Chapter 317: Wade: "Resurrecting" Peter
Wade slept until morning, and when he woke up and saw his surroundings, he thought he had traveled through time again.
Then, his Wand and pencil case beside him told him that this assumption was absurd; he was still Wade Gray.
But Wade couldn't remember how he had fallen asleep last night, or why he had left his important pencil case so carelessly by the pillow.
He held his head, recalling for a moment, and vague memories began to resurface. Wade sluggishly remembered Dumbledore's words—
"Was that mead from the Three Broomsticks?… Do pour me a glass."
Wade: "..."
He groaned and covered his face.
Hadn't he only poured Dumbledore a drink?
He had thought his own was a honey-flavored beverage!
At the time, talking as he was, Wade hadn't thought it through. After all, in his mind, adults generally wouldn't pour a full glass of alcohol for a minor.
Slowly, he even remembered what he did afterward… No, it was also possible he had just mixed up memories and dreams…
Wade, hoping against hope, opened his Wardrobe Space. Once inside, several Magic Golem pets ran over, affectionately nuzzling his feet.
But… the bearded man… was gone.
Looking at the empty cell, Wade truly felt a splitting headache now.
The bearded man had no loyalty to their group, only hatred for his ruined life.
Wade had kept this person, originally thinking there was still some use for him. He had indeed considered being upfront with the Headmaster about some things, to get Dumbledore's help… but he hadn't expected such an exposure!
Wade closed the space, sighed deeply, and lay back on the bed, not even wanting to leave the room.
One night was enough for Dumbledore to dig out all the secrets from the bearded man's mind.
For example… how the Acromantula Wade raised had ferociously bitten off the thick-browed man's head.
Wade felt that in Dumbledore's mind right now, he was probably seen in the same light as Voldemort, perhaps even more ferocious.
After all, when Voldemort was thirteen, he was still an excellent student, good in both character and academics, at most doing bad things like bullying classmates or forming gangs.
His indirect involvement in Myrtle's death and his direct murder of his own uncle only happened in his fifth or sixth year.
Wade sighed deeply, frowned, and fiddled with his pencil case, his thoughts a mess.
He sat on the bed, thinking, if Dumbledore started to view him as a criminal-in-waiting, their current harmonious and tacit understanding would disappear… but the Headmaster would certainly adopt a wait-and-see approach first.
Dumbledore always seemed to have enough patience to wait, waiting for changes to appear in the future before acting.
—He had placed the pencil case by his pillow, rather than dissecting its secrets and investigating Wade thoroughly.
Based on this, Wade believed Dumbledore wouldn't immediately turn on him… but he still felt a sense of unease.
When he first started Hogwarts, Wade didn't believe Dumbledore was truly as selfless, kind, and gentle as depicted in the original story. He always approached the Headmaster with a conspiracy theory mindset.
But as their relationship gradually grew more harmonious… thinking about the potentially new, irreconcilable rift that might arise, Wade started to feel distressed again.
With a "bang," the bedroom door suddenly swung open.
"You're awake, Wade."
Harry said happily, "Come down quickly, the school book list has arrived."
After he finished speaking, he immediately left again. Wade heard Harry's thudding footsteps running downstairs.
Wade: Harry came over from the Dursleys so early in the morning, huh…
It made sense.
Even though Sirius and Lupin lived nearby, and the Dursleys wouldn't dare to casually imprison Harry or kick him out, they probably wouldn't be eager to prepare him a hearty breakfast.
When Wade went downstairs, he heard Harry sitting at the dining table, telling Lupin:
"Aunt Marge's train is at ten o'clock this morning; she's staying for a week… I asked Dumbledore, and he said since I've already stayed at the Dursleys for over a month, the Magic has taken effect, and I can stay here for the rest of the time."
An old suitcase was placed by the living room entrance, clearly containing Harry's luggage.
"Who's that Aunt Marge?" Sirius asked, spreading butter on his bread. "What did she do to you?"
"She's Uncle Vernon's sister, and she raises a lot of dogs… You can imagine what kind of person she is just by looking at Uncle Vernon and Dudley."
Harry said with lingering fear, "Anyway… I'd rather grow bones in my arm again than spend another second with her."
Sirius nodded and said, "I understand."
"Sirius, how's your investigation going?"
Wade asked as he entered the dining room.
Sirius shook his head and said, "No luck… They said the vampire named Trocar moved away years ago, and no one has looked for him recently besides me."
There were deep circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.
"Sirius, how can your solo investigation compare to all the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic?"
Harry persuaded, "I think you need a good rest. I don't know about others, but with Lockhart's personality, he won't be able to resist signing walls for long."
"Exactly, Sirius," Lupin added. "If you don't give yourself a break, I think you're going to work yourself to death."
Sirius curved his lips into a smile, but said, "On the way back, I was thinking, even if Lockhart or that Garr are exposed, it'll probably still be hard for us to catch Peter."
"Huh, why?" Harry asked.
"Just because three of them broke out of prison together doesn't mean they're tied together forever after that."
Sirius said, "Given Peter's cautious nature, he wouldn't stay with someone like Lockhart for long."
Lupin nodded slightly, not refuting, clearly agreeing with him.
Wade asked curiously, "If you knew that, why have you still been tracking those two?"
"Because Peter likely hid nearby and followed them after they separated, observing the Ministry of Magic's pursuit of the three of them."
Lupin mused, "In his eyes, those two are just bait he's put out in the open."
"So, finding them means finding Peter. It just needs to be done more discreetly, more carefully."
Sirius concluded, then ferociously bit into a piece of roasted meat.
As Wade cut into his fried egg, he thought—maybe he should just let Peter Pettigrew 'resurrect' after all?
And then die again right in front of Sirius.
Otherwise, Sirius would probably never be able to let this go in his lifetime.
Even Harry and Lupin… though they rarely showed it, they certainly wouldn't tolerate Peter remaining "at large."
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