Chapter 367: Magic Golem Red Caps
Professor Abigail elaborated on her concept.
"I certainly don't want to teach these subjects using models or textbooks. Learning how to deal with dangerous magical creatures is crucial, and if my students only learn superficially, I'm very worried they won't be able to cope when they encounter real danger later."
"Actually, if it were just one or two, I could probably get them. But Defense Against the Dark Arts shouldn't be taught in a safe classroom, with students observing or challenging terrified dark creatures."
"You need to learn how to handle opponents that launch sudden attacks from the shadows, from the ground, or from tree branches. They might even pop out of a Wardrobe Space just as you're about to go to sleep!"
"In nature, few battles are fought with all preparations made. Danger always arrives when people feel safest."
"But if we really did that, I'm afraid I'd only have half my students left after one lesson. Professor McGonagall would surely be furious..."
Professor Abigail's mouth twitched. What she feared was clearly not a "fifty percent reduction" in students, but Professor McGonagall's wrath.
"So I'd like to commission a batch of Magic Golems from you. They should ideally have the appearance, aggression, and cunning personality of these creatures, but without such strong lethality..."
"—Magic Golems?" Wade lowered his head in thought.
"Yes, for each Magic Golem, I can offer you this much!"
Professor Abigail held up five fingers, a pained expression on her face.
"This is the maximum amount I could get approved from the school, and I even added some of my own..."
Wade looked at her expression and suddenly smiled.
"The money isn't important. Just give me the cost price. Making these Magic Golems will be a learning process for me too."
Professor Abigail was delighted. "So, you agree?"
"Of course—what do you need?"
"First, Red Caps and Kappa, then Imps. I have detailed information here..."
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Wade returned to his dorm with a stack of papers and saw Phil still standing in front of the Streaming Mirror.
"Mr. Gray has finished school."
Seeing Wade, Phil immediately stood up and bowed.
"Please sit, Phil." Wade sat cross-legged on the shaggy rug and looked at the Streaming Mirror. "Eva hasn't sent the letter yet?"
"No, she remembers your instructions. The important thing is observation."
Phil said, "Miss Eva arrived at 7:30 AM, but the target had already started work. She was helping prepare ingredients at a Muggle restaurant; after lunch, she switched to another place to help clean. This is her third job."
In the mirror, the Werewolf girl, with a box hanging from her chest, was selling various small goods and flags outside a football stadium.
Phil said, "The target works very hard, and no suspicious people have approached her."
Wade hummed and turned to retrieve many Alchemy materials from the Wardrobe Space. He tapped them with his Wand, and various substances flew, combining, some stretching, some deforming, some twisting.
Permanent Transfiguration was always exceptionally useful for creating objects.
A moment later, a short statue appeared in the center of the room.
It was a Red Cap, resembling a Goblin with a long white beard, a sharp, hooked nose, and a pair of fierce red eyes. It wore a scarlet cap, as if dyed in blood, and its hands were sharp eagle talons, its feet clad in iron boots.
Phil's gaze, fixed on the Streaming Mirror, occasionally flickered over, curiously watching this incredibly lifelike creature.
But at this moment, the Magic Golem Red Cap couldn't move or speak. It was just a shell. Wade needed to give it more characteristics.
It should like to hide in the dark, attacking humans from behind with a large wooden club.
It would run very fast, making a thumping sound when it ran, which alert people would immediately notice; so, before an ambush, it would remain silent.
It would also attack people's necks or eyes with its sharp claws, and if attacked, it would let out a shrill, high-pitched scream, calling its companions.
Finally, it also had weaknesses. Spells or Charms could scare it and make it flee quickly.
One after another, magical lights landed on the Red Cap Magic Golem, as if imbuing it with a soul. Its boots, cap, and the wooden club in its hands all emitted a faint glow, and layered magic circles surrounded its body.
Phil stared intently at the Streaming Mirror, no longer daring to look back.
He was afraid that if he turned around, he would be captivated by this wondrous scene and even forget to continue his task.
Phil frowned, seriously watching Claire in the mirror.
The girl spent a long time, finally selling most of the items in her box. She folded the box, stuffed it into her backpack, put away her money pouch, drank some water from a street faucet, then bought a large bag of bread from a store and took a late bus home.
It was a slum near a church, with old, dilapidated buildings exuding an odor of decay. Not a single windowpane was intact, the ground nearby was littered with trash, and the walls were covered with colorful graffiti and obscene words.
Two men smoking on the street saw Claire and immediately surrounded her with ill intent. But once they saw the girl's face clearly, they quickly pretended not to see her and ran off.
Claire ignored them. She ran quickly into a building with her backpack. The elevator had long since become a garbage heap, so she walked up the narrow stairs.
Eva couldn't follow her into the building. It flew around outside for a while, finally found Claire's whereabouts again, and then flew to perch by the window.
In a relatively intact room, a dirty, bearded man lay wrapped in many bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
"I'm back, Fatos!" Claire ran in and asked, "How's the wound? Does it still hurt?"
"It's alright. The Potions you brought back yesterday were very effective."
The man on the bed struggled to sit up and asked, "Was today smooth? Did you run into any trouble?"
"No, everything's fine. I've made quite a bit of money," Claire said.
She pulled out a relatively clean piece of cloth to use as a mat, then placed the bread she'd bought on it. The two of them devoured it.
They ate ferociously, without an ounce of grace, a fist-sized piece of bread disappearing from their grasp in mere seconds.
Claire licked the crumbs from her hand. "I was thinking—"
"No!" Fatos cut her off directly.
"I just wanted to—"
"Absolutely not!"
"But—"
"If Will has already returned to Diagon Alley and hasn't come looking for us, then that's his stance. There's no need for you to go looking for him. If he hasn't returned, then there's even less need for you to— What did you bring back?"
Fatos suddenly turned his head, his fierce gaze seemingly meeting Phil's through the Streaming Mirror!
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