Chapter 893
Zhang Wang's Coordinates
Chapter 893 Coordinates of Looking Back
Wade slammed the door shut behind him, shutting out the light from the damp hallway outside.
Turning around, Wade asked with a calm expression, "Professor, I thought you weren't going to leave England anytime soon."
"It is said that our friend Tom has a brilliant plan to break him out of prison, but he will probably have to wait for the right opportunity."
Dumbledore draped his cloak over the coat rack, walked to the old armchair in the room, sat down, and then said:
"So I can also take some time to travel around... So, how's life as an 'ordinary person' in America going? Oh!"
He stood up in surprise, then pulled a snail with very large eyes from under his coat.
“I’m sorry, Wade… I didn’t know you kept pets in your clothes.”
Wade slumped his shoulders in exasperation, walked over and took the snail: "Don't joke around, Professor. I don't believe you can't tell it's just a magic puppet."
The snail trembled in Wade's arms, as if it had been greatly frightened, its eyes curving into wavy lines.
Dumbledore peered at it with great interest, leaning forward slightly, and said earnestly to the amber-colored snail:
"Please forgive my rudeness, little one. I didn't mean to sit on you."
The snail puppet cautiously poked its head out of Wade's palm, its two tentacles swaying, magically making everyone understand its meaning—"It's okay."
“Thank you for your leniency,” Dumbledore said with a chuckle, then straightened up, his gaze shifting from the snail to Wade’s face, and asked, “Can’t this lovely little fellow talk?”
“Yes,” Wade said, “but not every puppet is talkative; it happens to be the kind that is shy and prefers quiet.”
He stretched out his palm, and the snail quickly crawled up his fingers onto the bed, burrowed under the pillow, and hid itself completely, with only its antennae occasionally peeking out.
Dumbledore watched this scene with a deep smile in his eyes, as if even the fatigue from traveling thousands of miles had disappeared.
“It’s really interesting,” he said to Wade. “I think I understand why you always have a preference for these small animal figures.”
Wade laughed and said, "Besides being cute, they can make people lower their guard. Who would be wary of little bugs under their own windowsill while they're having a conversation?"
“For example…” Dumbledore said, “those little snails that have been all over New York these past few days?”
Wade nodded, making no attempt to hide anything: "Actually, the vast majority are normal snails—snail eggs hatch in just a few days under suitable temperature and humidity. Before the storm, we cultivated a large number of snails; they were the best cover-up."
Dumbledore recalled how quickly the snail had darted away and understood—even if someone suspected Wade, it would be difficult to find the puppet he had set up.
Because what people can directly see are actually all real snails.
Furthermore, he couldn't help but notice one word—
"us".
Is it Vader's puppet... or the sorcerer party that keeps him company?
While Dumbledore's thoughts drifted, Wade got up and took out a thick stack of documents.
“Although I came here for the Purifiers, I only learned after arriving in America that there is an organization far more dangerous and evil than the Purifiers—Prometheus.” “Professor, please take a look at this first.”
Dumbledore took the documents and immediately noticed the yellowed pages, the curled edges, and the fine fuzz that had appeared on the top stack of papers from frequent flipping.
This document has been around for a long time... So, who handed it over to Wade?
The image of an old friend flashed through his mind.
A surge of anger welled up in Dumbledore's heart before he finally looked at the following content—
They secretly kidnap, lure, and sell children who show magical talent, and even some unsuspecting adult wizards become their prey.
Anatomy, gene analysis, organ transplantation, chimerism and hybridization, development of specific viruses, sensory overload experiments...
Extreme evils, both imaginable and unimaginable, are all presented in black and white.
Even in death, the "experimental subject" cannot find peace; every part of the body will be used to its fullest extent.
It turns out that what Mabel and the others experienced was not the limit; that group of people could do even more inhuman things.
The text is already difficult to explain, not to mention the numerous graphic images interspersed throughout.
Of course, it wasn't just wizards who were harmed; the vast majority were ordinary people—vagrants, marginalized groups, prisoners of war from defeated countries, and even citizens and wounded soldiers who "disappeared without cause" in their own country.
Regardless of skin color, race, nationality, or religion, they are all the same to those people; they are all inexhaustible resources.
Very few people, like Harrington, directly applied the experiments to themselves; most Prometheus members were waiting for the success rate of the experiments to be raised to a level where there was no danger to their lives.
Before this, countless ordinary people had become stepping stones for them to achieve victory.
The subsequent documents detail the actions of those who died in the hurricane—
Those seemingly respectable politicians, glamorous socialites, and incredibly wealthy tycoons were all fully aware of Prometheus's actions. At the same time, each of them was protecting the plan, providing resources, and looking forward to the day the experiment would succeed.
Undeniably, Dumbledore rushed to the United States because of the sudden surge of deaths in New York, and he was weighing how to begin the conversation until he knocked on the door.
However, after reading the materials, the usual gentleness and tolerance in his eyes were replaced by something deeper and colder.
At that moment, even he thought that these people... truly deserved to die.
There was even a feeling that they died too easily.
However, after looking at Wade, Dumbledore took a deep breath almost imperceptibly, suppressing the surge of anger that had just risen within him back into the depths of his reason.
Wade's personality was somewhat dangerous, and with Grindelwald and his ilk around him encouraging him... they wouldn't restrain him, but would only praise his decisiveness and be happy to see him abandon morality and principles...
Therefore, Dumbledore must never allow himself to be the one to light the fuse. But if all that remains is harsh criticism and lecturing, that would be his greatest failure.
He must be a cable, a compass to look back at... to prevent the boy before him from being swept away by the storm and lost his way.
(End of this chapter)