Chapter 643
Gray Eyes
Chapter 643 Gray Eyes
"Good job!"
Michael grabbed Wade's shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance: "When those three guys surrounded you, I thought you were done for!"
"Let's go! Back to the castle! We're going to have a grand celebration!" Anthony shouted excitedly.
"Congratulations, Wade!"
"That's awesome! I knew those guys couldn't handle you!"
Classmates and friends flocked over, some hugged him, some shook hands with him, some stretched out their arms to try to pat his shoulder, and some kept pushing in front of him as if they were meeting for the first time.
Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice came from the side: "I'm so proud of you, child!"
Cedric and Harry were surrounded by their classmates from their respective houses, and the noise and shouts made the air by the lake feel hot.
Some students from other schools looked rather grim. But so what? The Hogwarts students were caught up in their excitement, and nobody cared.
Fudge stood up, his belly protruding, a smug smile on his face. He shook hands with the principals of other magic schools and some foreign wizards who came to watch the competition, his smile impossible to hide.
At the long table, a young reporter was jumping around taking pictures of the minister. He would lie down for a while and stand on the platform for a while, trying to capture Fudge from every angle, completely ignoring the glares he was getting.
Wade's gaze swept across the crowd and met Dumbledore's eyes.
Those deep blue eyes were like a spring, shimmering with a quiet smile. He nodded slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth smoothing out, his gaze filled with gentleness and contentment.
Wade nodded, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face, his eyes crinkling slightly, his heart leaping with joy.
At that moment, the figures and sounds around them suddenly became blurred, and the smiling faces seemed to turn into streams of light, eventually becoming a dark cave surrounded by damp, dark gray soil.
He saw a toad covered in mud waking up from hibernation.
It moved its limbs, and its swollen eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of gray horizontal pupils.
"Goo-"
The toad croaked with a deep, muffled croak.
It lay on the ground, seemingly depressed for a while, or perhaps still half asleep. After an unknown amount of time, it finally clumsily moved its body and slowly crawled out of its mud nest.
The surrounding area was a dimly lit swamp, with damp, cold mist floating on the mud. Wade could almost smell the rotting reeds and seaweed.
The toad crawled across the damp ground, leaving a winding trail behind it. Finally, it stopped beside a piece of moss-covered, rotten wood and made a low, rumbling sound.
For some reason, Wade felt as if he could hear a kind of sadness and despair in its voice.
The toad had only croaked a few times when it suddenly froze—
From the other side of the rotten wood, a rustling sound came, as if something was approaching, stepping on withered grass.
Mucus seeped out from the toad's back.
It shrank its neck, trying to find a place to hide, when suddenly a shadow fell over its head.
The toad slowly raised its head, a very difficult movement for it.
Above its head, a young wolf poked its head out, its nose moist and shiny, its amber eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.
The wolf tilted its head and stretched out its paw, as if trying to catch the toad that had woken up too early.
The toad was instantly terrified. It leaped up and fled, its bulging eyes seemingly meeting Wade's gaze directly—
……
The dream shattered instantly. Wade opened his eyes abruptly, his fingers instinctively gripping the edge of the desk, almost jumping up from his seat.
Michael, who was next to him, was awakened by his violent reaction. He opened his eyes groggily, glanced at him, and mumbled, "What's wrong?" Before he could finish speaking, he slumped back onto the table and fell asleep again without waiting for Wade's reply.
The classroom was filled with the drowsiness of the afternoon, and Professor Binns' unchanging voice came from the podium:
"The root cause of the rebellion... ah... as stated in the third paragraph of the textbook, stemmed from the fairies' demand for the right to use wands. But according to the Management Act..."
Even snoring came from the back row; most people were already asleep, and Professor Binns pretended not to see it.
Wade's breathing gradually calmed down, and he felt as if the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
"What's wrong?" Padma, who was forcing herself not to fall asleep, turned her head and asked in a low voice, "You rarely come to the History of Magic class, and you actually fell asleep? Vader, you didn't specifically choose this class to catch up on sleep, did you?"
“I had a nightmare,” Wade mumbled.
He looked at his history of magic textbook lying open on the table, and the image of that toad's eyes seemed to flash before his eyes again...
That lucid pain, disgust, emptiness... and when faced with danger, the intense fear and the yearning for survival burst forth in his eyes...
Those eyes contained so much complexity that one subconsciously felt they weren't the gaze of an animal, but rather the soul of a human trapped in an ugly shell.
And those gray eyes...
Wade instinctively reached out and pressed his hand against his eyelids.
The warm eyeballs rolled under the fingertips; they were not vertical pupils, nor did they bulge noticeably from the face.
He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
I hope it wasn't a precognitive dream.
Wade wouldn't allow himself to be unlucky enough to be turned into a toad and unable to escape.
Hmm... If one day Sirius were turned into a toad, Wade swore he would find him before the wolf killed the toad and find a way to turn him back.
……
"A nightmare?" Theo asked with concern, fork in hand, at dinner time. "What kind of nightmare?"
"Don't mention it."
Wade sighed wearily, the images from his dream still lingering in his mind. He picked up a fried egg and asked, "What were you saying about the Slytherins lately?"
Theo glanced around, then lowered his head and whispered, "It seems Malfoy has fallen out with everyone else."
"What kind of news is this?" Michael asked, resting his chin on his hand, poking at a pie with boredom, and rolling his eyes. "Didn't they already have a falling out?"
“This time it’s different. Even Pansy Parkinson isn’t walking with him anymore,” Ryan said furtively. “We once saw him secretly crying in the bathroom.”
Michael paused, his fork in his hand, and frowned. "I think I heard Daphne say that her father is still missing."
"It's been half a year, hasn't it?" Theo asked, puzzled. "Where did he go?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ryan quickly nudged Theo's arm and gave Wade and the others a meaningful look, and they all shut their mouths.
Vader looked up and saw Draco Malfoy walking through the middle aisle, his gaze cold and arrogant, as if no one was worth a second glance.
Wade was taken aback, his gaze following Malfoy for quite a distance until Malfoy walked over, found an empty seat at the end of the Slytherin table, and then abruptly turned his head.
His eyes narrowed, his lips tightened into a line, and his expression was cold and sharp, as if silently warning—"What are you looking at?"
Wade withdrew his gaze, a slight thought stirring within him.
How could I forget?
Draco Malfoy also has grey eyes... as does his father.
I went to work too late today, so I only have one update.
(End of this chapter)