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Chapter 491: Magic Does Not Exist
Chapter 491: Magic Does Not Exist
"Can I bring the broom?" Mofang asked again. "Without it, our mobility will be lacking, making it hard to chase or escape."
Vid thought about it and nodded. "Sure."
"Wow, am I going out too?" The broom was overjoyed and immediately shot out.
Noticing that his master was particularly agreeable today, Mofang raised a paw and tentatively asked, "Can we bring Mihal? Keeping it locked up all the time is a waste. And you know, neither Lock nor I can destroy a soul artifact."
Vid raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
Since Mihal's creation, Vid had only let it out a few times. The reason was simple: this bird, embodied in Raging Flame, was too dangerous for others.
Raging Flame could burn anything combustible and grow stronger with each burn. While this magic wasn't entirely uncontrollable, it was extremely difficult, and very few wizards could fully manage it.
In theory, if Mihal lost control, a single breath could burn down an entire city.
Under his master's particularly sharp gaze, Mofang sheepishly lowered his paw and chuckled, "Seems unlikely... How about the Cloak? ...Cough, of course, the Cloak should stay home. Someone has to do the work."
Mofang led Lock to the window, waved a paw, and said, "Goodbye, Master. We'll bring you good news!"
The broom had already flown out the window, hovering by it, radiating excitement at the prospect of going out to play.
"Hold on", Vid stepped closer and said, "If you encounter any problems you can't handle, contact me immediately. I'll bring Mihal and get there as fast as I can."
"Got it!"
Mofang and Lock mounted the broom, their bodies gradually blending with the surrounding environment until only the broom's cheerful voice remained: "Ha-ha-ha, Voldemort, Death Eaters, tremble in fear, we're here!"
With a whoosh, the broom shot off, ruffling Vid's hair.
The Cloak, squatting by the wardrobe door, draped its arms over the collar. Despite having no face or expression, it somehow managed to look pitiful.
"Come on", Vid pulled the Cloak over his arm and said, "You have other tasks to do."
"I know... cleaning the house, right?" The Cloak pouted, "But Master, I want to go out and play too... Can I take turns with Mofang?"
"Your task is far more important than cleaning", Vid said as he opened the door and walked downstairs, speaking softly, "You need to keep an eye on someone."
The Cloak, surprised, shook its shimmering hem and said, "I'm so conspicuous, I don't think I'm suitable for surveillance, am I?"
"It's not just surveillance", Vid said, "You also need to take care of him, protect him. You're the smartest cloak in the world, and I trust you to know what to do when the time comes."
The Cloak stiffened for a moment, then said confidently, "Of course, I won't let you down... Who is my target?"
As they spoke, Vid reached the corner of the stairs.
He heard voices from the living room and paused, waiting a moment before continuing downstairs. The Cloak, ever perceptive, remained silent.
"Listen, I don't know how you did it... I'm grateful you healed me. But magic? That's just too far-fetched, dear Grey."
The elderly man with thin, white hair shook his head, his tone gentle. "There’s no need to give such flimsy reasons, child. If you need any help, just say so. I’m more than happy to assist."
He chuckled wryly. "Anyway, I have nowhere else to go... as long as you can provide me with three meals a day and a place to sleep, I can share my past research with you, or even help your child with their school papers."
His tone sounded disheartened, as if he didn’t care about anything anymore, not even about living.
Vid understood why he had become this way. After all, Mr. Cornelius Daven had once been highly respected and admired, but after falling ill, everyone around him abandoned him.
If he had remained confused all along, it might have been better, but sometimes, he would briefly regain his clarity, feeling the pain of his illness acutely, and even his dignity was trampled upon.
He had once sat in his own waste, feeling as if countless ants were gnawing at his body, unable to even scratch an itch.
Those injuries, even though his body had healed, could not be completely erased from his memory.
Cornelius didn’t know how he had been cured—being a Muggle, he had been given an Obliviate spell when he was discharged from St. Mungo’s, erasing his memory of his hospital stay—but he didn’t want to investigate.
He had once been a scientist, but now, Cornelius felt that his curiosity had died completely.
"Hey, seeing me, are you still going to deny the existence of magic?"
Koko, arms crossed, stood by the coffee cup, angry. "I’m a clever, cute, smart, and capable magical automaton, Koko, created by the great Master Vid! Have you ever seen anything like me in the Muggle world?"
"Is the technology of intelligent robots really that advanced after just a few years?" Cornelius sighed. "I must have slept for too long. I’m out of touch with the times."
"Robots? Koko isn’t a robot! And... right, there’s Dobby! Have you seen a house-elf?"
Koko shouted, "Dobby! Dobby! Come here!"
With a pop, the house-elf appeared, serving a cup of tea to the guest. "Please have some tea, Mr. Daven."
Cornelius Daven rubbed his eyes, puzzled, and asked Ferdinand, "Am I seeing things? Are these robots really that common now? To be honest, did I fall into a coma for twenty years?"
"I don’t think technology will have advanced to that level in twenty years", Ferdinand said. "This is magic, Cornelius."
"No, no, no, magic doesn’t exist", Cornelius shook his head. "The laws of nature follow basic physical principles. There’s no such thing as instant teleportation, and artificial objects can’t have independent thoughts. This is just some unique trick... I just haven’t figured out how you’re doing it yet."
"Vid’s here", Ferdinand said, smiling as he saw Vid coming down the stairs. "Why don’t you talk to my son? He’s a real wizard."
"A wizard?"
Cornelius raised an eyebrow, wearing an expression that said, "Let’s see how you spin this", and turned to look at Vid.
Vid didn’t say a word, just twitched his arm, and the cloak stood up, flying around Cornelius in a circle. With a smug look, it said, "Come on! Guess how I did that!"
(End of Chapter)
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