Chapter 304: Wil: The Traitor
Chapter 304: Wil: The Traitor
After breakfast, Vold immediately set off. As a peregrine falcon soared across the sky, he glanced down and saw Ferdinand and Fiona seeing him off from the window, the couple leaning against each other, with Fiona waving vigorously.
Every time she saw Vold transform into a peregrine falcon, she would get very excited.
In the neighboring house, Moody was also standing on his balcony.
When Vold looked over, Moody was drinking with his head down, but the blue magical eye seemed to still be chasing after him, and Vold could sense the feeling of being watched.
...
Diagon Alley was still peaceful in the early morning, with only a handful of shops open. However, inside the Aslan Magical Workshop, there were already over a dozen customers.
"Get me a hundred FlowMirrors! A hundred, I want them now!"
"I want a hundred and fifty! I'm buying more, sell them to me first!"
"I represent the Brazilian Ministry of Magic, sir, please observe the etiquette!"
"So what? I'm also representing the Russian Ministry of Magic!"
The two customers started arguing at the counter, and the workshop staff skillfully separated them.
"Please don't worry, gentlemen, we have sufficient stock, and both of your requests can be fulfilled..."
Early in the morning, business was booming. After moving over a dozen boxes of goods, Wil couldn't help but yawn, almost dropping the FlowMirrors he was about to place on the counter.
"Go take a break!"
A colleague patted his shoulder and kindly said, "The real busy time hasn't started yet! Why don't you take a nap now? Did you not rest well last night?"
"Yeah," Wil rubbed his eyes. "Thanks, mate. I'll take over for you later."
Although he knew some basic magic, he hadn't mastered advanced techniques like Apparition, nor did he have enough funds to buy a car.
So the night before, Wil had run for a long time on foot before finally hailing a taxi to return to his rented house, and then came to work here early in the morning.
He was tired and sleepy, his feet feeling light as he walked, and he stumbled into the break room next to the warehouse. Wil collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately.
This time, he slept for a long time.
When Wil finally woke up, he felt as if he had been asleep for ages, wondering why his colleague hadn't woken him up.
Then he realized that he wasn't lying on the small bed in the workshop's break room, but was sitting in a chair, his hands and feet bound by chains.
His eyes were covered with a layer of black cloth, and he couldn't tell where he was, only faintly smelling the fragrance of flowers and grass.
Wil struggled with all his might, and the chains rattled loudly, but they showed no signs of breaking free.
Light footsteps approached, and someone came to his side.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Wil asked, but there was no response.
Then, he felt his body go numb, as if turned to stone, and cold water droplets entered his mouth.
What is this? What did he make me drink? Wil, who was well aware of the horrors of potions, was terrified and tried to control himself from swallowing, but to no avail.
Soon, his consciousness became blurry, and gradually, he even forgot who he was.
...
Vold put away the crystal bottle and watched as the man, under the influence of the Truth Serum, became relaxed, his head drooping powerlessly like a lamb ready for slaughter.
"Tell me your name," Vold said.
After a moment, the man replied, "Will Flint."
Vold nodded slightly, confirming the effect of the Truth Serum.
"The name you registered at the Aslan Magical Workshop is Will Flint," Vold observed. "But I can see that your real surname is actually Flint."
It was rumored that one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded clans, much like the Black family, had disowned members who 'tainted' the family bloodline.
The Weasley family was similar in this regard; they had Muggle relatives, but they never spoke of them, let alone maintained contact.
Vold withdrew his thoughts and asked in a gentle tone, "Will Flint, who instructed you and your friends to attempt the kidnapping of a group of alchemists last night? And where were they to be taken?"
Will's eyelids fluttered a few times before he replied, "The kidnapping... it was a task given by Kurt Dahl. I don't know where they were to be taken, I... I'm not privy to that information."
Vold recognized Kurt Dahl as the bushy-eyebrowed man from the previous night.
He seemed to have little control over his subordinates, which made Vold almost feel sympathetic towards him.
"What about Jenny Padilla, the one who was supposed to be watching you? Where is she?" Vold inquired.
"After the ship set sail, she and I parted ways," Will answered honestly. "She has her own job and had to work today."
"Where does she work?"
"In London... at a Muggle company... I don't know the exact location..."
"You don't know this, you don't know that, you're living quite a confused life, aren't you?"
Vold sighed. "You don't know any secrets, yet you dare to associate with them? Hmm? Tell me about how you joined them."
"Claire was sick, I couldn't find work, and I had no money, so I started stealing... He saved me when I was nearly beaten to death."
Will narrated, "He said that we were all people rejected by the world... werewolves, vampires, criminals, frauds, psychopaths..."
"We all have the right to survive, but the world doesn't allow us to live... But we can't give up on ourselves..."
"We want to build our own community, protect each other like siblings; we want our own land where we can live freely in our true forms; we want our children to be able to go to school and not face discrimination from anyone..."
"I believed in him, so I joined... Whatever he asks us to do, we do it..."
Vold remained silent for a while, then asked a few more questions, only to discover that Will knew very little.
He was an insignificant pawn, unaware of any crucial intelligence, blindly following others in the hopes of establishing their imagined utopia.
Will's involvement in this operation was due to his application for a position at the Aslan Magical Workshop, which had elevated his 'importance'.
Although he merely assisted with menial labor, he was content, and even under the influence of the truth serum, he intermittently recited brainwashing slogans instilled by others.
They sounded like idealistic warriors, but Vold couldn't shake off one particular statement.
"You said earlier that you believed Remus Lupin, who helped you, to be a hypocritical and disgusting philanthropist. Is that truly how you feel?"
"Of course," Will replied with resentment.
"Why does he get to go to school? Why wasn't he abandoned by his parents? Why does he get to sit in a decent cafe while I have to work in a smelly warehouse?"
"He's a traitor to werewolves! One day... one day... I'll rip out his throat and watch him struggle and die in agony..."
(End of Chapter)
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