Chapter 1050
Gaze in the Shadows
Chapter 1050 Gaze in the Shadows
Compared to the trial run that Wade first saw, the "Miniature Park" has undergone tremendous changes, and even the name is different now.
Miniature Wonderland.
This is the real name that hangs at the entrance.
The huge string of letters slowly rotated amidst the twinkling stars and flowing aurora, radiating a dreamlike halo.
However, most people still habitually refer to it as "Land of Little People," including the employees of Aslan's Magic Workshop.
The old wooden door that used to be hidden in a secluded alley is gone, replaced by a breathtaking giant circular entrance.
The golden bronze ring was as tall as a two-story building, and it was carved with lifelike castle spires, the World Tree, a hippogriff, a sphinx, a three-headed dog, and so on.
In addition, the key nodes are inlaid with countless thumb-sized beads that radiate a dazzling, gem-like brilliance.
The old houses on both sides of the entrance were also bought by Magioni and uniformly transformed into a waiting area for tourists.
Since the admission badges already have precise times set, and Magioni does not allow each event to be held earlier or later, visitors do not need to wait in long lines; they only need to arrive a few minutes early.
At this moment, there were only a dozen or so people in the waiting area, among whom several teenagers stood out.
It wasn't that their attire or appearance was anything special; rather, they were all wearing Ravenclaw school robes, clutching their badges tightly, and excitedly showing off how they got their tickets.
“Wade—you know, Wade Gray—he contacted me directly and asked if I was free this weekend!”
Terry Boot said loudly:
"I said of course there is!"
"He said, 'I happen to have an extra ticket to the Miniature World here'—I told him before the holiday that I wanted to come, and he remembered it!"
"correct."
Lisa Dupin smiled brightly: "Wade is really thoughtful. He said that everyone has been under too much pressure from studying lately and needs to relax."
Anthony Goldstein nodded, his recently gloomy expression relaxing, and said softly:
"Indeed...we were unable to book an appointment..."
People around them cast envious and curious glances.
To them, Wade Grey was a legendary figure, someone who should appear on Chocolate Frog pictures and in textbooks on the history of magic, but never in their daily lives.
Upon encountering Wade's classmates and "friends," some people gathered around, curiously asking:
"Excuse me... do you really know Mr. Gray?"
"What is he like in person? Is he really as serious as the rumors suggest?"
Will he play Quidditch with you guys?
For those who didn't know Wade, these students seemed to offer a glimpse into a corner of that unattainable world of genius.
Terry said with great enthusiasm, "Look at my robes—we're all Ravenclaw students, so of course we know Vader very well..."
Outside the waiting room, a man wearing a leather jacket and a gold earring on his left ear was tilting his head, examining the entrance facilities of the miniature world.
Terry's excited boasting drifted into his ears. The man in the leather jacket glanced at the Ravenclaws' beaming faces and the badges in their hands, staring at them thoughtfully for a few seconds.
Anthony Goldstein vaguely sensed the gaze, turned his head, and only saw a figure turning away.
……
The man in the leather jacket wandered through the winding alleyways of Diagon Alley before finally entering a dilapidated shop with a sign that read "Anvil Repair".
The light here was extremely dim, with only a few greasy brass lamps on the ceiling providing a dim yellow glow, and a few dark red embers remaining in the fireplace in the corner.
By the sunlight outside, you can see that the wall opposite the door is covered with gears, lock cylinders, files, pliers, hammers and the like.
The air was thick with the smell of rust and grease, and even the dust seemed to carry tiny iron filings. The wooden door creaked and groaned as it closed automatically behind the man in the leather jacket.
The next moment, his appearance underwent a bizarre change—
The man's tall figure continued to shrink, his clothes slipped off his body, and his hands and feet rapidly atrophied.
In the blink of an eye, he grew to the height of a four or five-year-old child, his skin turned a dark grayish-green, and his ears became pointed and long.
The transformation ended, and the fairy shook her head, causing her golden earrings to sway back and forth.
He stepped out of the pile of clothes, wearing only a robe that looked like a vest.
"How's the situation, Ziller?"
A deep voice came from behind the counter, and a small, hunched fairy emerged from there, carrying a notebook in her hand and a pen tucked into her breast pocket.
He raised his head and stared intently at the fairy who entered the room, his amber eyes gleaming eerily in the shadows.
The fairy Ziller shook his head: "I don't see any opportunities, Franger. That hyena has turned his territory into Gringotts' vault."
Franger let out a regretful sigh, but there was little surprise in his tone:
“Machioni was no ordinary person; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to spread his business throughout the entire magical world.”
Ziller muttered, "Isn't his success all due to good luck, getting authorization from Wade Gray?"
Franger shook his head: "The first time might have been luck. But the fact that their cooperation has lasted until now is a testament to their skill."
He turned and took out a creased map, spread it out on the table, and slowly ran his fingers across it, saying softly:
"What a pity... If the chaos could have occurred in England, especially in a place connected to Wade Grey, it would have been most advantageous for us and would have been the best way to distract that old bee."
“Oh, right.” Ziller’s eyes lit up. “I ran into a few of Wade Gray’s classmates today. They all sounded like his friends. Is there anything we can do to help them?”
"Oh?" Frang looked up with interest. "Tell me more about it."
Ziller said, "That's how it is..."
After listening to his account, Franger shook his head again:
"No, these aren't close friends, just some kids bragging."
"A true friend doesn't need to get excited about getting a few tickets from him."
"Forget it, let's abandon this plan..."
He tapped the map with his long, thin fingernails and said:
"Our primary objective is the 'emotions' that are born from a great deal of pain and death. It would be best if Dumbledore could be involved, but if not, it doesn't matter. Don't put the cart before the horse."
Ziller looked at the map: "Where should we change it to? British Muggle territory? The defenses are lax there, and there are plenty of opportunities to make a move."
"Do not."
Franger shook his head and said, "It's not time for us to expose ourselves yet. If we don't consider the magical world, then we should also exclude countries that have enjoyed long-term peace."
His gaze moved, his finger finally stopping on a vast and cold land. After a moment's hesitation, it turned to an island that resembled a teardrop.
"If you're going to choose... choose a place that already has cracks and is filled with hatred."
"In this way, even if a terrible 'accident' occurs, it will not be surprising, but will only be attributed to their own long-standing problems."
(End of this chapter)