"I see…"
Wade wasn't surprised by Will's resentment and ingratitude, but he did feel a sense of pity for Remus.
He paused for a moment, intending to say something, but then remembered that the man before him was only speaking his true feelings under the influence of the Potions. Neither rebuke nor mockery would elicit any reaction from him, much less repentance.
Thinking this, Wade found it rather uninteresting. He leaned back in his chair and said calmly:
"Tell me about this 'he' you mentioned, the one who gave you all a dream, the one you willingly followed—who is he? What's his name?"
"I… we call him the leader… sometimes Alpha."
A look of reverence appeared on Will's face as he murmured, "He's like a father, guiding us forward. He made us realize that our existence, too, has meaning…"
The man rambled on and on, full of praise and adoration for this "Alpha," without offering any concrete information.
This poor fellow seemed to have nothing but these grand, empty platitudes in his head, completely devoid of any practical strategy.
Wade frowned, interrupting him. "You've met him, right? What does he look like?"
"He… he looks to be about forty or fifty, very handsome, very charming… brown hair, on his arm, there's… there's a… butterfly tattoo…"
Will's speech grew increasingly difficult. Suddenly, his body stiffened abruptly, as if pulled straight, then he toppled over with the chair, struggling painfully on the floor, emitting short, sharp cries of "Ah, ah, ah" from his throat.
Wade saw black mist pouring from Will's teeth, eyes, and nails, like spider silk, wrapping around his entire body and tightening.
He knew this was some kind of deadly curse.
To a normal observer, Will would appear to have been struck by a sudden illness, his complexion abruptly turning pale and mottled, his body trembling violently.
The curse seemed to diminish the Veritaserum's power. Will's eyes suddenly cleared somewhat, and he looked at Wade with longing, struggling to say, "Help… help…"
Wade crouched down, looking at the bloodshot man, and said,
"This is a curse Alpha put on you. Once you reveal a secret, the curse's power will kill you…"
He looked at the bulging eyes and said softly, "I can save you. But after the curse is lifted, you'll have to be my spy."
Upon hearing this, the dying Will's eyes suddenly widened. He glared at Wade with hatred, clenching his jaw tightly, and surprisingly, stopped asking for help.
Amidst the man's uncontrollable convulsions, the chair clattered against the floor, the sound gradually fading until it fell silent.
Wade closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up.
"Meow~"
A soft, childlike meow came from behind him.
One furry little head after another peeked in through the doorway. Several small cats crouched there, looking at their master.
These were all Wade's Magic Golem creations, looking no different from real cats.
Wade walked over, scooped one up, and held it in his arms, rubbing its ears.
One small cat walked over, gently nudged the person on the floor with its soft paw, then looked back at Wade and let out a soft meow.
"He's dead, meow~"
"Yes, take him to the Acromantula for a snack," Wade said, in a bad mood.
So, several small cats gnawed at the clothes or chains, and with a clatter, dragged both the man and the chair out.
Wade sat quietly for a moment, mentally reviewing all the frustrating things he had encountered recently, clearly sensing what a massive storm the flapping of a butterfly's wings could stir up.
Why were more and more factions appearing that weren't mentioned in the original story? And why was the situation becoming increasingly complex?
Harry Potter's seven years… and even the nineteen years after that, seemed to only have Voldemort and his Death Eaters as enemies.
But now, more and more hidden forces beneath the surface were being unearthed.
Wade closed his eyes and thought for a long time, vaguely pinpointing a reason.
—The Book of Friends.
The societal transformation brought about by a portable and inexpensive communication tool was immense… Although Wizards already had many ways to communicate before that, the fireplace messages, Two-Way Mirror, and Owls all had their inconveniences.
As for Dumbledore's Patronus messages, they were only exchanged among a select few.
The Book of Friends broke down the barriers and limitations caused by Wizards' seclusion. It was portable and efficient, and the near-synchronous transmission of information made many things develop more quickly and covertly.
At the same time, because of Wade, changes always started in the British Wizarding World, which created a kind of magical convergence effect. Conflicts and contradictions seemed to be gathering on this island nation, all driven by self-interest.
In the past, aside from certain large events, the Ministries of Magic from different countries did not communicate frequently.
An invisible barrier seemed to exist between magic schools; they neither exchanged knowledge nor competed with each other. The Triwizard Tournament, which once broke this barrier, had been suspended for hundreds of years.
Everyone was growing wildly and freely in their own little corner of the world.
But now, the situation was different.
Wade remembered the customers from different countries he saw at the magic workshop when he went to find Will.
What had they come for?
—To purchase the Streaming Mirror.
This product had only just been released, yet news of it had reached Brazil, nine thousand kilometers away, and they had reacted immediately.
Wizards, once self-sufficient and largely isolated, were no longer insular. The distances between them were rapidly shrinking, and the barriers of nation and region were crumbling. A storm of the times was quietly gathering strength.
Wade, at present, had only glimpsed a corner of it.
He felt a subtle pressure from the chaos he could foresee, then mentally adjusted, slowly letting go of that pressure.
Problems would always arise… and they would always need solving.
But for now, the most important thing was to ensure his family's safety.
Outside, the creaking sounds from the spider cage had stopped. A group of Acromantulas were fighting over and devouring the limbs of their kin.
Several cats squatted nearby, observing with great interest. Mops and brooms quickly swept, cleaning the floor once more.
Wade's Wardrobe Space was becoming increasingly lively.
However, he had originally intended to create a fantastical Pocket Dimension like Mr. Scamander's. Yet, as it developed, there were only a dozen or so magical creatures within the space, most of which were Wade's Alchemy creations.
Wade glanced at the spider cage, which was now a bit emptier than before, then quickly left the Wardrobe Space.
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