Chapter 491
Magic Does Not Exist
Chapter 491 Magic Does Not Exist
"Can I bring a broom?" the Cube asked again, "Without it, we both lack mobility, and it will be inconvenient to track or escape."
Wade thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
"Wow, am I going out too?" Broom was overjoyed and rushed out.
Finding that today's master was particularly easy to talk to, the Cube raised a paw and asked tentatively:
"Can we take Michal with us? It's a bit of a waste to keep him locked up at home all the time. And you know, Master - neither Locke nor I have any way to destroy the Horcrux."
Vader raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Vader has only released Michal a few times since his birth, for the simple reason that this bird, the incarnation of Fiendfyre, is too dangerous for others.
Fiery flames can burn anything that can burn, and will grow stronger as they burn.
This kind of magic is not completely uncontrollable, but it is difficult, and there are very few wizards who can fully control the Fiendfyre.
So theoretically, if Michal loses control, it could burn down a city just by spitting.
Under the particularly sharp gaze of his master, the Rubik's Cube put down its claws awkwardly and laughed dryly:
"That doesn't seem possible... Then can the cloak... Ahem, of course the cloak should be left at home, as there can't be no one to do the work."
The Cube dragged Locke towards the window, waved its claws and said, "Goodbye, Master. We will definitely come back with good news!"
The broom flew out of the window first and stopped at the window, and his whole body was filled with the anticipation of going out for fun.
"Wait." Wade took two steps closer and said, "If you encounter a problem that you can't handle, please contact me immediately. I will bring Mihael and rush over as quickly as possible."
"Know it!"
Cube and Locke rode on their brooms, their bodies gradually merging into the same color as their surroundings. Finally, the only sound in the air was the joyful sound of the brooms:
"Hahaha, Voldemort, Death Eaters, tremble, we are coming!"
With a "whoosh" sound, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Wade's hair was blown a few times.
The cloak was squatting at the door of the wardrobe space, with its arms resting on its collar. Although it had no facial features or expressions, it managed to look pitiful.
"Let's go." Viddy pulled the cloak over his arm and said, "You have other work to do."
"I know... I have to clean the house..." The cloak said coquettishly, "But Master, I also want to go out and play... Can I take turns with the Cube?"
"Your task is much more important than cleaning." Wade opened the door and walked downstairs, whispering, "You have to help me keep an eye on someone."
The cloak shook its golden hem in surprise and said, "I'm so conspicuous, I'm not suitable for surveillance, right?"
"Not just monitoring him," Vader said, "but also taking care of him and protecting him. You are the smartest cape in the world, I believe you know exactly what to do and when."
The cloak stiffened for a moment, and then said in a confident tone: "Of course, I will definitely not let my master down... What is my goal?"
As he spoke, Wade had already reached the corner of the stairs. He heard the voices in the living room, and stopped walking. After a while, he continued to walk downstairs, and his cloak also cleverly quieted down.
"Look, I don't know how you did it... I'm grateful that you healed me. But magic? That's really outrageous, Gray dear."
The old man with sparse white hair shook his head and said in a gentle tone: "No need to use such lame excuses, children. If you need any help, please tell me directly. I am happy to help."
He smiled self-deprecatingly: "I have nowhere else to go now anyway... As long as you can provide me with three meals a day and a place to sleep, I can give you my previous research results, and I can also help your child who is in school write a paper."
His tone sounded disheartened, as if he didn't care about anything and wasn't even interested in living.
Ved could understand why he became like this - after all, this Mr. Cornelius Dhawan was once admired and respected by everyone, but after he became seriously ill, everyone around him abandoned him.
It would be fine if he was confused all the time, but sometimes he would wake up briefly and clearly feel the torture of the illness on his body, and even his dignity was humiliated.
He once sat in a wheelchair, sitting on his own excrement, feeling as if countless ants were gnawing at his whole body, but he couldn't even scratch it.
Even though my body has healed now, those injuries cannot be completely erased from my memory.
Cornelius didn't know how he was cured - as a Muggle, when he was discharged from St. Mungo's, the therapist gave him a forgetfulness spell, making him forget his experience during his hospitalization - but he didn't want to find out.
He used to be a scientist, but now, Cornelius felt that his curiosity was completely dead.
"Hey, now that you see me, are you still going to deny the existence of magic?"
Coco stood beside the coffee cup with her arms folded, and said angrily: "I am the clever, cute, smart and capable puppet Coco, a companion made by the great Master Vader himself! Have you ever seen someone like me in the Muggle world?"
"I didn't expect that in just a few years, the technology of intelligent robots has developed to this level?" Cornelius sighed, "I really slept too long and can't keep up with the times."
"Robot? Coco is not a robot! And...oh, there's Dobby! Have you ever seen a house elf?"
Coco shouted loudly: "Dobby! Dobby! Come here quickly!"
The house elf appeared with a thud and served the guest a cup of tea. "Tea, please, Mr. Dawan."
Cornelius Dhawan rubbed his eyes and asked Ferdinand in confusion: "I seem to be dazzled... Are these robots already very common? To be honest, have I been asleep for twenty years in one go?"
"I don't think technology will be as advanced as you think in twenty years," Ferdinand said. "That's magic, Cornelius."
"No, no, no, magic doesn't exist." Cornelius shook his head and said, "The natural world operates according to the basic laws of physics. There is no such thing as teleportation, and man-made objects cannot have independent thoughts. This is just a unique trick... I just haven't figured out what you're using."
"Here comes Wade." Ferdinand saw Wade coming down from upstairs and said with a smile, "Why don't you talk to my son? He is a real wizard."
"wizard?"
Cornelius raised his eyebrows, showing an expression that said "Let me see how you guys are going to make this up", and turned to look at Wade.
Vader didn't say anything, but just shook his arm, and the cloak stood up instantly, flying around Cornelius. In the other's astonished eyes, it said triumphantly:
"Come on! Guess what I did to do this!"
(End of this chapter)