Chapter 298 He Is Not My Friend
Acromantulas reproduce quickly and have very limited territory in closet space, so they often kill each other, eating their mates and children.
Wade did not release these cruel guys immediately. He sat down, took out the friend's tent and opened it.
On the page belonging to SSC, there are already several lines of text. It is the Weasley twins who are sharing their trip to Egypt with everyone.
The Weasleys recently won the Daily Prophet's annual award, so the family, who had no travel plans, immediately packed their bags and traveled to Egypt, where their eldest son Bill worked.
Hermione joined the conversation soon after, talking about her experiences on holiday in France. Theo told her that there is Beauxbatons Magic School in France, which is also very excellent.
Obviously, the communication with the Book of Friends has been restored.
Vader had no intention of sharing what he was encountering with his classmates. He scrolled back through his friends list, first pausing at Remus Lupine's page, and then flipping to the page for contacting Dumbledore.
[Professor Dumbledore, I met today...]
Wade picked up the pen. Before he could finish writing a line of words, the tip of the pen stopped sliding.
He struggled and hesitated for a moment, but finally eliminated the line.
Then, he put away the friends' account, and even sprinkled a little more gold powder on Professor Murray. Finally, he poured out a bottle of water of life and death and turned it into mist, covering everyone on the ground, ensuring that even if they pretended to be dead, they would still be safe. Nor would he wake up midway like himself.
Then, Vader closed up the closet space and brought out only Acromantula and Michal who could fill the entire carriage.
After not breathing free air for a long time, the Acromantulas suddenly became excited, waving their limbs and making a "click-click" sound.
"Quiet." Wade said softly.
The entire carriage suddenly became silent.
Acromantulas are intelligent creatures. Although they are cold-blooded and cruel, they know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
The young wizard exudes the smell of fresh flesh and blood and looks very delicious.
But beside him, a firebird, not much bigger than a sparrow, was hopping around, curiously observing the foul-smelling carriage.
The Acromantulas hid the fierce glare in their eyes and were as obedient as loyal puppies.
Wade leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest while weighing his plans in his mind.
Calling the principal can naturally ensure safety and deal with the enemy.
But Dumbledore's "solution" is different from the "solution" Vader himself wants.
Sending people who want to harm themselves into Azkaban, where mass jailbreaks may occur in the future, cannot be considered a "solution."
Moreover, those guys knew his origins, had seen his appearance, and might even find out his parents.
Vader's own safety may be guaranteed, but what about Vader's parents? Do we have to rely entirely on neurotic Moody? Or a very busy Dumbledore?
Magic can make wizards like gods and do many things that ordinary people can only imagine, but magic also has great constraints on wizards.
When ordinary people kill someone, whether they use a knife, a gun, a rope, or their bare hands, they cause harm to others, and may only cause mental trauma to the murderer himself, or even not at all.
And wizards kill people, whether they use magic or physical means, as long as they murder, they will cause damage to the soul.
but……
Wade turned his attention to the spiders next to him.
——What if a magical creature kills someone?
…
The box truck drove across the highway, leaving the lights of London Bridge behind and fading away.
It merged into the traffic heading to the dock.
Suddenly, a round hole the size of a rubber ball appeared on the top of the truck, and a dark brown bird came out of it. He looked left and right, and the pattern on his neck shone blue.
A car on the roadside suddenly shook violently, and a shrill whistle sounded all around.
"Scared me to death!" A voice came from the passenger side of the car complaining: "What's wrong with you? Are you dozing off on the highway?"
"No..." the driver said in shock, "I just... seemed to see a child on the roof of that car..."
"What?" The person in the passenger seat quickly stretched his neck to look around and asked, "Where is it?"
There was nothing on the top of the truck that had moved some distance away.
"Maybe... maybe I saw it wrong?" the driver said uncertainly.
"I think you must have dozed off!" The person on the co-pilot said decisively: "Go to the service area to rest for a while."
"……good."
The driver was unable to argue, but he still doubted in his heart - was he really wrong?
…
The sound of the whistle made Wade look back, and when he saw that there was no accident, he turned his gaze back without interest.
He was still on the roof of the truck, but he just used the invisibility spell immediately after returning to his human form.
Vader originally planned to follow the truck and see where it would go, but he realized his folly after getting out.
Although the air in the carriage was dirty, the environment was harsh, and there were countless malicious eyes staring at him...
But flying with a high-speed truck is a huge test for your physical strength. And if the truck enters a closed place, wouldn't it be more conspicuous if a peregrine falcon flies down right behind it?
Among Will's group, even if there are no formal wizards, it is impossible that they don't know the magic of Animagus.
Since he had already come out, Wade had no intention of going back to share a room with the Acromantula. He just sat on the roof of the car and used a series of windproof and cold-proof stickers and other spells to ensure that he could sit safely and comfortably.
He didn't care whether he would trigger the trace thread - if he had the ability, the Ministry of Magic would lock his position on the highway! He also had to make sure that the spell was cast by him.
If the Ministry of Magic was really so efficient, they would first have to deal with the guys driving.
As the night deepened, the truck and a van in front of the truck drove straight along the road paved on the dock and entered a huge freighter. After turning seven or eight times, they stopped at the agreed location.
And the van was separated from this side by more than a dozen parking spaces because of the different weight.
Soon, the people in the two cars got off. They had taken off their masks, allowing Wade to see everyone's appearance clearly.
"You can rest assured here." Will said, "I have to go back. I have to go to work tomorrow morning."
"Sorry, you have to stay with me until the ship leaves."
The lady at the counter put her hand on his shoulder, with a threatening smile: "You can understand... We are also worried that you will secretly tell your werewolf friend."
"Remus Lupin is not my friend."
Will said expressionlessly: "He is just a high-handed and self-righteous almsgiver. I feel sick every time I laugh at him."
"It's good that you can think so!"
The sturdy bearded man patted his shoulder and said empathetically: "He is the son of Lyall Lupin, and he can go to Hogwarts to study and make friends. How can he really understand the situation of people like us?"
"Oh, no... According to those guys, we are not human beings, and we don't even have souls! Hahaha..."
The bearded man laughed heartily.
"Shut up, you'll attract attention!" A bow-legged, thick-browed man said coldly, and then asked the truck driver: "What about those wizards?"
"There's gold powder!" The driver laughed: "They were quiet all the way."
"Go check it out!" said the thick-browed man.
"Eh, it's unnecessary, right?" The freckled driver lazily evaded: "What if the gold powder is blown away after the door is opened?"
"Go and see!" said the thick-browed man with suppressed anger.
"...Okay."
The freckled driver said reluctantly, and he took out the mask and put it on, walked to the back of the car to unlock it, and then opened the iron door.
Dense green eyes looked over at once.