Chapter 896
Skilled at Bewitching People
Chapter 896 Skilled at Bewitching People
Wade blinked, his mind flashing back to the teacup that hadn't been put back after being washed.
He nodded slightly, not denying it: "Professor Dumbledore did come, but he has already left."
Grindelwald's lips curled into a cryptic smile: "Looks like he's paying special attention to you. What, worried you'll become the next dark wizard?"
Wade calmly said, "He said I did nothing wrong."
"Crack!"
For a moment, Wade thought the glass in his room had suddenly shattered.
He glanced at the window, and when he turned back, he saw Grindelwald leaning against the doorframe, looking perfectly normal.
"Oh?" The old man raised an eyebrow, his nostrils twitching slightly. "He actually condones massacre?"
Wade blinked and said calmly, "Professor Dumbledore agrees with the necessity of eliminating the existence of 'Prometheus'."
"Ha! So you feel... that Dumbledore understands and supports you?"
Grindelwald sneered, "That's the kind of person Albus Dumbledore is! He knows how to give you just the right amount of approval so you feel like he's on your side!"
He couldn't help pacing back and forth in the room, angrily saying:
"But behind his approval, there is always a line called 'rules'! When you accidentally cross that line, he will turn on you without any mercy!"
“We even made a blood oath, swearing we would never hurt each other! And what happened? He has been hindering me, threatening me, betraying our shared ideals, and betraying his own youthful self!”
Wade remained silent.
If one didn't know the inside story and only saw Grindelwald's genuine anger, one might think Dumbledore was a truly treacherous person.
But in fact……
When Ariana died, wasn't it you who ran away first? Wasn't the Blood Pact broken because you wanted to use Dumbledore's nephew to kill Dumbledore, who was standing in your way?
He muttered to himself, a hint of disapproval probably showing on his face.
Grindelwald suddenly stopped in front of Wade, looked down at him, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Never completely trust Dumbledore, kid! Don't let him see the hidden parts of your heart."
The smile on his lips was laced with utter mockery:
"Indeed, he will appreciate your courage in lighting the fire, because he also has a deep loathing for this world."
"But he can never be completely on your side—because deep within those so-called 'noble' souls, there is always something unseen that transcends everyone else!"
"No matter how much he admires you, likes you, or praises you, don't let yourself be blinded! When your behavior conflicts with his beliefs, abandoning you is not betrayal for him, but a necessary sacrifice."
“But I’m different, Vader… I’m looking forward to seeing just how brightly you can illuminate this night sky!”
……
As the night deepened and all was quiet, Wade's room finally returned to silence.
He held the snail, walked to the window, and looked at the city lights.
The snail puppet stretched out its tentacles and asked in a very soft voice, "Master... what was that person doing here?"
"Huh? You mean Grindelwald?"
Wade smiled and said, "Probably to warn me—to be careful of the people around me, to check if there are any loopholes in my identity disguise over there that need to be patched up, and that some of the enemies here have already guessed that I'm in America, something like that?"
"Is...is that so?" The snail puppet's eyes immediately turned into beady ones. "I thought he came here specifically to insult Dumbledore." Wade couldn't help but laugh.
What a person truly wants to say is not in their grand, impassioned speeches, but rather silently hidden in the gaps between their words.
Grindelwald was well aware that his past methods were not working, so what truly filled him with resentment was not Dumbledore's "betrayal," but something else entirely.
Vader recalled a scene from the memory illusion that Dumbledore had shown him—
Grindelwald sent someone to tell Dumbledore that he regretted what he had done in the past and hoped to see Dumbledore.
But Dumbledore refused without hesitation.
A meaningful smile appeared on Wade's lips.
The snail puppet breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "So what he just said was all slander against Professor Dumbledore? That's great! If Dumbledore can't be trusted either, I'll find that terrifying."
The smile on Wade's face suddenly vanished, and he fell silent.
The snail puppet asked worriedly, "Master...did I say something wrong?"
“No.” Wade touched its shell and said, “Keep working.”
"……OK."
The snail crawled onto the table, its eyes shining again. Meanwhile, Wade drew the curtains and made himself another cup of coffee.
On the gray-white wall, dozens of real-time images from the streets and alleys of New York are displayed, and they are constantly switching.
The humanoid puppets were not in the hotel at the moment, but animal puppets of all sizes emerged from the wardrobe space, each occupying a comfortable spot, staring intently at the screen, recording and analyzing everything they saw.
While their intelligence may not match that of humanoid puppets, their basic analytical abilities are no less than those of ordinary people. Moreover, their numbers are numerous; two or three of them focusing on a single camera lens demonstrate a level of concentration and dedication far exceeding that of an equal number of humans tasked with the same job.
The light from the screen danced in Wade's eyes, but he couldn't help but drift off, as if Grindelwald's words were echoing in his ears again—
Never completely trust Dumbledore!
"Deep within those so-called 'noble' souls, there is always something unseen that transcends everyone else!"
Wade took a sip of the fragrant coffee, lowered his eyes, and thought:
Dumbledore is right.
Grindelwald... is indeed very good at manipulating people.
……
Bright yellow police tape cordoned off the Harrington family mansion. Police cars were parked nearby, and some reporters were kept at a distance, their telephoto lenses pointed at the luxurious building.
Salina Goldstein and Rex Grimm stepped out of the black sedan, dressed in well-tailored black suits with senior agent badges hanging on their chests.
Grimm noticed that some cameras in the distance were pointed at them, and he frowned.
Salina said, "Be professional! Dispose of everything you filmed afterwards."
“I know,” Grimm said in a low voice. “I just… I’ve hated this kind of thing ever since that video.”
Salina nodded in understanding.
Actually, she feels the same way now. When the camera is pointed at her by a Muggle, she suddenly has the illusion that she is being targeted by a natural enemy.
(End of this chapter)