Chapter 762
The Young Eagle Takes Flight
Chapter 762 The Young Eagle Takes Flight
Wade stood at the door of his parents' bedroom, raised his hand to knock, but then lowered it.
After arranging everything, he hesitated, considering how to tell his parents.
After that league match, he promised himself he wouldn't travel around during the holiday and would spend quality time with his parents. But before July was even over, he was going to break his promise.
Just as Wade was wondering how to start the conversation, he heard his parents speaking through the door:
"Why isn't this coat packed?" Ferdinand said. "Didn't you just take it out and wash it yesterday?"
"Oh no, I can't bring this," Fiona said, annoyed. "I forgot to check the weather there yesterday... It's been 30 degrees Celsius in New York these past few days! It's much hotter than here!"
"New York?"
A thought struck Wade, and after knocking on the door, he went inside and saw his mother, Fiona, with her back to the door, packing clothes into an open suitcase.
Her father, Ferdinand, was helping her, with neatly folded robes and clothes piled up to the side, while Fiona was packing various household items into an iron box.
"Mom, what are you doing here..." Wade saw that all the clothes were his and tentatively asked, "Are we going on a trip?"
The couple exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly at the same time.
Fiona sat sideways on the edge of the bed, patted the bed to indicate that Wade should sit down, then stroked his hair and said with a smile:
"So, have you figured out how to convince us?"
Wade asked in surprise, "So you already knew?"
“Of course,” Ferdinand said. “Alastor told us his purpose when he came in.”
Wade was immediately annoyed—he had been so preoccupied with figuring out how to start the conversation that he had completely forgotten about this.
As neighbors, Moody had a good relationship with Wade's parents, so naturally he wouldn't remain silent when he came to visit and was about to take someone else's son away.
“And then there’s Dobby,” Fiona said softly. “When he’s about to leave, does he think he can just leave without telling us?”
Wade lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner... There's an alchemy competition in New York, and they invited me to be a judge. I was originally planning to decline... but there's someone there who wants to meet me."
"Her?" Fiona's eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately perked up. "Is it that girl named Natalia? I've noticed for a while that she treats you differently..."
"No, it's not."
Before she could veer off into completely absurd territory, Wade interrupted her, half-laughing and half-crying, saying, "It's...it's an old lady, and she's also one of the judges for the competition."
"Oh……"
Fiona immediately slumped her shoulders in disappointment and lost interest in asking any further questions.
In her view, it was perfectly normal for a master of alchemy to admire Wade and want to meet him. Perhaps, like Nicolas Flamel, he wanted to entrust him with his research and alchemical legacy!
Speaking of Nicolas Flamel, the old man preserved countless elixirs of immortality before the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed, and he still lives quietly in some corner of the world, maintaining correspondence with Vader.
However, in his final days, Nicolas Flamel only wanted to spend time with his wife, to revisit the places they had been, and he did not want to be disturbed by the various trivial matters of the magical world. He also cut off contact with most people.
Therefore, many people believe that Nicolas Lemaître is "dead".
Ferdinand came around from the other side of the bed, carrying the blue coat that Fiona had rejected, and said:
“I think we should still bring this outfit… Although New York is hotter and more humid than here, what if the weather changes? It’s better to be prepared.” Fiona’s expression wavered for a moment, then she hesitated and said, “But that would make the suitcase very heavy… and Wade didn’t bring his magical space with him.”
Ferdinand sighed in agreement and said to Wade, "If I had known, I should have let Dobby leave after you had packed your things."
Wade: "...Actually, the weight doesn't matter. No matter how much stuff is inside, a little magic can make the box very light."
"Really? That's wonderful!" Fiona exclaimed happily. "Magic is so useful!"
She then not only stuffed the blue coat into the suitcase, but also put back all the items she had painstakingly rejected earlier.
Wade watched helplessly as umbrellas, cameras, water bottles, flashlights, and cold medicine took up space in the suitcase, and Fiona even prepared to stuff in tissues and a travel guide. He said, half-laughing, half-crying:
“Mom, there are stores in New York too, I can buy all these things there.”
Moreover, he can solve many small problems in life with magic, so he doesn't need these items at all.
"Sigh, you're thinking too simply. How can you be sure you'll find a safe shop in such an unfamiliar place? What if you run into a scammer or a robber?"
Fiona said worriedly, as if Wade wasn't a wizard who almost killed Voldemort again, but a child who had never left his parents' side.
Ferdinand kept packing things, then looked at the thickness of the box, remained silent for a while, and finally said:
“There’s no room left, Fiona.”
Fiona wasn't worried about this at all. She beckoned to her son and said, "Come here, Wade, use your magic to make the suitcase a little bigger... just a little bit is enough, don't go overboard, or people will notice at airport security."
Wade exclaimed in surprise: "Airport?"
As he spoke, he drew his wand and waved it twice at the suitcase. The item, which was much taller than the suitcase, suddenly sank down, as if a large hole had been dug into its bottom.
“Yes, Moody said you’d be flying to America.” Fiona was also surprised: “Didn’t he tell you?”
“…No.” Wade remained silent for a while, then, seeing his parents discussing what items he couldn’t bring on the plane, he couldn’t help but say, “I thought…you didn’t want me to travel far.”
Fiona paused, and her incessant talking stopped.
Ferdinand smiled, walked over, placed his hand on Wade's shoulder, and said, "You've grown up, Wade... Although we wish you could stay with us forever, it's impossible to really do that..."
His gaze toward his son was filled with pride and profound acceptance: "The eaglet will grow up and fly on its own, to see a wider sky. We will not, and cannot, keep you by our side forever."
Fiona turned around and hugged Wade gently, her eyes filled with worry and concern, but she spoke with a smile:
"It would be a lie to say I'm not worried, but I know you have your own things to do... Now that you've made the decision, don't hesitate or regret it!"
She reached out and stroked Wade's cheek, smiling, "We're already very satisfied and happy that you've been able to stay home for so long."
Ferdinand said solemnly, "So... when you're away from home, you must always remember that there are two people at home who are always worried about you and thinking about you... for our sake, you must also be careful in everything you do and take good care of yourself."
He looked deeply into his son's eyes and said:
"And then... I returned home safely."
(End of this chapter)