Chapter 420
Make this Vader smaller!
Chapter 420 Make this Vader smaller!
For a moment, Lockhart thought he had seen heaven.
No...According to his record in the human world...he might go to hell...
Just as the two were about to roll their eyes, the shackles around their necks loosened a little. Gar tried to breathe fresh air into his chest and took a hazy look at the little girl.
The white eyes were cold and strange, and the black mist was still showing its fangs and claws, without any sign of exhaustion or weakness.
Gar immediately gave up the idea of counterattack, knelt down on the ground, raised his hands high, and secretly kicked Lockhart twice.
Lockhart: "..."
He struggled for a moment, and when he saw those strange eyes looking at him, he immediately knelt down without hesitation.
"Have mercy, Miss Maybelle!"
Gar didn't dare to shout loudly, so he pleaded in a cautious tone, "We are not a threat to you at all! We dare not report to the Ministry of Magic. Please, spare us!"
Mabel: "Do you know me?"
"Of course, I'm not face-blind like my uncle..." said Gal.
The little girl tilted her head, looked at them, and said nothing.
Lockhart suddenly had an idea. He pointed to the top of the bookshelf and said, "The top... the third newspaper on the right on the top shelf. You'll understand if you take it down and take a look."
A dark energy reached out like an octopus tentacle, pulled out the newspaper, and opened it in front of Mabel.
Three black and white photos suddenly appeared in front of him, and two of the guys were kneeling on the floor.
Gar whispered, "We are all fugitives from Azkaban. If we are caught by the Ministry of Magic... well... they will definitely let the Dementors give us a kiss..."
"Kiss?" Mabel was puzzled.
"That's worse than death," Lockhart said fearfully. "Dementors suck the soul out of a person, leaving only a mindless shell."
"So please rest assured that we will never report you to the Ministry of Magic. We don't want to see the Ministry of Magic any more than you do." Gar added: "If you need... need any help, I can also... uh..."
He wanted to speak louder but was worried that Maybelle needed them to die or do something dangerous, so he stuttered and was unable to speak.
The black fog rolled back.
Mabel asked, "I want to contact someone, do you have any suggestions?"
Lockhart and Gar looked at each other and asked curiously, "Well...wouldn't it be OK to just send a letter?"
"But I only know that he goes to Hogwarts. I don't know the exact address," said Mabel.
Gar understood that this girl probably grew up in a Muggle society and did not understand the magic of magic.
But the threat of death had not yet passed, he did not dare to laugh, he just knelt on the ground and said honestly:
"Owls don't need to know the address. They can deliver the letter to you - as long as the person's house is not under a repellent spell."
"Who do you want to contact?" Lockhart also took the initiative to show his value: "Well... I used to be a professor at Hogwarts, maybe I can provide you with some help..."
"—you? Professor?"
Mabel looked at the wizard kneeling swiftly in surprise, frowned and asked, "How dare you lie to me?!"
Seeing her tone becoming dangerous, Gar hurriedly said, "It's true, he really was a professor! Although he was later sent to prison for fraud... but if the person you are looking for is in Hogwarts, he probably knows them."
Lockhart nodded vigorously. He couldn't admit that when he was in school, he didn't pay much attention to those mediocre students - especially the boys - and he didn't take the trouble to get to know most of the reclusive professors.
Mabel looked at him suspiciously for a moment and asked, "Vide Grey... do you know him?"
……
Vader is in the closet space thinking about Christmas presents.
Well...he originally planned to give each person a communication pea, which is simple and convenient.
Aslan's Magic Workshop sent him a box of samples, and a rough calculation showed that there would be two left after sending them all.
But Michael was right. No matter whether these things were worthless to Wade, they were very valuable to others.
If every time he gave others gifts worth tens or hundreds of Galleons, but others could only give him a book or a box of candy, even if Wade himself didn't care, the other party, or even the other party's family, would feel great pressure.
If Wade's goal was to recruit a few obedient followers, it would be fine to give them more benefits, but this is not the way to treat friends.
In this case, time would be too tight... Fortunately, his Transfiguration skills are quite good.
Moreover, Wade had experimented with using magic in the wardrobe space before. Perhaps because this was an independent magical space, it formed a shielding effect similar to that of a Faraday cage, so it would not trigger the Ministry of Magic's trace warning.
Wade looked at the time and felt that he still had time. He tapped the magic material next to him with his wand, and a small broom began to take shape...
……
"Jingle Bell……"
Wade was awakened by a loud alarm. He sat up suddenly and saw a pile of gift boxes beside him.
He remembered that he had completed the task he had set for himself, and yawned, tears filled with sleepiness welling up in the corners of his eyes.
Packing a gift box next to it is the puppet that Wade made during his holidays. It looks short and fat, like a Rubik's Cube. Each small square that makes up its body contains at least one tool, and it can also move forward, backward, up and down like a Rubik's Cube.
Although its appearance is not very pleasing, it actually has many functions and can do ten things at once.
At this time, the Rubik's Cube puppet stretched out its two mechanical claws to pack the last gift box. Its round eyes rolled around on its head and looked at Wade, asking with concern, "Did the master have a nightmare?"
"No, I just didn't get enough sleep."
Wade missed the time turner so much at this moment. He stepped over the gift box on the ground and hurried to wash up. Before he changed his clothes, he heard Michael knocking on the door several times.
"Come on, Vader! We're going to the mall after breakfast!"
"right away!"
Wade called back, and then heard Michael and Harry thumping down the stairs.
Just by listening to the footsteps, you can tell how impatient those two people are.
Come to think of it, a small village like Hogsmeade is attractive to students, not to mention the large shopping malls in London.
Wade changed his clothes and was about to tidy up the closet space when he saw the half-organized gift box.
Thinking that they were only going shopping, and they couldn't stuff the things they bought into the bottomless backpack in front of ordinary people, Wade gave up the idea of bringing a wardrobe space. "According to the list I made before, please help me send all the gifts before dinner." Wade said to the Rubik's Cube Golem, "Don't forget to pack the snacks made by Coco."
"I understand." The puppet said in a muffled voice. When it saw that Wade was about to leave, it yawned again. It suddenly asked, "Why does the master want to do it himself? Isn't it easier to buy gifts like others?"
Vader didn't expect it to ask questions in addition to obeying orders. He was surprised for a moment, then his attention shifted to its questions.
"Hmm... maybe it's because I expect them to smile with surprise when they receive the gifts?"
He thought about it and said with a smile.
“This kind of satisfaction cannot be replaced by any gift you buy.”
……
Wade actually didn't really understand it at first - in his previous life, every winter his mother liked to knit sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves and the like for him.
He didn't understand. These things didn't cost much to buy directly, and the styles were richer and the stitches were finer, not inferior to hand-knitted ones at all. Why bother to spend time and effort to knit them by himself?
It was not until later, when he attended a pottery class and made a pair of teacups for his parents, that he suddenly understood that feeling.
When you prepare a gift for your loved one, you expect that the other person will be happy about it, so every second of preparing the gift is a happy one.
This is not a one-sided process of giving or gaining, the gift giver himself will also gain joy and satisfaction.
——Of course, if a carefully crafted gift is not appreciated, the blow is doubly severe.
When Wade prepared gifts before, he focused on practicality. He made sure that even if he was actually a little perfunctory, the other party would be happy to receive his gift.
But this time, touched by Michael's words, he prepared each gift carefully and once again experienced the anticipation and joy of giving gifts.
For most of the night, even though his nerves were screaming that it was time to rest, his heart was so excited that he couldn't stop until he finished all the work.
Entrust the final letter to the Rubik's Cube Puppet. The owl has already been booked and will come to your door later.
Wade rubbed his eyes and went out to have breakfast with peace of mind.
……
Most boys are not as enthusiastic about shopping as girls, especially when the prices of goods are beyond their expectations.
Harry's aunt had always been very frugal in her life, and although Harry did not have a very clear concept of money and although he had a vault full of Galleons, when he thought that he would have to rely on this money to get through the remaining four years of school life and that it would be impossible for him to have a high income right after graduation... Harry did not dare to spend money on luxury goods.
Michael's pocket money was just a little more than that of the average kid, but in terms of disposable assets, he was not as good as Harry.
A few of them walked around Harrods but didn't buy anything. After leaving, they tacitly went to a nearby discount supermarket.
The prices were much more reasonable this time, and most of the things they were interested in were less than two pounds, so they wouldn't feel bad about buying a lot. Several people pushed their shopping carts and walked towards the areas where they liked the goods.
Wade bought a few boxes of fruit and then looked at the meat area next to it.
Roast turkey is a must on Christmas Eve. Even though Fiona spends a whole day smoking, roasting and marinating it every year, the taste of turkey is still hard to describe.
Every time this happened, Wade would think about how to convince his parents to replace the roast turkey with a roast chicken, or even a roast duck...
But they always say that Christmas is incomplete without turkey.
Wade was holding a box of steak and looking down at the label when a bald old man pushed a cart past him and Wade moved aside.
A supermarket employee pushed a cart past them, the boxes on the cart piled high, almost touching the ceiling, filled with processed turkeys ready to be put on the shelves.
When the cart passed by, the originally spacious passage immediately became narrow. Wade subconsciously moved aside again, looked at the roast chicken painted on the cardboard box, and yawned again.
I heard a hoarse voice beside my ear -
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Wade's consciousness suddenly fell into a daze, and his body slid down involuntarily. A skinny hand supported his arm.
"Get some sleep," the man said.
……
As the cart passed by, the bald old man raised his hand and casually patted the boy on the shoulder, and the boy, who was originally listless, immediately fell forward.
Before he fell, the old man held him up and poured a bottle of potion into his mouth.
The tall and slender figure shrank instantly and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few pieces of clothing.
The old man tapped the pile of clothes with his dry branch-like fingers again, and they shrank in the blink of an eye.
On the floor, there lay a sleeping little man the size of a palm, looking like an exquisite doll.
The old man bent down to pick up the little man on the ground, put it into his pocket, then hunched over and hobbled towards the cashier.
In just two or three seconds, the cart piled with boxes clattered past, leaving only a shopping cart with a few boxes of fruit on it.
This scene happened so quickly that no one noticed it, whether it was Harry and Michael who were selecting items on the shelf a few meters away, or Lupin who just looked but did not buy because he was short of money, or the mall security guards, sales clerks, or customers shopping nearby.
Only the worker who was about to put the turkeys on the shelf but found that most of the boxes on his cart were empty was stunned for a while, then scratched his head, thinking that he was too busy and confused.
The bald old man didn't buy much, so he quickly paid and left the supermarket. A black car was waiting outside the door, and the door opened immediately when he approached.
The old man got in the car and sat down. As the door closed, his appearance changed.
His face was as thin as a skull, with deep eye sockets and a frail body, but his eyes were still burning brightly, as if he was still young and full of idealistic enthusiasm, but the deep lines on his face showed indifference.
This old man is none other than the dark wizard who made the whole of Europe tremble—Grindelwald!
In fact, he escaped from prison long before the news came out of Nurmengard.
The driver started the car immediately, and the person in the passenger seat turned around impatiently and asked, "Sir, did you... succeed?"
Grindelwald coughed as he took the unconscious young wizard out of his pocket.
The co-pilot immediately revealed an ecstatic look: "As expected of you! Many people have been eyeing this kid, but none of them have succeeded!"
"I just took advantage of Dumbledore's inability to split himself and bullied a child. There's nothing to be proud of."
Grindelwald said coldly, but instead of handing the young wizard over to the co-pilot, he stuffed it back into his pocket.
"I hope the value this kid brings to me can match the risks I take for him."
(End of this chapter)