Chapter 742
Invitation Letter
Chapter 742 Invitation Letter
The brightly lit circular room was filled with the smell of dragon's blood ink and moonstone powder. The floor was piled with parts, and before it was disassembled, there should have been a DVD player here.
Wade gently placed a green quill on the oak table, and the slender pen stood up automatically, waiting quietly.
Professor Morrie left his seat and stood directly next to the table, watching with great interest.
"Squeak!" The mouse in the cage squeaked twice, circled the food bowl twice, and suddenly climbed up the wire.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." it made an anxious sound.
The quill pen on the table immediately started moving on its own, writing fluent characters on the paper:
【I’m hungry.】
Let me out! Let me out! Get out!
It kept repeating its desire to get out, constantly tugging at the wire mesh on the cage.
Professor Morrie smiled slightly, tapped his wand, and the rat in the cage fell into a deep sleep.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle breeze swept through the office, and the tits on the windowsill fluttered their wings, tilting their heads back and chirping melodiously.
"Chirp! Chirp chirp chirp! Chirp chirp!"
The quill pen continued writing:
[It's windy up there! It's going to rain!]
"good."
Professor Morrie smiled with satisfaction, which also quieted the titmouse down. He then tapped the bell-shaped glass cover next to the pen holder.
Inside the dome were several fairies, each holding a miniature magic wand in their tiny hands, standing in a row on the branches inside the dome like a decorative lantern.
With a gentle tap of the wand, several fairies took flight, their bright blue skins shimmering, their transparent wings flapping rapidly, emitting a noisy chirping sound.
The quill pen moved with lightning speed, and lines of text fell rapidly:
[Hair pulling! Whose hair should I pull today?]
Hey, old man with the white beard, do you want us to be your lanterns too?
I want to eat honey!
[Next time, I'll bring even more friends—a hundred! A thousand! Let's take over Hogwarts!]
The quill pen scribbled rapidly, and the fairies made a commotion of a hundred ducks. Their memories seemed to be bad; one second they were thinking about causing trouble for a certain tree-guarding hunchback, and the next second they were only thinking about filling their bellies.
Professor Morrie's eyebrows almost flew into his hairline. He waved his wand to silence the fairy and the quill, and his eyes seemed to be shining as he looked at Wade:
“Excellent, very good, I mean…fantastic, child.” Professor Morrie smiled, his eyes narrowing. “How many animal languages can this pen translate?”
"Don't know yet."
Wade gently took the quill in his hand; there wasn't a trace of ink on the slender tip.
He said, "So far I have only tested eighteen kinds of animals, and it can translate them all."
"I must say, you always manage to surprise me, child."
Professor Morrie smiled, turned around, took out a gold-embossed invitation from the drawer, and placed it on the table in front of Wade.
"Come and see, what is this?"
Wade glanced at the cover: "...The International Alchemy Innovation Competition?"
"Late July," Professor Morrie said with a smile, "in New York."
Upon hearing this, Wade hesitated, "Professor, do you want me to participate in this competition?" —Wouldn't that be unfair to the other contestants?
Of course, since he's already participated in the magic school league, if Professor Morrie wants him to win a championship and save face for himself, then Wade will naturally participate anyway.
“My dear child, you should take a look at what’s inside first.” Professor Morrie winked slyly.
Wade opened the invitation and saw that it was written in green ink:
[Dear Mr. Wade Gray:]
We are honored to invite you to serve as a special judge for the 35th International Alchemy Innovation Competition.
Your groundbreaking achievements in the field of puppetry have attracted the attention of the International Alchemy Association. This year's competition is expected to have contestants from more than 20 countries around the world creating puppets on-site, and your professional insights will be crucial to the fairness of the competition.
If you are willing to accept the invitation, please reply two weeks before the start of the competition.
sincerely yours:
Chairman of the Organizing Committee: Bastian von Krupp.
Following the main body of the letter was a smaller font detailing the competition time and location, as well as the judges' responsibilities and authority.
The letter also included a door key and a judge's badge to distinguish them from the contestants.
After reading the letter, Wade looked up at Professor Morrie in surprise: "Me? A judge?"
He pointed to his nose, a rare look of bewilderment on his face.
—Are you crazy? Most alchemy apprentices were several years older than he is now when they first came into contact with alchemy.
Professor Morrie took a sip of the bubbly purple juice, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile: "You are indeed younger than the judges of previous years... well, at least fifty—but so what?"
He smiled with a hint of pride and said, "The magic puppet is your invention. In this area, who is more authoritative than you?"
The professor's eyes shone with pride, his joy as pure as a child's.
He doesn't need Wade to win a championship for him, because his student will be sitting directly in the referee's seat this time!
The youngest alchemist in history...
Just thinking about the envious and jealous looks from his other old friends was enough to make Professor Morrie excited beyond measure.
Wade couldn't help but smile, but as he rubbed the invitation in his hand, he hesitated slightly.
He had previously promised his parents that he would not leave easily during this holiday and would spend quality time with them.
And Voldemort is still roaming outside... Dumbledore doesn't know what kind of operation he'll arrange, how's Lucius Malfoy's plan going... Locke and the Cube are both out and about, and Braun has been much more active with the Sorcerers lately... There are also many experiments at home that need his attention...
He had many things weighing on his mind, and Wade, preoccupied with his studies and competitions, hadn't left school much for over half a year.
Compared to those heavy things that are too difficult to talk about, a game... seems so insignificant...
Considering that Professor Murray was unusually happy and expectant, he couldn't bring himself to refuse decisively.
Seeing this, Professor Morrie softened his tone: "There's no need to make a decision now. Just have the owl reply before the deadline. Even if you reject them—"
Wade looked up and saw the professor smiling at him, saying, "Those old fogies aren't even half as good as you at making puppets. What right do they have to tell you what to do?"
The sunlight outside the window suddenly became intense, shining into Wade's eyes and making him feel a little dizzy for a moment.
(End of this chapter)