Chapter 1049
Gray Clouds and Silver Emblem
Chapter 1049 Gray Clouds and Silver Emblem
—Dumbledore wouldn't like it... he might even strongly oppose it?
After saying goodbye to Machioni, Vader walked alone on the somewhat deserted street. The afternoon sun peeked through the gray clouds, sparingly casting a few weak rays.
This isn't the main street of Diagon Alley, but just across a row of houses is Gringotts.
The sounds of pedestrians and shopkeepers drifted over, reduced to a muffled cacophony, even less clear than the birdsong in the trees.
Wade casually leaned against the waist-high flower bed, looking up at the swaying branches above, his eyes slightly unfocused.
Marchionne...and Professor Morrie...
Although one of them is obsessed with money and the other carries the arrogance and indifference of a traditional wizard towards Muggles, they are not madmen, nor are they people without any moral bottom line.
In particular, Marchionni preferred the kind of fair competition and accumulation within order and rules, rather than the practice of taking advantage of the chaos and making a fortune from war.
They will not support a path that would completely destroy the existing order and plunge everything into war and chaos.
That was not in their interest, and it went against their principles.
However, both of these men believed with an almost pious conviction that the path Grindelwald was taking was worth sacrificing their wealth, reputation, energy, and perhaps even their future freedom and lives to follow.
Yet, despite their unwavering belief in this cause, they explicitly advised him against getting involved too early, believing that Dumbledore would not approve either.
So, what kind of path is Grindelwald practicing, which Professor Mori and Marchionni believe in but are pessimistic about?
"Vade!"
A familiar voice broke through the silence, carrying its usual vitality.
Wade snapped out of his daze and turned to look.
Michael waved from afar, said a few words to the Conners, and then walked briskly across the lawn towards them.
"Hey! I saw you standing here all alone, lost in thought. What's wrong? Got some tough problem? Or did you meet a pretty girl and want to ask her name but are too shy to ask?"
He said it with a grin.
“There is indeed a problem,” Wade said slowly. “And perhaps only you can solve it for me.”
Michael immediately perked up and said enthusiastically, "No problem, just let me know if you need anything! Is it really related to a girl? Who did you run into?"
Otherwise, he couldn't think of any other problem that Wade couldn't solve on his own and would need his help.
Instead of answering directly, Vader took out the small box that Machioni had given him and handed it over.
"what is this?"
Michael curiously took it and opened the box.
The badges gleamed silver in the box, each one radiating an alluring magical glow.
"Wow!"
Michael whistled, picked up a coin, and examined it closely:
"These things are being offered at high prices on the black market every day! Did Machioni give them to you? He's really good to you! Giving you so much all at once!"
“Hmm,” Wade said, “You can arrange it and give it to anyone who is interested.”
Upon hearing this, Michael's excitement subsided slightly. He lowered his head, picked out two of the most attractive designs, weighed them in his hand, and unceremoniously stuffed them into his pocket.
"These two are mine! Daphne has been wanting to play the miniature world game for a while now... Oh, and I should also get one for Astoria."
Michael picked out another badge, closed the box, and shoved it back into Wade's hand with a wicked grin.
"As for the rest... you'll have to deliver them yourself." "Huh?"
Wade held the box, somewhat puzzled: "Why? Didn't you promise to help?"
“I can help, but I can’t help with this kind of favor.”
Michael had his hands in his pockets, a sly smile on his face mixed with a serious one.
“Marchioni didn’t give you these badges so that everyone would say, ‘Michael’s a real friend,’ or ‘Michael’s got the connections to get tickets from Wade Gray,’ right?”
Wade raised an eyebrow, his expression turning serious.
Michael said with a smile, "So, bro, no matter how troublesome it is, you'll have to do this yourself."
“Think about it, if you contact them personally, even just with a single sentence, they'll think—'Wow, Wade actually remembered I wanted to play this!' 'Wade specially reserved the ticket for me!'”
“Even the simplest thing—'Wade actually knows my name'—is enough to excite them!”
He reached out and patted Wade on the shoulder, his tone returning to its usual relaxed state:
"I can compile a list for you before tonight. They are all people who have participated in the Spell Workshop before, who have not spoken ill of you behind your back, and who also want to visit Lilliput. Don't think it's too much trouble, it's just a few pieces of information."
Looking at his earnest eyes, and thinking that leaving everything to Michael would indeed be a waste of Marchione's good intentions, Wade could only put away the badge box and sigh resignedly.
Michael couldn't help but chuckle: "It's simple! Besides, you distanced yourself from almost everyone last semester, so this is a great opportunity to get back to them. It'll be even more effective than inventing ten cool gadgets!"
……
Before Wade even got home, Michael's list arrived, as if he was afraid that if Wade delayed for a day or two, he would naturally forget about it.
Wade: "..."
He sighed very softly again, vaguely feeling a social pressure. After returning to his room, he finally reached out and opened the Book of Friends.
For Hogwarts students, the Book of Friends is as ubiquitous as WeChat was in Vader's previous life.
All the students who participated in the Charms Workshop—including Slytherin—had given Vader the parchment with their names on it.
Of course, he almost never opened it.
At this moment, Wade was flipping through his friend list when a quill pen nimbly jumped onto the table and began sending messages according to his instructions.
The parchment warms slightly, and the writing appears one by one, some disappearing after a few seconds, but at the latest, a reply is received within two or three minutes.
Soon, the Book of Friends in Wade's hands began to heat up continuously, and one emotionally charged message after another flashed across the page:
"Merlin's beard! Vader! You're truly my savior!"
"Really? Next week? For me? I...I can't believe it!"
"Wade, thank you so much! I asked my mom to book tickets for me a month ago, but the earliest available tickets are until next March!!"
Wow! Cool! I never expected you to remember!
Michael's intelligence was extremely accurate. None of the classmates he contacted said they didn't want to go or didn't have time, and none of them had booked tickets in advance for the holiday.
This shows that Sirius Black was indeed a very doting parent who believed that happiness was more important than academics.
He had booked the game long ago, precisely during Harry's winter break, and could even play it three times!
(End of this chapter)