
His eyes were covered with a black cloth, so he couldn't see where he was, but he could faintly smell the fragrance of flowers and grass.
Will strained with all his might, struggling twice. The chains rattled, but they showed no sign of breaking free.
Light footsteps sounded, and someone came beside him.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Will demanded, but heard no response.
Then, he felt his body become immobile as if petrified, and cold drops of water entered his mouth.
What is this? What did he give me?
Knowing the horrors of Potions, Will was terrified. He tried hard to keep himself from swallowing, but it was no use.
Soon, his consciousness blurred, and he gradually forgot even who he was.
...
Wade put away the crystal vial, watching as the man's body relaxed under the effect of Veritaserum, his head drooping limply, like a lamb to the slaughter.
"Tell me your name," Wade said.
A moment later, the man said, "Will Flint."
Wade nodded slightly, confirming the Veritaserum's effect.
Will's name registered at the magic workshop was Will Furlong. But Wade could see that his real surname was actually Flint.
It was said that one of the twenty-eight Pure-blood families, the Flints, just like the Black Family, had disowned all members who "tainted the family bloodline."
The Weasley Family was similar—they also had Muggle relatives, but they never spoke of them, let alone kept in touch.
Wade pulled his thoughts back and asked in a gentle voice,
"Will Flint, you and your friends tried to kidnap a group of Alchemists last night—who told you to do this? Where will the kidnapped people be sent?"
Will's eyelids fluttered a few times before he said, "Kidnapping... that was a task Dar gave us. I don't know where they're being sent. I... I'm not authorized to know."
Wade knew that Kurt Dar was the man with the thick eyebrows from last night.
His control over his subordinates didn't seem very strong; Wade almost felt sorry for him.
"What about Jenny Padilla, who was monitoring you? Why is she not here?" Wade asked.
"She separated from me after the ship left port," Will said honestly. "She also has work; she has to go to work today."
"Where does she work?"
"In London… at a Muggle company… I don't know exactly where…"
"You don't know this, you don't know that. You live a pretty muddled life, don't you?"
Wade sighed, "You don't know any secrets, how dare you associate with them? Hmm? Tell me how you came to join these people."
"Claire got sick, I couldn't find work, I had no money, so I went to steal… When I was beaten half to death, he saved me."
Will recounted, "He said, we are all people not accepted by the world… Werewolves, vampires, criminals, swindlers, the mentally ill…"
"We all have the right to exist, but this world doesn't allow us to live… But we can't give up on ourselves…"
"We need to build our own community, to protect each other like brothers and sisters; to have our own land where we can live freely as we are; and to ensure our children can go to school, without being discriminated against by anyone…"
"I believed him, so I joined… Whatever he told us to do, we did…"
Wade was silent for a long time, then pressed him with a few more questions, realizing that Will knew very little.
He was just an insignificant cannon fodder, barely privy to any important information, blindly following others, hoping to build the utopia they envisioned.
Will was only able to participate in this operation because he had applied to be an employee at Aslan's Magic Workshop, which had raised his "importance."
Although he only did manual labor, he was very content, and even under the influence of Veritaserum, he occasionally interjected with the brainwashing slogans others had instilled in him.
It sounded as if they were all idealistic fighters, but one sentence always bothered Wade.
"You said earlier—you felt that Remus Lupin, who helped you, was a hypocritical and disgusting patronizer. Did you truly believe that?"
"Of course."
Will said resentfully,
"Why did he get to go to school? Why wasn't he abandoned by his parents? Why was he drinking coffee dressed nicely while I had to move goods in a stinking warehouse?"
"He's a traitor to werewolves! One day… one day… I'm going to tear out his throat and watch him struggle in agony as he dies…"
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