Chapter 532
Squirrel
Chapter 532 Squirrel
Lupin's return meant that the rebellious mascots had been brought under control, and other adult wizards also returned to their tents one after another.
Arthur Weasley followed Lupin into the room and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his sons and daughters were safe.
"Thank God, nothing happened to you. Otherwise, how can I explain to your mother?"
"Dad, has the wizard who cursed the mascot been caught?" Ron asked.
"No, it hasn't. In fact, we haven't even figured out who did it yet!" said Mr. Weasley.
"Where are Bill and Charlie?" Ginny asked, standing on tiptoes to look behind them.
"Bill is injured and Charlie is looking after him."
Mr. Weasley waved and said, "Come on, we should go back, get a few hours of sleep, get the portkey early tomorrow, and then go home."
The Weasley children quickly stood up and followed their father out. Before leaving, George approached Wade, blinked, and said:
"Don't worry, we have discussed it. We won't tell anyone about you having that cabinet."
The others also made a swearing gesture, and Wade smiled and nodded.
In fact, after he visited Mr. Flamel, it was not known how Nick Flamel contacted the Ministry of Magic, but in any case, Wade's cabinet, which was cast with the Traceless Extension Charm "for the purpose of alchemical research", had been registered with the Ministry of Magic of various countries.
So even if people know about the existence of the closet space, it is not illegal.
Of course, the staff of the Ministry of Magic did not know how big Wade's cabinet was. Perhaps in their understanding, the cabinet was at most equivalent to a small material storage room.
Afterwards, other elders also came over and took their children back. The adults all had nervous and tired looks on their faces. They had no time to exchange pleasantries. They just said hello and left in silence.
Finally, only Lupin, Vader, Harry and Hermione were left.
Before going back to his bedroom to sleep, Harry asked, "When is Sirius coming back?"
"I don't know. Maybe he found the trace of a dark wizard again and chased after him?"
Lupin had a worried look on his face. He said gently, "He hasn't contacted me yet. I will tell you as soon as I hear from him."
Sirius was often like this. Harry couldn't help but sigh for this worrying godfather and said, "Remus, you should also go to bed early."
"Okay." Lupin smiled and watched the children return to their bedrooms.
That night, although everyone was exhausted, few could fall asleep.
Wade lay on the bed fully clothed and turned over. He could still hear faint crying coming from somewhere.
Not everyone had the chance to sleep peacefully, as the violent leprechauns and veela were extremely cruel, and some people eventually lost their loved ones.
The Ministry of Magic was unable to come up with enough portkeys in a hurry, and there were only a few wizards who had the ability and authority to make portkeys. The most important thing was to send the wounded to the hospital first.
Therefore, some people who were slightly injured, frightened, and some families of the dead had to stay in this nightmarish camp temporarily, and the people from the Ministry of Magic would arrange for them to rest temporarily.
The crying was intermittent, and it made Wade's head buzz.
He turned over several times and thought that everyone else was probably asleep, so he got out of bed again and went downstairs to pour himself a glass of butterbeer. After hesitating for a long time, he finally didn't drink a sip and instead took a can of coffee.
He walked outside the tent while drinking coffee and sat where he had chatted with Bill before. He looked up at the sky, where a few dim stars were hidden among the clouds.
"Gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-"
The low, slow cry of an owl came from a distance, and no other animals responded, which seemed particularly mournful and lonely. As if in response to this call, a deep, indescribable melancholy rose in my heart, as if gnawing at my heart inch by inch, making me feel very cold.
Vader thought back to this night in the original novel... He couldn't remember if anyone was killed, but it probably wasn't. The thing that impressed him most was the Dark Mark rising into the sky.
But now...
Wade was feeling melancholy when something suddenly flashed before his eyes, causing him to become concerned.
He calmed himself down and looked at the weedy land in front of him. A moment later, a squirrel poked its head out from the grass, looking at Wade tentatively with its round eyes, its ears erected forward, and a pair of small paws tucked into its chest.
Vader: “…”
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to find that the squirrel had boldly run up to him, with its fluffy tail raised high, a serious expression, and a series of crisp "squeaks" coming out of its mouth.
Vader blinked slowly, with only one thought in his mind - should he pretend that he didn't realize who he was and take the opportunity to catch him... and tease him?
Giving it to Harry as a pet...it would be fun...
As the desire for morality and mischief was pulling at Wade's heart, the squirrel in front of him had quickly given up trying to communicate with him using "squeaks" and leaned over to write a line of words on the ground with its little paws:
[I am Sirius Black. I was turned into this. Take me to Dumbledore.]
Vader: “…”
He felt regretful for a moment, then reached out and lifted the squirrel up. He looked into the pair of black eyes and asked, "Are you really Sirius?"
The squirrel nodded solemnly, his large tail swaying behind him.
"I see. I'll go find Dumbledore now."
Wade said, putting the squirrel on his shoulder and stuffing the communication pea into his ear: "Contact Albus Dumbledore."
A moment later, he heard the prompt sound that the communication was connected.
……
"boom!"
"Look at what your Irish mascot has done! Is this a show or murder?"
"Everyone loved them when they were in our country, and they were fine during the competition. The reason they went crazy must be that someone must have done something to our lovely mascots!"
"That's right! It was your failure to do a good job in security at the British Ministry of Magic that led to this accident! You must give us an explanation!"
"Our British mascot didn't go berserk and attack the audience!"
"Yeah, because they are not even qualified to participate in the competition!"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, we should not look into who is responsible now, but discuss how to solve this matter, and find out who is the wizard who cursed the mascot."
"I have never encountered anything like this in my career! We lost twelve Veela! Do you know how great a loss this is?"
Before Wade got close to the huge and magnificent tent, he heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside.
Dumbledore walked out of the tent quickly, still with a helpless and tired expression on his face.
(End of this chapter)