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Chapter 514: During the Match 1
Wade flipped open the book once more and stared at the illustration of Murder Forest. Twisted, claw-like black trees loomed overhead, blotting out the sky. The dark wizards casting curses in the image were barely more than tiny specks.
Thinking back, had his first Dream truly been triggered only by this picture?
Closing his eyes, he replayed the memories: the sound of Rain, the sharp Voice of Water Droplets splashing, the smile on the wizard’s face, the thick, cloying stench of decay and dampness in the Forest—so vivid, so real, so precise.
The second Dream… bodies everywhere. One hung upside down from a banyan tree, crimson blood dripping slowly, steadily.
And the third: a desolate wasteland, a pine tree snapped in half.
Three ominous Dreams. Three times, the same element. It couldn’t be coincidence.
Wade remembered Sirius Black’s words:
“The Ministry of Magic seals all related Information, to prevent any misguided mind from imitating it.”
Imitating…
Even if he was overthinking it… what if his hunch was true?
He thought and thought—then, finally, he grabbed the book and stepped outside.
…
Boom!
A miniature cart materialized with a sudden burst, its wheels squeaking as it rolled to a halt. Inside, a dazzling array of strange, magical trinkets spilled out: badges that screamed a teammate’s name, flags that played national anthems, miniature figurines of famous Quidditch stars that walked around on their own, and various models of panoramic telescopes.
“Look! Krum!” Harry cried, snatching up a figurine and turning to his friends. “He’s flying amazing—he’s the best Seeker in the world!”
Ron, who had already watched the semi-final highlights on the streaming mirror, was a diehard Krum fan. Without hesitation, he pulled out his pocket money and bought one. Then he stared longingly at the panoramic telescope.
“Here,” Harry said, handing him another. “Without this telescope, you’ll miss all the best moments.”
“No way,” Ron blushed, shaking his head. “That’s too expensive.”
“Think of it as an early Christmas gift!” Harry grinned.
Reluctantly, Ron accepted it.
…
Plop.
Wade stepped into a patch of mud—and sank in, soft and gelatinous, like thick liquid. His face froze. He yanked his foot and shoe free.
“Be careful,” Antoine said, reaching out to pull him back. “Some areas of the forest floor look normal, but underneath could be holes several meters deep. One wrong step, and you’re gone.”
Dreian watched Wade struggle through the mire and frowned. “I remember Gellert Grindelwald gave you a book. It contains a wandless flying spell. You should learn it soon.”
“—Dark Magic of Wandless Flight,” Wade emphasized. “In The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic, this silent flight is considered a signature of Voldemort. Even if I know it, I won’t use it casually.”
“Just us here,” Antoine said, “and you’ve already taken Polyjuice Potion. Who’s going to recognize you?”
“I’ve got a simpler way.” Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out a deep black cloak. He shook it open—it settled over his shoulders like a second skin, and with a gentle lift, he began to float.
His feet didn’t leave the ground completely. Instead, the pressure on the earth was light, like a balloon barely touching the surface. A single tap, and he’d glide far ahead.
The cloak could carry him into the air—but Wade felt it would limit his agility. This way was far more convenient.
In an instant, he and Antoine were tens of meters apart. Wade turned, waved, and signaled for them to follow.
Antoine watched, stunned. The speed. The ghostly, gliding motion. The way Wade skimmed just above the ground—like a shadow. The gesture, the casual wave—it reminded him of old ghost stories he’d once heard.
He turned to Dreian. “So this kid still complains wandless flight is a Dark Wizard’s mark?”
Dreian couldn’t help but smile.
…
The roar of the crowd surged in waves. The entire stadium, packed with nearly a hundred thousand spectators, was full to the brim.
Thanks to the superior view from the top compartment, Harry invited the SSC Members and Ron and Ginny Weasley from the Weasley family to join him in Sirius Black’s private box.
“Good grief, you’re only a few people, and you’re taking up this whole compartment?” Fred tossed himself into a seat, grinning. “If I’d known, I’d have come days ago.”
“Mr. Weasley got tickets for the top compartment too, didn’t he?” Hermione asked.
“Don’t even get me started,” George said, settling beside Fred. “That compartment’s full of Ministry officials—there’s even the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Malfoy’s in there too.”
“Percy’s in heaven,” Ron quipped. “I reckon he could live there forever.”
Everyone laughed.
Liam pulled open a bag. “I brought drinks and snacks. Anyone want some?”
“I’ll take one,” Michael said. “Any Chocolate Frogs?”
“Of course.”
“Hey,” Theo glanced around. “Where’s Wade? And Sirius Black? And Mr. Lupin?”
“Sirius said he had something to do later,” Harry explained. “Remus ran into someone he knew—he’ll be here soon. Wade sent me a message half an hour ago. He said he didn’t want to come watch the match.”
“What?” Padma gasped. “This is the World Cup Final!”
“Last time, during Bulgaria vs. Egypt’s semi-final,” Harry added, “he went back to the tent to read his book.”
“Strange,” Hermione said. “I mean, the view from the tent was terrible… but for him, reading books is definitely more interesting than Quidditch.”
“Yeah, that’s just Wade,” Michael said. “He usually skips games at school too.”
“Don’t let my grandmother hear that,” Neville muttered, shrinking back. “She’d have a field day.”
Laughter filled the compartment. They shared snacks, chatted, and waited for the match to begin—light, easygoing, full of anticipation.
…
In the forest, a giant spruce stood still and silent. Antoine lowered his wand and sighed. “Good. Nothing’s wrong. Wade, it looks like you were just overthinking.”
“No signs of Dark Curses on any trees,” Dreian said, approaching from the other side. “Maybe your premonition Dream didn’t refer to this forest at all. Maybe it’s something that’ll happen in the future.”
“Or… maybe it was just a dream,” Antoine said, glancing back at the massive stadium looming in the dark night. “The match hasn’t even started. We still have time.”
Wade said nothing. He looked up at the spruce tree, his pupils flickering faintly with golden runes—almost imperceptible, like threads of light woven into a web.
And yet, the intricate Magic Runes were tightly wrapped around the tree, like a spider’s silk. How could he say there was nothing wrong?
(End of Chapter)
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