Chapter 1081
Wade's Decision
Chapter 1081 Wade's Decision
In the brief silence, Rolf wondered: Should I speak now?
Rolf could speak freely if it were just Wied; but when the other members were sitting next to them watching, he became inexplicably nervous.
What's more, Luna was sitting next to him.
Rolf didn't want Luna to think he was a coward who wouldn't speak up in crucial moments.
He also didn't want his reasons to seem too mundane, to the point that others wouldn't even be interested in listening.
After thinking for a moment, the boy swallowed and said, "I... I want to join because I want to become more powerful."
“Our family… has access to many amazing wild animals. Recently, they’ve become very agitated, and some mothers have even killed their own cubs.”
Rolf's words immediately drew everyone's attention.
The boy recalled the scene he had witnessed, clenched his fist, and said:
“I think what they did was cruel, but my grandfather told me that…it was because the mother animal believed that the current living environment was extremely harsh and no longer suitable for the healthy growth of her cubs, so she made this decision.”
"This is not cruelty, but a kind of... alternative protection for animals, a helpless choice they make in desperate situations."
"The last time this happened on such a large scale was... when the mysterious people were wreaking havoc in Britain."
“Grandfather told me not to worry, just to study peacefully at school. But… I’m afraid something new might happen…”
"So I want to be like him, someone who can be relied upon."
Rolf looked up, his gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on Luna.
The girl was looking at him sideways, her eyes filled with curiosity and focus.
Rolf blushed, and a certain idea in his mind became even more firm.
Wade paused for a moment, then tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, once, twice, at a very slow pace.
After a long while, he spoke:
"So what you really want is to continue learning all sorts of practical spells and enemy-fighting strategies, just like before?"
The three nodded in unison.
The movements were so synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed. Wade watched them, a slight smile curving his lips.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking lately—maybe I should apply to Professor McGonagall…”
He paused for a moment, then said, "...Restart the Spells Workshop."
Astoria's eyes lit up immediately, Rolf looked on with unbelievable surprise, and even Luna couldn't help but move closer, her dazed look completely gone.
"Really?" Ron asked in surprise, "There's an OWL exam this year, where would you find the time?"
Wade joked, "Time is like water in a sponge; if you squeeze it, there's always some left."
He looked at the three lower-grade students.
“Actually, I’m very happy that you recognize my study of spells and want to continue learning spells from me.”
"Learning should not begin with the start of a competition and end with its end... It is a lifelong endeavor, and one should never slacken in it."
The three of them broke into bright smiles.
……
"Are you really planning to apply through Professor McGonagall?"
When only the two of them remained, Michael frowned and asked Wade, "What if you have an urgent matter to attend to, like last time?" "Well, if a professor needs to see me urgently, some of you can help me organize an event, just like before," Wade said.
Michael was still full of doubts, knowing that Wade had never been a fan of such large gatherings.
Just then, Michael noticed that Wade had opened his notebook and was stopped at one page:
Two shadows vie for the extinguished sun; one shadow crawls out of a grave...
"Isn't this Professor Trelawney's prophecy?"
Michael asked instinctively.
He then looked at it carefully and noticed the difference: "If I remember correctly... this prophecy seems to be different from what Ron relayed last time?"
“Hmm, he misheard a few words.” Wade looked at the prophecy he had copied down and suddenly said, “Michael, what do you think… ‘the extinguished sun’ refers to?”
Michael raised an eyebrow and said, "I remember you once said that prophecies are unreliable and should not be relied upon. When you believe in them, you often fall into their trap."
Even so, he still bent down and silently read the contents of the notebook twice more, frowning as he said:
"There are so many things that could symbolize it... but combined with the words 'authority of creation,' 'golden cradle,' and 'nation,' it should be hinting at the old order... or the secrecy law?"
Thinking of the UMNO's old slogans, Michael hesitated and added the latter possibility.
“I used to think so too,” Wade said. “I even suspected it was implying that it was a suggestion to Professor Dumbledore… if someone wanted to establish a new order in the wizarding world, they would first have to get rid of Dumbledore as an obstacle.”
“So the sun is going to ‘go out’…” Michael nodded, then said with certainty, “But now, your thinking has changed.”
“Hmm,” Wade responded, “I’ve been thinking lately… could there have been something… that actually looked like the sun.”
"It simply lost its power for some reason, went out, and fell into a deep sleep."
"And now, some people are trying every means to 'feed' it and reignite it?"
Michael remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I don't quite understand... Did you discover something?"
"Perhaps... but I haven't figured it out myself yet."
Vader closed the notebook, shoved it back onto the bookshelf, and said, "The idea of restarting the Spells Workshop didn't just pop into my head because of Rolf and the other two."
"I've thought about it for a long time and I'm sure this is something I should do now."
"first,"
He held up one finger and said, "We're not some secret society that needs to be hidden; we're just a student group that discusses studies."
“Keeping ourselves in the dark does us no good; it just puts us on a list of ‘high-risk individuals.’”
"Using the Spell Workshop as a buffer to appropriately demonstrate the nature of SSC is also a form of protection for all of us."
"Otherwise, if we wait for the Ministry of Magic to issue a document that restricts or hinders all group activities in order to target a single student group, we will become even more passive."
Michael nodded silently, his disgust for Percy and the Ministry of Magic deepening.
“Secondly,” Wade said, “there are some forces lurking in the shadows that might target Hogwarts. If a battle does break out… we’d better be prepared for the danger.”
Michael's heart skipped a beat.
He looked at Wade and caught something...or rather, an emotion, flashing in the depths of his gray eyes.
Suddenly, Michael felt a tightness in his throat and a chill down his spine, as if an icy hand was slowly stroking down from the top of his head.
He resisted the urge to turn back, nodded, and said, "Alright... since you've made up your mind, then go ahead and apply. I don't think Professor McGonagall will object."
(End of this chapter)