The Adventures of the Loyal Fairy

The gray-haired boy's name was Gislin Travers; he had thick hair and a long, pointed nose.

According to Gisling himself, he came from a "prestigious pure-blood family," and his father held a "high-ranking position in the Ministry of Magic." This seemed to be intended to intimidate Edmund and Snape, prompting them to voluntarily give up their beds.

Clearly, he didn't want to sleep in the middle either.

Not to mention Edmund, even Snape only moved his lips slightly upon hearing this and continued packing his luggage.

When Edmund waved his wand, pulled out a shoe cabinet enchanted with a Stretch-Without-Trace Charm, and at least ten pairs of his exquisite custom-made dragon-skin boots floated into the cabinet, and began tidying up the excess silver scales and magical cauldron, Gislin was completely dumbfounded. He didn't even know from what angle to marvel at his roommate's overflowing wealth.

He quickly forgot about the question of "why should I live next to two other people" and decided to get something out of Edmund Soman.

Normally, Edmund would be happy to "befriend" someone like Gisling.

Their desires and demands are quite obvious, and with Edmund's abilities, they can quickly be deceived into believing that the sun is square and the moon is flat. Even if they are sold out by Edmund, they will still be eager to help him count the money.

But today's schedule was too tight, and the 11-year-old was already very tired. Edmund had no intention of continuing the pleasantries, and after a quick wash, he went to bed.

As Edmund's spirit continued to sink, he soon received a call from another voice. Edmund turned to look and saw that the thing was breathing heavily, as if it was enduring some kind of pain.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the same demon who had tried to murder Soman and her son a few days earlier.

Cold and despair tormented the fairy's body; he was being guarded by Dementors, and not a trace of joy remained in his heart.

The fairy's soul was cursed and summoned the moment he harbored murderous intent towards Edmund Soman, and now no longer belongs to the fairy himself.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, God himself said:

Whoever kills Cain will be punished sevenfold.

As the Sorting Hat shows, the thing that is now Edmund Sohman has had many names. The most distinctive of them is his original identity: the firstborn son of Adam and Eve, the first evil thought in humankind, and the progenitor of murder.

Although these titles seem utterly ridiculous and even shameful to Edmund today.

But to be honest, the powers and curses they brought were still incredibly useful, making him unable to resist them.

Therefore, the goblin who wanted to kill Edmund and was cursed by him... the poor little thing has lost its sense of self and can only tremble under the guard of the Dementors.

At this moment, in the fairy's brain, which no longer belonged to her, many different voices were flashing. The voices, male and female, old and young, were layered upon each other, like an old radio adjusting its channels. And when the "channel" was finally tuned, they all spoke at once, telling the fairy to "run away quickly."

Run away, run away to a warm and dry place! You're still useful; you're a precious battery, meant to provide your master with magic and energy!

Where could he escape to? He was already extremely weak! These despicable wizards had actually made a pact with these evil monsters, entrusting him, a fellow intelligent being, to their care! What difference was there between this and throwing good money after bad? The Dementors were ready to take a bite out of him at any moment!

I want to go to my master's side... to serve my master...

That's unnecessary, you vulgar fairy! Your master doesn't need you right now; he just wants to sleep!

What should I do...?

"He's here. This is the leader of the goblins," a muffled voice said, its tone low. "I hope you understand that this is an accident that Minister Jenkins is extremely unhappy about! We are also eager to find out who is targeting Mr. Soman."

The fairy looked up and saw a tall witch. If the fairy knew her, she would know that she had recently been promoted to become the secretary of the Minister of Magic.

"Not a single clue?" a wizard with a German accent asked coldly.

“…………”

The witch's expression was solemn, as if she had an answer in her heart, but was afraid that if she really said it, there would be no turning back.

After a long while, she murmured weakly.

"But...but Mr. Soman is also a pureblood!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, and indeed produced an effect similar to being struck by lightning. The German-accented wizard immediately understood her implication.

"There is an extremely powerful dark wizard in Britain who is slowly gathering power"—this matter has not yet become common knowledge throughout Europe, but the German Ministry of Magic, which is particularly wary of the term "dark wizard," has already heard the news from many well-informed individuals.

Just as both wizards were trembling with fear at this strange situation, the goblin suddenly leaped into the air and clung tightly to the prison bars like a monkey.

It's no wonder the British Ministry of Magic is in such a predicament. Ever since the previous Minister of Magic, Ignatius Taft, proposed breeding Dementors, British wizarding prisons have become increasingly accustomed to "Dementor guards."

When Dementors are around, these Ministry of Magic officials even forget how to cast spells—thus, the German wizard instinctively avoided the goblin's attack, while another was stunned and had his wand snatched away by the goblin.

"Four and a half..."

Before the wizard could finish his incantation, the fairy apparated. The wizard had the ability to follow, but not the obligation.

The fairy, however, was unaware that the other party was a civil servant from out of town, and there was no need to risk her life against him. So, disregarding the consequences, she headed straight for her destination, using Apparition several times in succession.

During the third movement, the demon split apart, losing half of its right ear; during the seventh movement, its head shrunk slightly, presumably because it had lost a piece of its skull.

When the fairy finally arrived at his destination, he was already in a daze, covered in cold sweat. When the cold wind blew on him, he looked so pitiful that it would break the hearts of anyone who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

But his only audience showed no pity. The fairy lay in the middle of the corridor, with a seemingly sparsely furnished prison cell to his right.

In the prison lived a gaunt old man, so thin he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over. But he had a pair of extremely sharp eyes, like lightning flashing across the night sky, or like a steel knife.

Was the old man angry, or mocking? The demon couldn't tell. He was in great pain and only wanted a glass of water and a little magic potion.

But the fairy's lips moved, then the next second it grinned, revealing a smile full of fangs. Then, another voice crept up from the fairy's throat, as if another person, with another mouth, was hidden in its chest:

"Greetings, Mr. Grindelwald!"

The voice was full of energy, with a touch of youthful naiveté.

That was Edmund's voice, and this was Nurmengard—the wizarding prison where the former Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, was imprisoned.

The gaunt old man was Grindelwald. Hearing this, he gave a sinister smile and shook his head, unsurprised.

"Gentleman, hello."

The old man, who had claimed countless lives, spoke gently and kindly.

"Did you get your three magical artifacts back?"

Upon hearing this, the fairy shut her mouth, raised her eyebrows, and looked extremely displeased.

"I have other plans. You're still the same, always so boring."

After he finished speaking, he manipulated the fairy to turn and leave. Grindelwald watched the staggering figure and gave a dry laugh.

The fairy casually opened the door, which was supposed to be opened from the inside only by wizard guards. Nurmengard did not allow apparition. But the guards outside merely glanced at him, unsurprised and silent. They then simultaneously looked away.

The fairy limped along, found the basement door, and slipped inside. Several of his fellow creatures, in similar circumstances, lay in the cellar; it was indeed warm and dry, just as their master had promised.

Finally, the fairy closed her eyes and fell asleep contentedly.