Chapter 292 — Clang!
292. Chapter 292 — Clang!
Wade paused, then pulled out a blank Book of Friends from his pocket and offered it forward. “Know the usage?”
Clare swallowed hard, carefully taking it. “I… I think I do. I’ve seen others use it before…”
Wade nodded. “Write your name on it, and you’ll be able to contact me. I’ve got other jobs these days—I’ll probably reach out in about a week.”
“Alright, I know,” Clare said, then added thoughtfully: “I’ll contact the other Werewolves too.”
“I’ll prepare the Covenant as well,” Wade asked. “What’s your full name?”
“Griffin. Claire Griffin,” Clare said with a smile.
…
After returning from Diagon Alley, Sirius Black’s House gained a new Streaming Mirror—Harry began running to it every day to watch the broadcasts.
Later, Wade placed two more Mirrors in his own home and Moody’s.
“This is magic’s version of Television?” Ferdinand circled behind the Mirror, astonished. “It’s really not connected by wires?”
“Really?” Fiona walked around the device, then turned to Wade. “What powers it?”
Ferdinand smiled at her. “Magic, of course. My love.”
“Oh! Right!” Fiona clapped her hands. “Wade, did you really invent this? How on earth did you manage it?”
“Well…” Wade pondered for a moment. “Simplistically, it’s just a spell that links multiple Mirrors together, synchronizing their images in real time.”
Fiona nodded vaguely. “Hmm. Anyway… magic is just incredible.”
Ferdinand, meanwhile, was already absorbed in the broadcast.
They’d already learned the rules of Quidditch, but watching a live match was their first time.
“Flying that high?” Fiona gasped, worried. “What if they fall?”
She hadn’t finished speaking when two players crashed into each other midair—then plummeted like broken kites, straight down.
The couple both screamed. Fiona clutched Ferdinand’s arm, instinctively pulling close, fingers interlaced.
The fallen players suddenly stopped just above the ground, hovering briefly before being hastily carried off, faces bloody.
Wade reassured them: “Quidditch matches are played by wizards. Unexpected incidents are usually contained quickly. Professional games even have dedicated healing teams on standby—so death is extremely rare.”
Fiona widened her eyes. “—Extremely rare? So it has happened… more than once?”
Wade hesitated.
“Even without hitting the ground, the speed of that collision would be enough to snap necks or rupture internal organs,” Ferdinand remarked, glancing at Wade with a satisfied look. “Good thing you never played.”
Wade: …
In truth, he’d ridden his broomstick daily during school—just to zip between the towers.
Of course, ordinary flying didn’t require high speeds, not even close to the intensity of professional matches.
But when he transformed into a Falcon, his top speed could reach two or three times that of a broomstick.
Still, Wade shifted focus and turned to Harry instead.
“…He joined Gryffindor’s team in his first year. Once, he fell from fifty feet up—and only ended up with a broken arm.”
Fiona gasped. “Good heavens! Didn’t he panic? If it were me, I’d never get on a broom again!”
“To Harry, that’s practically nothing,” Wade said. “In June, he even took part in the battle against the Millennium Serpent Monster.”
“What?!” Ferdinand exclaimed.
Wade: “The Millennium Serpent Monster.”
As he spoke, the Quidditch match ended.
Suddenly, the Mirror flickered—revealing a massive Serpent Monster, its bloodied eyes glowing, long fangs dripping venom.
The Aslan Magical Workshop’s programming wasn’t yet extensive, so the most dramatic clips played on loop. But the audience still watched, utterly enthralled.
Unlike ordinary Television, the Streaming Mirror displayed images as lifelike as a true mirror—so real, the Serpent Monster seemed to loom right in front of them, ready to burst through the glass at any moment.
The Grays jumped in fright. Ferdinand instinctively stepped in front of Fiona.
Then they saw Harry charging into battle.
Compared to the monstrous serpent, he looked tiny—almost insignificant.
“This… is the Serpent Monster?” Fiona shrieked. “Is your school headmaster insane?!”
“No,” Wade replied, voice slightly unsteady. “It was conducted under safe conditions… and no one died.”
He suddenly realized—his own perspective had subtly shifted.
In the magical world, he’d grown used to accidents large and small. To him, as long as someone wasn’t dead or permanently harmed, it was just a matter of a few potions.
But to his parents—ordinary people living in the non-magical world—watching a monster slam a child into the air was terrifying. And knowing the “warriors” were all teenagers? It bordered on cruel.
If they could’ve seen a Potion-making class live, they’d have screamed so many times their 999 telephones would’ve exploded.
Fiona snapped alert. “Wade, you can’t be joining those things, right?”
“No,” Wade said immediately. “Look—the footage shows no sign of me.”
“Thank goodness!” Fiona, nearly in tears, insisted. “Promise me you’ll stay safe. Don’t ever get involved in anything dangerous!”
Wade nodded, but noticed Ferdinand staring at him, skeptical.
From a father’s knowledge of his son, if Wade hadn’t participated, he’d have said something like, “That’s a stupid waste of time,” or “It’s meaningless.”
Instead, he’d asked them to look for proof.
Wade blinked, silently shaping the words with his lips: I’m in the footage.
Ferdinand finally understood.
Sure, standing nearby carried risk—but it was far better than being flattened by a serpent’s tail.
…
Tonight, no moonlight.
The sea stretched black and endless, merging with the barren, lightless island.
Waves crashed against a towering, dark fortress on the shore. Aside from the rhythmic surge of the tide, nothing else moved.
All the windows in the tower were dark—long abandoned.
Yet, in the narrow room at the very top, one prisoner remained.
A massive stone door sealed the chamber. The only window was a thin crack in the black stone.
A gaunt old man lay on a hard wooden bed, wrapped in a filthy blanket.
Suddenly—clang—a sound echoed in the room.
A palm-sized Mirror was shoved through the narrow crack. It landed on the floor.
(End of Chapter)
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