Chapter 892
I Have What They Want
Chapter 892 I Have What They Want
Abigail's heart almost stopped!
Her body tensed instantly, her right hand swiftly drawing her wand, the spell poised to be uttered, when she saw those clear eyes slowly…
It closed again.
Abigail's arm twitched reflexively, and she clenched her teeth, swallowing the spell back, not wanting to foolishly expose herself.
A fleeting image flashed through my mind: a boy with gray eyes, and a vampire girl so beautiful she was unforgettable.
Abigail knew that the former... was Wade Gray.
As for the latter...
She bit her lip, a rare wavering appearing in her eyes.
—Is it that buried memory from Hogwarts again?
The image of Brolin's pitying gaze, who had been watching over her when she first woke up, flashed through her mind.
“You’ve been exposed, Sera…”
Brolin said with deep sorrow:
"They gave you an overdose of Truth Potion, and they also tried to completely destroy your consciousness with Imperius and Confusion Charms, turning you into their puppet!"
"To rescue you, Byrd and the others... as well as Kalil, who infiltrated Hogwarts to assist you... they have all sacrificed themselves."
“Don’t cry, my girl… It’s not your fault, it’s Dumbledore and his gang who were too cunning. We knew it all along, didn’t we? Wizards… are just such evil beings…”
"Fortunately, the students at that school didn't know how despicable their principal and professors were, and the rescue plan ultimately succeeded, which is the only thing worth celebrating."
“But…” Abigail asked blankly, “I don’t remember anything?”
"Because you suffered unimaginable torment after being rescued, your mental state was almost completely broken. So we... we had to remove that painful memory from your mind..."
"Be strong, Sera! Stop dwelling on the shadows of the past! You are our partner, our most important weapon! I need you to stay clear-headed and resolute, so that we can finally purify this world tainted by magic!"
……
At that time, Abigail believed it because those around her were her comrades-in-arms, the people she trusted most.
But now, looking back, she couldn't help but feel doubtful.
【Why……】
Recalling the news about Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and Wade Grey that she had seen in the newspapers and on the TV screen, Abigail unconsciously loosened her clenched fist.
Why... when I think back to that place... do I not feel any instinctive disgust or pain?
She calmed herself down and secretly glanced at the abandoned station again.
A corner of the platform had been cleared out, with parts, metal, and the skeletons of an unknown creature scattered all over the ground. In the center was a fire dragon lying on the ground, which looked like it was dead.
This huge creature was so conspicuous that Abigail hadn't even noticed the dusty figure next to the fire dragon.
The alchemist Ilari abruptly threw down his tools, stood up, paced anxiously around the fire dragon, and even lunged at it to kick and punch it.
"Get up! Get up! Why aren't you moving? You could at least yell!"
He frantically rubbed his hair, his dark circles under his eyes becoming even more pronounced, and muttered to himself:
"Why did it fail? The structure, the materials, the rune sequence... I designed everything according to the optimal solution, so why can't it come to life? Do I have to completely copy Wid Grey's puppet to succeed?"
“Iraqi!” Brolin approached and said, “For us, a good weapon is one that can kill; whether it’s original or copied is irrelevant. This kind of behemoth…”
He glanced indifferently at the lifeless object on the ground and said, "Even if it moves, it's just a target. Don't waste any more time on it!"
"What do you know?! You haven't studied alchemy, so you wouldn't understand at all!"
"You can only make small things if you can make big ones! I can't even figure out such a big fire dragon, how am I supposed to compress the runic structure onto a smaller creature?" Ira shouted in frustration.
He seemed to be going crazy, grabbing his hair and spinning on the ground: "Ants... ants... he can actually make ants... how did he do that?"
Brolin was stunned by the roar, and even his eyes cleared a little. He stared at the fire dragon that was more than three meters long, and then, thinking of the overwhelming swarms of ants and bees shown in the video, he suddenly felt a bit of Iraq's despair and pain.
Illari abruptly turned her gaze to Brolin and said, "Weren't you in trouble with the IRS? Have you already taken care of it? Why are you here in this musty place? You didn't come just to watch me fail, did you?"
His temper burned like a flame. Brolin remained silent for a moment before saying, "I am prepared to cooperate with Prometheus."
Illari instantly forgot his earlier anger and took a half-step back in disbelief: "What? You're insane?! Cooperating with Muggles who want to dissect us?"
“Illarry, Muggles can use light to etch and store millions of words of information on a chip the size of a fingernail,” Brolin said calmly.
Ilari's expression immediately changed, and he subconsciously asked, "Really?"
Brolin said, "Of course, I wouldn't lie to you."
“But…but…” Ilari fidgeted with his fingers, hesitant. “How could they genuinely cooperate with us? Don’t be fooled by those people!”
“Of course they will!” Ilari said with a sneer, “because we have what they want—powerful puppets that are indistinguishable from real people!”
He tapped the chest of a vampire next to him and said:
"Do you know what those old guys hiding behind the scenes crave most? It's a body that won't age, won't decay, and can still move freely!"
"What?! You want to touch my puppet?!" Illari was shocked and instinctively spread his arms to block his favorite puppet.
“Listen, genius!” Brolin said, “There’s a crazy theory among Prometheus’s that if one could completely transfer a person’s consciousness into a puppet, then a certain degree of immortality could be achieved!”
"Even if one day this shell breaks or becomes outdated... as long as a new one is installed, this deformed life form can continue to be maintained."
"And in exchange... we can get their resources, intelligence, and political asylum in the Muggle world! What's the IRS? There are always people they can't touch!"
"Think about it, my friend..."
Brolin's voice was seductive: "As the only one who can provide such a puppet, you will have endless resources to experiment and research! You will also have Muggle's mature micro-precision manufacturing technology to assist you."
"By then, what will Wade Grey be? You'll even surpass Nicolas Flamel and become the greatest alchemist in the world!"
Ilari's breathing became heavy, his gaze fixed on the fire dragon puppet he had practiced countless times.
Finally, he slowly lowered his arm, a glint of longing in his eyes: "Really...can you do it?"
Brolin looked into his eyes, smiled, and then turned his gaze to the puppets that were swaying in place as if they had no self-awareness, and said softly, "Of course!"
……
Wade suddenly felt a chill.
He rubbed his arms, got up and poured himself a steaming cup of black tea. Just as he was about to sit down, he heard a knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking was unhurried, unlike the innkeeper who always had a bored look on his face, or his impatient son, and naturally it didn't match Antoine and the others' habits.
Vader's heart tightened instinctively, and he drew his wand and brandished it—
On the wall next to it, there were originally dozens of images divided into small sections, with all sorts of people walking around in the images.
At that moment, all the images vanished instantly, leaving only the wall that had been covered in stains and watermarks.
A snail the size of a volleyball scurried swiftly down the table and quickly hid itself under the coat next to the chair.
Vader gripped his wand tightly in his right hand, waved it, and the door slid open silently—
Albus Dumbledore was standing outside the door.
The principal's long hair and beard seemed to shimmer under the lamplight. He had just taken off his travel cloak and draped it over his arm. Behind his crescent-shaped glasses, his blue eyes held a gentle smile.
“Good evening, Wade,” Dumbledore said casually. “I hope my unexpected visit has not disturbed you?”
(End of this chapter)