Chapter 837
Inhuman Feeling
Chapter 837 Inhuman Feeling
Sirius is much better now. We're planning to go on a "Lilliput Adventure" trip before school starts, and it would be great if you could come along!
Although as one of the inventors, you're probably already very familiar with the game, playing it with friends is definitely a different experience. Are you free lately?
On the parchment, folded three times, was Harry's somewhat messy handwriting.
On the desk, there was also a pile of parchment containing notes from friends who had contacted Michael, Hermione, and others, and the topics of their discussions were all pretty much the same.
Marchionne advertised "The Adventures of Lilliput" even at the American Alchemy Tournament, and naturally, he didn't overlook other wizarding villages around the world. Recently, the game has become the hottest news in the wizarding world, and even Voldemort's resurrection has been completely forgotten.
Because the number of visitors eager to experience the adventure far exceeded expectations, and there was only one playground, even 24-hour operation could not meet the surging crowds, so Marchionni had to introduce a reservation system to his amusement park.
Every tourist who has personally participated in this adventure has given it extremely high praise, and the positive word-of-mouth has snowballed, making reservations for the game increasingly scarce.
Harry and his friends booked the game as soon as they returned to the country, and they're still waiting in line.
As Wade looked at the parchment, a slight smile crept onto his lips. He could almost picture his friends looking on with anticipation as they left their messages.
He gently smoothed the parchment that had been restored to blank, and the ticking of the distant clock suddenly became clear, while the curled pages and ink exuded a unique fragrance.
Wade picked up his quill and wrote in his reply to Harry:
That sounds interesting. But unfortunately, I'm currently dealing with some research and can't be there for the time being...
To Michael, Wade wrote:
"...I haven't been able to find the time lately. After you've played it, please tell me your honest opinion. I trust your judgment."
Also, there's something I might need your help with...
Then, Wade contacted Marchionne and asked him to arrange for all his friends to come in the next few days.
To ensure a good visitor experience and avoid accidents, Maggiore does not overcrowd the amusement park in pursuit of profit; the number of reservations for each ride is only about 60% of the venue's capacity.
Therefore, it is not difficult to temporarily insert a few slots; this is one of the convenient channels he has reserved for important partners, friends, subordinates, and others.
After dealing with various miscellaneous matters, Wade unfolded Dumbledore's parchment and traced his finger over the simple message on it:
The Auror Squad will depart for the United States in three days.
The boy's eyes were calm yet sharp at that moment.
It's time to leave. He will arrive in America two days earlier than the Aurors.
Thinking about the time he would spend waiting, Wade couldn't help but shake his head.
The Ministry of Magic's sluggish administrative efficiency was exactly what Vader had expected, but it was still frustrating.
Nearly a week has passed since the plane incident, and even the top news headlines in Muggles have shifted from "the plane swallowed by lightning" to "the government announces a crackdown on owners of 'dangerous dog breeds'".
Given such a long period of time, if the other party had intended to cover it up, all the clues would probably have been carefully investigated and eliminated.
When the Aurors arrive in America, they will probably only see the conclusions that the other side wants them to see.
Fortunately, he never intended to rely entirely on these people, even though Moody and Kingsley were among them.
……
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft halo around the boy as he slowly descended the stairs.
Fiona, who was arranging flowers in the living room, looked up at the sound and her gaze fell on her "son," but she couldn't help but be momentarily dazed.
In that instant, some details from last night's dinner table flashed through my mind—
The unusually gentle curve of Wade's lips as he listened, the extraordinary focus in his eyes when he spoke to them, and the tighter-than-usual hug when he said goodnight...
The perception that had been blinded by the happiness of "her son being as adorable as when he was a child" suddenly became clear; it turned out that everything had a traceable origin. The dazedness in Fiona's eyes quickly faded, replaced by a knowing tenderness tinged with a hint of crystalline glistening.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and said, "Oh... it's Viser!"
The puppet Viser stopped abruptly, unable to resist touching his face, and asked:
"How did I get recognized again? Do I have words written on my face?"
Fiona smiled at his bewildered expression.
"Silly child. How could a mother not recognize her own child?"
Viser paused for a moment, then earnestly asked for advice:
"It seems my performance was inadequate. Please advise me—how should I act at school so that others won't notice?"
"Well... this..."
Fiona put down the flower branch in her hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Actually, you already look very similar, you just need to pay attention to a few more details..."
Ferdinand stood at the restaurant entrance, holding the newspaper he had just retrieved, listening to the conversation between the two men, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
He was surprised that Fiona had so readily accepted a puppet as a substitute for her son, allowing it to move freely outside. That discovery, which should have sent chills down Ferdinand's spine, seemed to have left little shadow on her heart.
Perhaps Fiona had already prepared for today's scene when she first met Viser in the wardrobe space?
Or perhaps... in her world, love and support for her son always come before all other thoughts and emotions.
Just like back then, when Vader brought Dobby back and said he wanted to hire that house-elf, Fiona immediately showed great joy and enthusiastically helped Dobby prepare a room.
She did this not because house-elves were so lovable, nor because Dobby could help with chores, but because they were Vader's friends, partners who would travel far and wide to find Vader.
This unreserved trust and tolerance sometimes surprised even Ferdinand, and made him a little jealous.
The man stood still in the doorway for a moment, took a deep breath, walked into the living room, placed the newspaper on the coffee table as usual, and said in a natural tone:
"The weather is so nice today, Fiona, I can smell the aroma of freshly baked bread—Viser, what do you want for breakfast?"
……
"British Airways flight BA183 to New York's JFK Airport is now ready for boarding. All passengers, please proceed to Gate 7 with your boarding passes for verification..."
A soft female voice came over the airport's public address system, accompanied by a rustling sound.
Upon hearing the announcement, the young man wearing sunglasses and a brown trench coat picked up his black suitcase and walked towards the boarding gate queue area, where many passengers had already formed a line.
Soon it was the young man's turn. He handed his ticket and boarding pass to the staff member. The blonde woman in the British Airways uniform took them, punched a small hole in the boarding pass with a hole punch, and smiled at him.
"Good morning, Mr. Joel Black, have a pleasant journey."
The young man took the boarding pass stub, nodded slightly, and walked past the blonde woman.
Behind the sunglasses, a faint golden light seemed to flow in those gray eyes, giving them an almost inhuman feel for a moment.
Greta Bailey.
In the field of vision, above the blonde woman's head, a name was swaying slightly with her movements.
Thanks to the reader for reminding us, Wade's parents had already seen Viser in the closet space before.
The previous text has been slightly modified.
(End of this chapter)