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Chapter 446: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin
Hi, Michael:
Thanks to Dumbledore, I’m back safely—everything’s fine. I’ll be returning to school this Sunday evening. The Book of Friends isn’t with me right now, so I’m just choosing to write you a letter instead. Details can wait until we meet in person. Please tell the family back home I’m alright. Hope you’re all doing well.
Wishing you good spirits,
Wade
Wade signed his name, waited for the ink to dry, then folded the letter neatly and slipped it into an envelope. He watched as an owl soared out of the window, carrying the message into the night.
He’d actually wanted to go back to his old apartment—just to gather up the things he’d left behind, including all the Christmas gifts stacked there. But as soon as he took a step toward the door, Fiona gripped his wrist tightly, her fingers icy cold.
"Not now," she said softly.
Wade gently patted her arm. "Tomorrow morning, I can ask Moody to accompany me. He was the Ministry of Magic’s most skilled Auror—his presence will put your minds at ease."
"But Moody hasn’t been home lately," Ferdinand frowned.
Then he reconsidered. Wade’s back now. If Moody left to rescue him, he should be returning soon. He changed his tone. "How about this: I’ll go with you tomorrow morning to visit Moody. If he’s not there, we can contact Remus Lupin. I have his contact info."
The truth was, after this kidnapping, the couple weren’t about to let Wade out of their sight—even the London house now felt tainted to them. Even though Wade could fly as a Falcon or Apparate in seconds, he still smiled and nodded in agreement.
Once the letter to Michael was sent, Wade sat at the desk by the window, sorting through his books—those that recorded Dark Magic. Even the copies were dangerous. Not only because of the darkness of their contents, but because these books themselves possessed a kind of existence harm. Some tempted readers to open them; others summoned disasters; some induced hallucinations. They had to be sealed with proper magic when not in use, and reading required specific techniques.
Like Hagrid’s beloved Strange Beasts of the World—if you didn’t stroke the spine before opening it, the book would act like a rabid dog, capable of biting off a finger.
Wade had barely begun when he heard the distant crackle of fireworks. He looked up sharply, thinking it might be Moody returning—only to see two familiar figures walking toward the main entrance.
"Sirius Black! Remus!" Wade leaned out the window, waving excitedly.
The two adult wizards looked up, smiled, and waved back. They were dusty from travel, their conversation previously tense and serious, but upon seeing Wade, their expressions instantly lightened.
Wade rushed downstairs. As he passed the study, Ferdinand opened the door. "Wade, what’s going on?"
"Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are here!" Wade called back.
By the time they reached the ground floor, Fiona had already opened the door and greeted them.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Gray."
"Long time no see, Mr. Gray."
They smiled warmly, then hurried to Wade’s side. Seeing him safe and sound, they exhaled in relief.
"Great, you’re alright!" Remus Lupin pulled him into a firm embrace, his voice trembling slightly. "I’m so sorry, Wade."
"It’s not your fault, Remus," Wade said, patting his back. "You know who we’re talking about—Gellert Grindelwald."
"Stop looking so gloomy, Moony," Sirius Black said, slinging an arm over both their shoulders. "This was an incredible adventure, wasn’t it? Wade, I wish I’d been there—facing the Dark Lord who ruled Europe fifty years ago! That must’ve been thrilling!"
Remus Lupin just sighed and rolled his eyes—really?—especially in front of Wade’s parents.
Wade couldn’t help laughing.
The Gray family understood they needed privacy. After preparing dessert and black tea, they retreated upstairs to the study, leaving the space for the three of them.
After a long conversation, Sirius and Remus learned the general outline of Wade’s ordeal. In turn, Wade learned about their pursuit of the Wizard Purity Party—how they’d tracked them all the way to their fortress.
"We thought they’d locked you in their old hideout," Sirius frowned, his eyes sharpening. "But Gellert Grindelwald took you straight to the battlefield instead."
Remus placed a hand on Wade’s shoulder. "I can only imagine it wasn’t pleasant. Wade, if—if—they ever forced you to hurt someone, don’t carry that burden. We all know you didn’t choose that."
"I’m fine," Wade smiled. "I just did some technician work. Even during the battle, Grindelwald kept me by his side—nothing more."
He paused, then added, "Actually… I think he knew about your rescue plan all along. He probably planned for me to go with Dumbledore."
Remus studied Wade’s face closely. His eyes were clear, his expression calm and honest. He finally relaxed.
Sirius snorted. "That bastard had ulterior motives. Wade, stay alert around those people. Dark wizards aren’t trustworthy."
He hesitated, then corrected himself. "Most dark wizards aren’t trustworthy. Their kindness is more dangerous than their cruelty—because they’re trying to get more from you."
Wade thought about it. It wasn’t wrong. He nodded.
"Stay cautious. Hold fast to your beliefs," Remus said. "Whether it’s kindness or malice—once you know what truly matters, you won’t be misled."
"I understand," Wade said seriously. "Dumbledore said the same thing."
"By the way," Sirius added, "that Silent One stole your Magic Puppet collection—though it was to save you. Wade, did you know?"
"Mabel?" Wade paused, recalling the girl who’d risked everything to save her friends. He thought of the personalities of the Rubik’s Magic Puppet, the Cloak, and the others—how they’d acted, how they’d organized.
He suddenly went quiet.
It was impossible that Mabel had taken them. But the idea that they’d run off to rescue her? That was far more likely.
But in the wizarding world, no one spoke of House-elves or other wisdom creatures as having thoughts or personalities. If it became known that Magic Puppets could think, act independently, and even lead a rescue operation…
It might spark a new witch hunt—this time, wizard against magic puppet.
Wade shifted slightly, pretending to think. He carefully blamed the entire operation on Mabel.
"She probably came looking for me to help," he said slowly, frowning thoughtfully. "Then somehow found out you’d taken me. So she gathered the puppets and launched a rescue."
He remembered the sight of Silent Shadow’s black fog tearing through a truck, and the girl’s cold determination as she left the Muggle soldiers to the Wizard Purity Party.
Sirius nodded. "She’s young, but she’s got the resolve of someone much older. Just like you."
But he still had a question. "How did she even get the message? Even we weren’t sure who was behind it at first."
Beside him, Remus silently thought: Hmm… Wade’s hiding something. But why? He didn’t know about this before, did he?
Then Remus turned to Sirius. "It was us. Remember—we followed the gift owl to your apartment and discussed it there."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You mean… The Silent One was hiding in the house all along?"
"Yeah," Remus nodded. "I actually saw that colorful cube-shaped puppet once. I thought it was just a decoration."
Sirius blinked. He remembered the scene—the Silent One had been just a few meters away, and they hadn’t seen her.
But they’d only heard rumors of Silent Shadow’s power and danger—never witnessed it firsthand. Maybe she had unique methods of concealment.
"I want to go back to the apartment," Wade said. "Check if the puppets came back. See if Mabel’s still there. And… my Christmas gifts are still there too."
Remus immediately understood. "We’ll go with you."
…
Wade didn’t plan to stay long. After dinner, they left right away, and he’d already told his parents he’d be back before bedtime.
"Can’t blame them," he said sheepishly to Sirius and Remus. "They’re just worried."
"Understandable," Remus said gently. "If I were your parents, I wouldn’t let you stay out either."
"A good set of parents is priceless," Sirius said wistfully. "Fremont and Euphemia—Harry’s grandparents—treated me like their own son."
London’s streets were silent. Brick buildings stood like silent sentinels, with only a few windows glowing faintly.
The three stood on the sidewalk, scanning the area for danger—no hidden threats, no Muggles nearby—before walking toward the apartment.
Inside, the room was cold and empty. Wade flipped on the electric light, and bright white light flooded the space.
Gift boxes were piled on the bed, the floor, and the shelves. The closet space remained intact, and the doorbell—Bell—was curled up on the floor, fast asleep.
"Hey, wake up!" Wade tapped the bell with his finger.
It jolted awake. "Master! You’re back!" it chirped happily. Then it blinked. "Wait… where are the Rubik’s Magic Puppets?"
"That’s what I’m asking," Wade said. "How long have they been gone? Have they come back at all?"
"Umm…" Bell stared blankly. It couldn’t answer. It was just a doorbell—it didn’t keep track of time. And when no one was home, it usually slept to conserve energy.
Wade sighed. Stupid question.
He stepped into the closet space and looked around. Nothing. He used Wingardium Leviosa to lift all the gifts into the closet, then stored his pocket books on a newly cleared shelf, separating them from his old collection to prevent any unwanted influence.
As he stepped out, he saw Sirius and Remus already packing his things—clothes flying out of the closet, folding themselves neatly into boxes, and other items hopping in line to find their place.
Fiona had asked him to gather important items. She thought the house was cursed—she’d never live there again.
For wizards, moving was simple. No matter how much you had, it all fit in a small briefcase.
Sirius and Remus also took a moment to explore the closet space. They’d heard of it, but seeing the vast interior firsthand was still shocking.
"Remus is skilled with Invisible Expansion Charms," Sirius said in awe. "But I’ve never seen one this big!"
"I only heard Newt Scamander had a magical briefcase—like another world inside," Remus added.
"Professor Mor took me to visit Mr. Scamander. I learned a lot from him," Wade said, glancing up at the magical script floating in the air. "But his space is for saving endangered magical creatures. Mine is for alchemy research—less scenic, but more practical."
"Better not let the Ministry find out about this," Sirius grinned. "Otherwise, you’ll never get a visa abroad."
Remus stood quietly, staring at the space, dazed.
Newt Scamander—hero of the resistance against Gellert Grindelwald, protector of countless creatures—was someone Remus deeply respected.
But Scamander had also helped establish the Werewolf Registry under the Ministry of Magic, listing every known werewolf in Britain under the Department of Magical Creature Control.
Perhaps Scamander had hoped for harmony between humans and werewolves. But the Ministry’s methods were crude, simplistic, and arrogant.
Werewolves who refused to register were treated as dangerous threats to be eliminated. Those who registered? They faced constant surveillance, restrictions on jobs, and widespread discrimination.
Remus had seen it all. Lived it.
Wade turned the closet space into a pen box, tucked it into his pocket, then glanced around the room.
"I’ll leave a note for Mabel," he said. "So when they come back, they’ll know where to find me."
He pulled out a piece of parchment, started writing—then paused.
"Hey," Remus suddenly said, "look at the sky. Is something flying toward us?"
Wade looked up.
In the night sky, a small flame-like light was approaching along the highway.
(End of Chapter)
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