Chapter 834
Inspiration
Chapter 834 Inspiration
Vader waved his wand gently, like a conductor's baton.
Suddenly, a miraculous scene unfolded:
The rough tape and haphazard bandages were untied by invisible, skillful hands; mismatched gears and twisted wires clattered to the ground, and the crabs' once twisted and dislocated joints were straightened out.
In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so cleaning crabs seemed to have been put on a reverse play, silently and smoothly disassembling into parts scattered all over the ground.
"what!"
Filch couldn't help but gasp in distress, then quickly shut his mouth, afraid of disturbing Wade's repair process.
Gears, bearings, housings, joints... all sorts of parts, big and small, are scattered on the ground, shimmering with the unique luster of metal, revealing a peculiar beauty.
Then, Wade took out his pencil case, opened it, and poured out various alchemical materials that had been pre-processed by the puppets in the space, forming a small pile in the blink of an eye.
Wade looked at the materials and pondered for a moment, then waved his wand again and whispered the incantation.
As the incantation echoed in the room, the various materials seemed to come alive, with silver threads moving toward the broken joints; thin metal sheets gently curling themselves up; and crystals tinkling and rolling, searching for their place.
The parts scattered on the floor assembled automatically under the guidance of magic, emitting soft, pleasant clicking sounds. Filch stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, dumbfounded.
As the last ray of magical light entered the crab's shell, the dozen or so cleaning crabs on the ground were transformed, even more beautiful than before. Their eyes shone with a soft light, and their bodies emitted a light buzzing sound.
Several of them immediately displayed their diligent nature, quickly crawling around the room, attacking the grime that had accumulated in the nooks and crannies over the past few months, and even using their newborn pincers to clean the moss from the cracks in the stones.
Meanwhile, more small crabs scurried to the feet of Wade and Filch, nuzzling against each other as if expressing affection and gratitude.
"Okay, okay! They're all better now!"
Filch watched this scene, his voice trembling with excitement.
He crouched down, stretched out his rough hands, and carefully stroked the smooth shells of the crabs. He even held one in his arms and kissed it reverently.
This usually gloomy and irritable administrator now had reddened eyes, and large tears rolled down his cheeks without warning. He choked back sobs and spoke incoherently:
“Thank you… thank you, Mr. Wade… they… they’re like my children… I really don’t know how to thank you enough…”
He wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve like a child, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.
The little crab, held in his arms, immediately perked up. It waved its pincers, wiping Filch's face with the soft cloth at the end, and even spitting out colorful bubbles to help clean itself.
After being scratched twice, Filch's face was immediately marked with two red marks.
He seemed completely oblivious to the pain, and laughed foolishly, saying, "Oh, cute little thing, look, it even knows how to wipe my tears!"
Seeing Filch's emotional tears, Wade couldn't help but smile, thinking to himself: I should have come sooner.
When Wade saw the crabs damaged in the office, he even considered helping to fix them.
But then came the third competition, Voldemort's resurrection, time particles...
One troublesome thing after another kept Wade busy, and he forgot about the matter. Leaving the dim and gloomy office that was filled with a reunion atmosphere, Wade walked down the long corridor of the castle, his mood inexplicably lighter, and he even temporarily postponed the plane attack.
He recalled Filch's tearful expression and the look on his parents' faces when they first entered Diagon Alley.
Squibs grow up in the magical world but cannot use magic. Even their own families consider them disabled, and many wizarding families are unwilling to admit that they have a Squib relative—even though this is quite common.
The Squibs either leave the wizarding world completely like the Greys, and while they may not be unable to live a good life in ordinary society, they will always have regrets in their hearts.
Or, like Filch, they endure the disdainful stares of those around them and forcibly remain in the magical world, hoping to regain the favor of magic, suffering torment throughout their lives.
But no matter where they are, there is always an invisible barrier around the Squibs, which keeps them separated from others.
So……
Wade wondered: Is there a way to break down this barrier?
He recalled a concept he had seen in a science magazine before—a powered exoskeleton, a full-body armor.
Before he traveled through time, these concepts had not yet been transformed into actual objects, but they already had the rudiments of invention.
To do the same thing with a puppet is much simpler... It only requires a slight modification to the existing structure, without the need for incorporating flexible thinking. As long as the puppet can understand basic instructions, it can greatly improve the lives of Squirrels and even ordinary people.
For example, boots that can levitate; gloves that can be levitated and make heavy physical labor easier; cloaks that can change shape and color...
Countless inspirations surged from his mind like boiling bubbles. A long-lost desire to create and the excitement of exploring the unknown made Wade's heart burn. He wished he could immediately pick up his wand and turn his ideas into reality!
……
"Actually, it wasn't just a simple accident."
Apparating back home, Wade was met with his parents' worried questions when he remembered that just a few hours earlier, the plane he was on had turned into a fireball at the airport.
He hugged his parents and explained, "The plane being struck by lightning was actually Dumbledore's magic. He did this to completely erase all traces we left on the plane, because some things were just hard to explain at the time."
Fiona breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, so that's how it is... I was so scared, worried that if you hadn't left the plane in time, you would have been struck by lightning too!"
"So, you were the ones who ultimately resolved the hijacking incident?" Ferdinand pondered for a moment before replying, "Mr. Alastor and Mr. Lupin must have put in a lot of effort; we should thank them properly later."
"Instead of that, I have a brilliant idea and would like to hear your opinions..."
Wade was still immersed in the excitement of his endless stream of inspiration and had no interest in discussing the hijacking incident, which was now a thing of the past. His thoughts had already flown to a brand new creative field that fascinated him.
"Dad, Mom, listen to me, if there were such a thing..."
(End of this chapter)