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Chapter 298: He's Not My Friend
Chapter 298: He's Not My Friend
The Eight-eyed Giant Spiders reproduced rapidly, and the limited space in the wardrobe meant they often turned on each other, devouring their mates and offspring.
Vold didn't immediately release these vicious creatures. He sat down and took out the Friend Ledger, opening it.
On the SSC's page, several new lines of text had been added, with the Weasley Twins sharing their Egyptian adventures with everyone.
The Weasley family had recently won The Prophet's annual award, and the family, who had no travel plans, quickly packed their bags and headed to Egypt for a vacation, where their eldest son Bill worked.
Soon after, Hermione joined the conversation, sharing her experiences from her vacation in France. Theo told her about the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, which was also excellent.
It was clear that the communication in the Friend Ledger had been restored.
Vold didn't plan to share his current situation with his classmates. He flipped through the ledger, pausing briefly on Remus Lupin's page, then turning to the page for contacting Dumbledore.
[Professor Dumbledore, today I encountered...]
Vold picked up his pen, but before he could finish writing a line, the movement of the pen stopped.
He hesitated for a moment, then erased the line.
Then, Vold put away the Friend Ledger and sprinkled some of the collected golden dust back onto Professor Morrow. Finally, he poured out a bottle of Elixir of Life and Death, turning it into a thin mist that enveloped everyone on the ground, ensuring that even if they played dead, they wouldn't wake up midway like he had.
Vold then put away the wardrobe space, only bringing out the Eight-eyed Giant Spiders and Mihal, which were enough to fill the entire compartment.
Having been deprived of fresh air for a long time, the spiders became excited, waving their claws and making a 'clacking' sound.
"Quiet," Vold said softly.
The entire compartment fell silent.
The Eight-eyed Giant Spiders were intelligent creatures, and although they were cold-blooded and cruel, they knew how to seek benefits and avoid harm.
The young wizard, still in his youth, emanated a vibrant aura of flesh and blood, looking extremely delicious.
But beside him, a firebird, not much bigger than a sparrow, was hopping around curiously, observing the foul-smelling compartment.
The spiders hid the murderous gleam in their eyes and became as obedient as loyal puppies.
Vold leaned against the compartment, closing his eyes to rest, while weighing his plans in his mind.
Calling the headmaster would naturally ensure safety and deal with the enemies.
But Dumbledore's idea of 'dealing with' was different from what Vold wanted.
Sending those who wanted to harm him to Azkaban, where a massive prison break might occur in the future, couldn't be considered a 'solution.'
Moreover, those guys knew his origins, had seen his appearance, and might even investigate his parents.
While Vold's safety could be guaranteed, what about his parents? Should they rely entirely on the neurotic Moody or the busy Dumbledore?
Magic could make wizards godlike, allowing them to do things that Muggles could only imagine, but it also imposed significant restrictions on wizards.
When Muggles killed, whether with knives, guns, ropes, or their bare hands, they inflicted harm on others, but the impact on themselves was often limited to psychological trauma, if any.
When wizards killed, whether using magic or physical means, murder always damaged their souls.
But...
Vold turned his gaze to the spiders beside him.
What if a Magical Creature committed the murder?
...
The box truck sped along the highway, leaving the lights of London Bridge behind as it gradually faded into the distance.
It merged into the flow of vehicles heading towards the dock.
Suddenly, a round hole the size of a soccer ball appeared on top of the truck, and a deep brown bird emerged from it. It looked around, its neck pattern glowing with a blue sheen.
A nearby car suddenly shook violently, and a chorus of honking filled the air.
"You scared me!" came a complaint from the passenger seat of the car. "What's wrong with you? Falling asleep on the highway?"
"No..." The driver spoke with lingering shock, "I just... I think I saw a child on top of that truck..."
"What?" The passenger in the front seat craned his neck and peered out, "Where?"
The top of the truck, now some distance ahead, was empty, devoid of any presence.
"Maybe... maybe I was mistaken?" The driver said uncertainly.
"You must have dozed off!" The passenger in the front seat declared, "Let's take a break at the next service area."
"...Okay."
The driver had no energy to argue, but his doubts persisted—was he truly mistaken?
...
The honking of a horn made Vi turn around, but seeing no accident, he disinterestedly turned back.
He was still on top of the truck, having regained his human form and immediately cast an Invisibility Spell.
Vi had intended to follow the truck in flight, curious about its destination, but upon emerging, he realized his foolishness.
While the compartment was indeed filled with foul air and hostile eyes...
Following a speeding truck in flight was a tremendous test of endurance. Moreover, if the truck entered an enclosed space, a Peregrine Falcon following closely behind would only draw more attention.
Among Will's group, even those who weren't full-fledged wizards would know the Animagus spell.
Since he had already left, Vi didn't plan to return to share a room with the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider. Instead, he sat on top of the compartment and cast a series of spells to protect himself from the wind and cold, ensuring a stable and comfortable position.
He didn't care if he triggered the Trace Threads; if the Ministry of Magic had the capability, let them pinpoint his location on the highway! They'd also need to confirm that the spell originated from him.
If the Ministry of Magic were that efficient, they'd first have to deal with the truck drivers.
As night deepened, the truck and a box truck ahead of it drove straight onto a ship docked at the pier, navigating through a series of twists and turns before coming to a stop at the agreed-upon location.
The box truck, due to its different weight, was parked several spaces away.
Soon, people from both trucks emerged. They had removed their masks, allowing Vi to see their faces clearly.
"You can relax now," Will said, "I need to get back; I have work tomorrow morning."
"Sorry, but you have to stay with me until the ship departs."
The counter clerk placed her hand on his shoulder, her smile carrying a hint of threat, "You understand, right... We're worried you might secretly report us to your werewolf friend."
"Remus Lupin is not my friend."
Will's expressionless face said, "He's just a condescending benefactor, and I feel disgusted every time I have to smile at him."
"It's good that you think so!"
The bearded man with a sturdy build patted his shoulder, empathizing, "He's the son of Lyall Lupin, and he gets to attend Hogwarts and make friends. How can he truly understand people like us?"
"Oh, no... According to those guys, we're not even considered human, let alone people! Haha..."
The bearded man burst into hearty laughter.
"Shut up, you're drawing attention!" A bow-legged, bushy-eyebrowed man said coldly, then asked the truck driver, "How are the wizards?"
"They're fine," the driver laughed, "They've been quiet the whole way."
"Go check!" The bushy-eyebrowed man ordered.
"Eh, is that necessary?" The speckled-faced driver hesitated, "What if the golden dust gets blown away when we open the door?"
"Go and see!" The bushy-eyebrowed man said through gritted teeth.
"...Alright."
The speckled-faced driver reluctantly put on his mask, walked to the back of the compartment, unlocked and opened the iron door.
A sea of dense green eyes stared back at him.
(End of Chapter)
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