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Chapter 511: Operation 1 with Sirius Black
The cold wind swept across the plain, whispering like a faint, mournful sigh. The campfire had long since gone out, its ashes scattered among the blackened stones. Scattered across the ground were the remains of tents—torn canvas flapping in the wind, debris strewn everywhere, yet no owner in sight.
A broken pine trunk lay fallen, pinning beneath it a tin water kettle. A pair of pajamas, caught on a branch, hung there with dark, dried blood stains.
The only moving thing was a tiny statue of Viktor Krum—no bigger than a thumb—trudging tirelessly back and forth across the grass, its awkward gait perfectly mimicked.
Wade watched it, frowning. Looks utterly ridiculous. Even my Magic Puppet is smarter than this.
…
When morning light slipped through the tiny window of the tent, Wade opened his eyes.
He stared up at the intricate weave of the canvas overhead, lost in thought for a long moment.
This was the third time in recent days he’d had a dream like this.
The first had been the Murder Forest. The second, a stadium littered with corpses. And now, this desolate, abandoned campsite.
Occasional dreams weren’t strange—Wade had an active imagination. He’d once dreamed of being chased by an army of pandas, and another time, of a mountain-sized giant sealed beneath the earth.
But three times in a row… the same kind of dream?
After a long pause, Wade finally rose from bed. As he pulled open the bedroom door, Harry came barreling down the stairs, knocking on the door with urgent energy.
"Wade! The Weasleys are here! Want to go find Fred and the others?" Harry grinned, full of excitement.
"You go ahead. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet," Wade said lazily.
The Weasley family had arrived early—just in time for the timed Portkey—so the sky was still dim, the morning mist barely lifting.
Harry didn’t press further. He dashed down the stairs, his footsteps echoing.
After breakfast, Wade opened his closet space and took a vial of Polyjuice Potion from the shelf. He dropped in a strand of hair, stirred it, and the liquid turned a vivid, turquoise blue—like a cocktail made of crushed seashells.
He drank it down.
A searing pain exploded in his stomach, spreading through his body like fire. His bones felt like they were melting, his muscles reshaped by invisible hands.
Within seconds, Wade looked into the mirror and saw a different face: a young man in his late twenties, slightly overweight, with a scruffy beard, and an unremarkable, average appearance—exactly the kind of face you’d never remember.
He changed into suitable clothes, swapped in a spare wand, and was just about to head downstairs when he nearly collided with someone emerging from the kitchen.
The man was carrying a chicken leg in his mouth, a plate of sandwiches in one hand, and a steaming cup of coffee in the other.
They froze, staring at each other.
Wade started to smile, preparing to say hello—
Then Sirius Black suddenly dropped everything, leapt back, and whipped out his wand in a flash.
"Expelliarmus!"
A red bolt of light shot forward—only to hit an invisible barrier and ricochet, shattering the chandelier in the living room with a loud clang.
Sirius was about to cast again when he noticed the objects he’d dropped—chicken leg, sandwiches, coffee—floating gently around him, only a few drops spilled.
"Wait," said the man in front of him, voice calm. "It’s me. Sirius Black."
"…Wade?" Sirius blinked, stunned. "What in Merlin’s name are you doing? You look like—Polyjuice Potion?"
"Yep," Wade said, waving his wand. The floating food settled neatly onto the table. "I’ve got somewhere to go. Just pretend you didn’t see me."
He hadn’t seen Sirius or Remus at breakfast. He’d asked Kreacher, who said they’d left on an errand. Wade assumed they’d gone to guard Harry, so their absence made sense.
Now, running into Sirius here was inconvenient—but not alarming.
Wade hadn’t planned anything truly dangerous.
At worst, it was a bit illegal. But under Sirius’s own moral code, it wasn’t exactly a crime.
He turned to leave—
But Sirius grabbed his arm.
"Wait. I’m coming with you."
Wade raised an eyebrow. "You know where I’m going?"
"Doesn’t matter. It’s way more interesting than hauling water!" Sirius said without hesitation. He stuffed the last bite of sandwich into his mouth, nearly choking, then gulped down a huge sip of coffee.
—I knew it.
—I thought I could slip away before you even realized I was here!
Wade stopped. "Take your time. I can wait."
Three minutes later, Sirius finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth, and said, "Alright. Let’s go. Where to? What’s the plan?"
"Something… not meant for others to know," Wade said. "First, drink this."
He pulled out another vial of Polyjuice Potion, dropped in a new hair, and stirred. The liquid turned into a murky gray, like wet clay.
Sirius drank it in one go, grimaced, then shuddered.
In seconds, his face aged—his hair thinned, his skin wrinkled, his posture hunched. He looked like a man in his seventies, frail and weary.
He touched his face, examined the folds on his hands.
"What’s this old man’s name?" he asked.
"Call him anything you like. Doesn’t matter," Wade said. "You can make it up."
After a moment of thoughtful silence, Sirius declared, "From now on, I’m Patroclus OhaNESan."
—What kind of nonsense name is that? Wade thought, suppressing a smirk.
"Fine. Patroclus. You can call me Red."
"Then, Red… what are we doing?" Sirius asked.
"I heard there’s a Muggle administrator nearby. Do you know where?"
"Of course. Follow me."
Sirius moved with a precision that seemed almost preternatural, leading Wade through the maze of tents. One moment, they were lost in a sea of fabric and confusion—then suddenly, the world opened up.
Before them stretched a vast, empty swamp.
Near the main gate stood a small stone hut. A dazed-looking man in a dull expression stood outside, mechanically handing tickets to two elderly men in nightgowns, then accepting money in return.
Not far away, a wizard in lantern pants wore a badge—clearly an employee of the Ministry of Magic.
Wade pulled Sirius back behind a nearby tent, shielding them from the wizard’s line of sight. Then, quietly, he raised his wand toward the Muggle.
Sirius suddenly seized the wand’s other end, his expression unusually serious.
"I may have done wilder things when I was young," he said, voice low, "but I’m telling you this straight—casting magic on a Muggle is illegal, Wade. If this man ever wronged you, tell me. I’ll handle him."
(End of Chapter)
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