Chapter 420 Make This Wade Smaller!

For a moment, Lockhart thought he had seen heaven.

No... According to his record in the human world... Maybe he would go to hell...

When the two were about to roll their eyes, the shackles on their necks loosened a little. Gar tried to breathe fresh air into his chest and took a hazy look at the little girl.

The white eyes were cold and weird, and the black mist was still threatening, without any signs of exhaustion or weakness.

Gar immediately gave up the idea of ​​counterattack, knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and secretly kicked Lockhart twice.

Lockhart: "..."

He struggled for a while, and when he saw the weird eyes looking at him, he immediately knelt without hesitation.

"Have mercy, Miss Mabel!"

Gar didn't dare to shout loudly, and begged in a cautious tone: "We are not a threat to you at all! We dare not report to the Ministry of Magic, please, spare us!"

Mabel: "Do you know me?"

"Of course, I am not as face-blind as my uncle..." Gar said.

The little girl tilted her head and looked at them without saying a word.

Lockhart suddenly had an idea and pointed to the top of the bookshelf, saying: "The top... the third newspaper on the right of the top layer, take it down and you will understand."

A black gas stretched out like an octopus tentacle, pulled out the newspaper, and opened it in front of Mabel.

Three black and white photos appeared in front of him, and two of the guys were kneeling on the floor at this moment.

Gar whispered: "We are all fugitives from Azkaban. If we are caught by the Ministry of Magic... Alas... They will definitely let the Dementors give us a kiss..."

"Kiss?" Mabel was puzzled.

"That's worse than death." Lockhart said fearfully: "Dementors will suck away a person's soul, leaving only an empty shell without consciousness."

"So please rest assured, we will never report you to the Ministry of Magic. We don't want to see the Ministry of Magic any more than you do." Gar added: "If you need... need any help, I can also... uh..."

He wanted to speak more generously, but he was worried that Mabel needed them to die or do something dangerous, so he couldn't speak.

The black fog rolled back.

Mabel asked: "I want to contact someone, do you have any way?"

Lockhart and Gar looked at each other and asked curiously: "This... Can't you just send a letter?"

"But I only know that he goes to Hogwarts, and I don't know the specific address." Mabel said.

Gar understood that this girl probably grew up in a Muggle society and didn't understand the magic of magic.

But the threat of death had not passed, so he did not dare to laugh. He just knelt on the ground and said honestly:

"Owls do not need to know the address, they can help you deliver the letter - as long as the person's residence is not cast with a repellent spell."

"Who do you want to contact?" Lockhart also took the initiative to show his value: "This... I used to be a professor at Hogwarts, maybe I can provide you with a little help..."

"--You? Professor?"

Mabel looked at the wizard who knelt neatly in surprise, frowned and asked: "You dare to lie to me?!"

Seeing that her tone became dangerous, Gar hurriedly said: "It's true, he really was a professor! Although he was later sent to prison for fraud... But if the person you are looking for is in Hogwarts, he probably knows them."

Lockhart nodded vigorously, not daring to say that when he was in school, he didn't pay much attention to those mediocre students - especially boys - and he didn't spend time getting to know most of the professors who lived in seclusion.

Mabel looked at him suspiciously for a while and asked, "Ved Grey... Do you know him?"

...

Ved was thinking about Christmas gifts in the closet space.

Well... He originally planned to give each person a communication pea, which is simple and convenient.

Aslan Magic Workshop sent him a box of samples. A rough calculation showed that there would be two left after giving them away.

But Michael was right. No matter whether these things were worthless to Ved, they were very valuable to others.

If every time he gave others gifts worth tens or hundreds of galleons, others could only give him a book or a box of candy, even if Ved himself didn't care, the other party and even the other party's family would feel great pressure.

If Ved's goal was to recruit a few obedient followers, it would not matter if he gave more benefits, but he couldn't treat his friends in this way.

In this case, time would be too tight... Fortunately, his level of transfiguration was very good.

Moreover, Wade had experimented with using magic in the wardrobe space before. Perhaps because this was an independent magic space, it formed a shielding effect similar to that of a Faraday cage, so it would not trigger the Ministry of Magic's trace warning.

Wade looked at the time and felt that he still had time. He tapped the magic material next to him with his wand, and a small broom began to take shape...

...

"Ding-ling-ling..."

Wade was awakened by a loud alarm. He sat up suddenly and saw a pile of gift boxes beside him.

He remembered that he had completed the task he had left for himself. He yawned, and tears filled with sleepiness appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The puppet that Wade made during the holidays was packing the gift boxes next to him. It looked short and fat, like a Rubik's Cube. Each small square that made up its body contained at least one tool, and it could also move forward, backward, up and down like a Rubik's Cube.

Although its appearance was not very pleasing, it actually had many functions, and one could replace ten.

At this time, the Rubik's Cube puppet stretched out its two mechanical claws to pack the last gift box. Its round eyes rolled around on its head and looked at Wade, asking with concern: "Did the master have a nightmare?"

"No, I just didn't sleep enough."

Wade missed the time converter so much at this time. He stepped over the gift boxes on the ground and hurried to wash up. Before he changed his clothes, he heard Michael knocking on the door a few times.

"Hurry up, Wade! We're going to the mall after breakfast!"

"Coming soon!"

Wade replied, and then heard Michael and Harry running downstairs.

Just by listening to the footsteps, you can tell how impatient the two people are.

Come to think of it, a small village like Hogsmeade is attractive to students, not to mention the large shopping malls in London.

Wade changed his clothes and was about to put away the wardrobe space when he saw the half-organized gift box.

Thinking that they were just going shopping, they couldn't stuff the things they bought into the bottomless backpack in front of ordinary people, so Wade gave up the idea of ​​bringing wardrobe space.

"According to the list I made before, please help me send all the gifts before dinner." Wade said to the magic cube puppet: "Don't forget to pack the snacks made by cocoa together."

"Understood." The puppet said in a muffled voice. When Wade was about to go out, he yawned again and suddenly asked: "Why does the master want to do it himself? Isn't it easier to buy gifts like others?"

Wade didn't expect it to ask questions in addition to obeying orders. He was surprised for a moment, and then his attention shifted to its questions.

"Well... maybe it's because I expect them to show a very surprised smile when they receive the gifts?"

He thought about it and said with a smile.

"This kind of satisfaction cannot be replaced by a gift bought."

...

Wade didn't really understand it at first - in his previous life, every winter, his mother always liked to knit sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves and other things for him.

He didn't understand that it wouldn't cost much to buy these things directly, and the styles were richer and the stitches were finer, not worse than hand-knitted ones at all, so why bother to spend time and effort to knit them by himself?

It wasn't until later, when he participated in a pottery class and made a pair of teacups for his parents, that he suddenly understood that feeling.

Prepare gifts for the loved ones, expecting that the other party will be happy for it, so every second of preparing gifts is happy.

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This is not a one-sided process of giving or gaining, the gift giver himself will also gain joy and satisfaction.

- Of course, if the carefully made gift is not cherished, the blow is doubled.

When Wade prepared gifts before, he focused on practicality. He made sure that even if he was a little perfunctory, the other party would be happy to receive his gifts.

But this time, touched by Michael's words, he prepared each gift carefully, and once again experienced the feeling of anticipation and joy because of giving gifts.

For most of the night, although his nerves screamed that it was time to rest, his mood was so excited that he couldn't stop until he finished all the work.

He handed the last letter to the Rubik's Cube Puppet. The owl had been scheduled long ago and would come to his door later.

Wade rubbed his eyes and went out to have breakfast with peace of mind.

…

Most boys are not as enthusiastic about shopping as girls, especially when the price of the goods exceeds their expectations.

Harry's aunt has always been frugal in her life, and although Harry does not have a clear concept of money, although he has a vault full of Galleons, when he thinks that he will rely on this money to spend the remaining four years of school life, it is impossible for him to have a high income after graduation... Harry dare not spend money on luxury goods.

Michael's pocket money was just a little more than that of an average kid, but in terms of disposable property, he was not as good as Harry.

Several people walked around Harrods and didn't buy anything. After leaving, they went to a nearby affordable supermarket.

The prices were much more reasonable this time. Most of the things they were interested in were less than two pounds, so they didn't feel bad if they bought a lot. Several people pushed their shopping carts and walked to their favorite merchandise areas.

Wade bought a few boxes of fruit and then looked at the meat area next to it.

Roast turkey is indispensable on Christmas Eve. Although Fiona spends a whole day smoking and marinating it every year, the taste of turkey is still hard to describe.

Every time Wade comes to this time, he thinks about how to convince his parents to replace the roast turkey with a roast chicken, or even a roast duck...

But they always say that Christmas is incomplete without turkey.

Wade was holding a box of steak and was looking down at the label on it when a bald old man pushed a cart past him. Wade stepped aside.

A supermarket employee pushed a cart past them, with boxes piled high, almost touching the ceiling, filled with processed turkeys ready to be put on the shelves.

When the cart passed by, the originally spacious passage immediately became narrower. Wade subconsciously stepped aside again, looked at the roast chicken painted on the carton, and yawned again.

I heard a hoarse voice——

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Wade's consciousness suddenly fell into drowsiness, his body slid down involuntarily, and a skinny palm supported his arm.

"Get some sleep," the man said.

…

As the cart passed by, the bald old man raised his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder casually. The originally weak young man immediately fell forward.

Before he fell, the old man reached out to hold him up and poured a bottle of magic potion into his mouth.

The slender and tall figure shrank in an instant and disappeared from the place in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few pieces of clothing.

The old man's fingers like dead branches clicked on the pile of clothes again, and they were shrunk in the blink of an eye.

Lying on the floor was a palm-sized sleeping figure, looking like an exquisite doll.

The old man bent down to pick up the little man on the ground, stuffed it into his pocket, then hunched over and staggered towards the cashier.

In just two or three seconds, the cart filled with boxes clattered past, leaving only a shopping trolley with a few boxes of fruit on it.

This scene happened extremely quickly. No matter it was Harry and Michael who were selecting products from the shelves a few meters away, or Lupine who couldn't buy because he was short of money, or the security guards of the mall, the salespersons, and the customers shopping nearby, no one was there. Discover.

Only the staff member who was about to put the turkeys on the shelves found that most of his carts were filled with empty boxes. He was stunned for a while, then scratched his head, thinking that he was too busy and his head was confused.

The bald old man didn't buy much. He quickly paid and left the supermarket. A black car was waiting outside the door. When he approached, the door opened immediately.

The old man got into the car and sat down. When the car door closed, his appearance also changed——

A face as thin as a skeleton, with sunken eye sockets, and a thin body, but his eyes are still burning, as if he is still young and full of idealistic enthusiasm, but the deep lines on his face are written with indifference.

This old man is the dark wizard who made the whole of Europe tremble - Grindelwald!

The time of his escape from prison was actually much earlier than the time when the news came out of Nurmengard.

The driver immediately started the vehicle, and the person on the passenger seat turned around impatiently and asked, "Sir, did you... succeed?"

Grindelwald coughed and took out the sleeping young wizard from his pocket.

The co-pilot suddenly showed an ecstatic expression: "As expected of you! Many people have been trying to figure this guy out, but none of them have succeeded!"

"I just bullied a kid while Dumbledore couldn't escape. There's nothing to be proud of."

Grindelwald said indifferently, but instead of handing the young wizard to the co-pilot, he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"I hope the value this kid brings to me is worth the risk I take for him."