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"Good heavens, Harry! Are you still training in this weather?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.
The entire day had been a torrential downpour, and students rushing through the corridors had to hunch their heads and sprint to avoid getting soaked. Yet, despite the storm, the Gryffindor Quidditch team hadn’t stopped training.
"With the match against Slytherin coming up, Wood won’t miss a single practice—thanks, Liam," Harry said, exhaustion heavy in his voice.
Liam waved his wand, effortlessly vanishing the water and mud clinging to Harry’s clothes. Michael quickly cleaned up the muddy footprints on the floor and asked, "You didn’t run into Filch on your way back, did you?"
"I did… but he didn’t give me any trouble," Harry replied, rummaging through the food cabinet and pulling out a handful of snacks. Chocolate already stuffed in his mouth, he spoke around it.
He noticed the group gathered in a circle and frowned. "What are you all doing?"
"Wade’s casting an Invisible Expansion Charm on our backpacks—pretty cool, right?" Michael said excitedly.
"...Impressive," Harry said genuinely. "I know that spell is incredibly difficult."
Every time he thought he’d reached his limit, just seeing Wade and Hermione working tirelessly reminded him he still wasn’t trying hard enough. But then, when he compared himself to his friends Ron, Seamus, and Dean, he realized he was already pushing himself far beyond most.
Wade had finished enchanting everyone’s backpacks. Seeing them all cheerfully stuffing them with supplies, he turned to Harry and asked, "You need one too?"
Harry shook his head. "Sirius Black already took care of mine."
He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Wade… do you remember what Remus and the others said earlier? About vampires possibly being controlled by Muggles…?"
Wade nodded. "Of course. It’s only been two days—I haven’t forgotten."
"Then you know why Remus and the others seem… reluctant to investigate?" Harry asked. "I can’t quite put it into words, but that’s how it feels."
"It’s simple," Wade said. "Whether it’s chasing them down, interrogating them, or retaliating against Muggles—any of those actions would violate the Confidentiality Act."
"Because of that?" Harry blinked. "But Hagrid once turned my cousin Dudley Dursley into a pigtail—"
"Technically, he was already breaking the law," Wade replied. "But due to certain circumstances—like your connections, the fact that your home is under strict Ministry supervision, and the fact that your aunt and uncle are aware of magic—there was no breach of secrecy. So he wasn’t punished."
"But if it were someone powerful in the Muggle world? Any move against them has to be handled with extreme care. One misstep could spark a massive crisis across the magical world. The Ministries in every country are extremely cautious about such matters."
"Even if the Muggles are the ones being unreasonable? Even if they’ve already attacked our people?" Harry asked, stunned.
Wade remained silent for a moment before saying, "The Confidentiality Act is the strictest law in any nation. Even Dumbledore couldn’t just ignore it whenever he wanted."
"—Dumbledore? He’s ever faced something like this?" Harry asked.
"In his youth," Wade said, "his sister was harmed by a group of Muggle boys. His father, seeking revenge, attacked the three boys. He was sentenced to life in Azkaban and died there."
Harry froze.
In his mind, Dumbledore had always been this wise, powerful, ageless figure—someone who had always been like that, as if he’d been born that way. He’d never imagined Dumbledore could ever be weak, or that his family had suffered such a tragedy.
"So do you understand now?" Wade placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. "Sirius Black and Remus Lupin can’t let those behind the attacks go unpunished, but they can only do so in secret. No public investigation. No shouting it from the rooftops. And certainly no help from the Ministry of Magic."
"If others found out they were investigating Muggles, the ignorant would mock them. And those with even a little power or insight? They’d become obstacles—blocking their path, forbidding them from acting."
"You too," Wade added. "Keep this to yourself. Not even Hermione or Ron. Don’t say a word."
Harry nodded silently.
...
The next day was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Wade used his Time-Turner to arrive at the second floor of the castle earlier than everyone else. From a distance, he spotted Professor Abigail pacing outside the classroom.
She wore a slight frown, idly twirling her wand like a fan. Sparks occasionally flared from the tip. Wade watched for a moment before approaching.
"Oh, Wade," Professor Abigail said, raising one eyebrow. She seemed about to smile, then restrained herself.
"Professor," Wade said, handing her a small bag. "I’ve completed the task you asked of me."
"Completed?" A flicker of astonishment crossed her face. She paused, then broke into a surprised smile. "—So quickly?"
Did she actually want it to take longer? Wade thought, slightly puzzled.
"Oh, let me see." Professor Abigail took the bag and examined the small serpent-skin pouch—barely larger than a fist. Then she pulled open the drawstring.
Inside were dozens of magical creature puppets—roughly twenty to thirty, each no bigger than a fingertip.
"Uh…" Professor Abigail glanced at Wade, uncertain if he’d misunderstood her instructions. But then she thought, He couldn’t have made such a basic mistake.
She reached in and pulled out one of them—a Kaba.
A water monkey, or kappa as the Japanese call it, it was green all over, covered in scales, webbed fingers, a turtle-like shell on its back, and a shallow dish on its head filled with water.
As soon as it was removed from the pouch, the puppet began to grow. Professor Abigail dropped it on the floor. In an instant, it towered over a meter tall, its three horn-shaped eyes glaring menacingly at the two of them.
On its chest was a tiny engraved symbol: Kaba03.
Professor Abigail instinctively gripped her wand, muscles tensed—until she realized it was just a magical puppet. Then she slowly relaxed.
"Too lifelike… utterly unbelievable. This is artificial?" she asked, awestruck. "Can it move?"
"Of course," Wade said. "It’s waiting for your command."
Looks like it already is. Professor Abigail suppressed the thrill in her chest and commanded, "Kaba03, show me what you can do—attack the student who enters this corridor next."
Wade: "..."
This professor’s sense of humor is exactly as ridiculous as ever.
(End of Chapter)
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