Phil started, recoiling backward, only to be stopped by a hand.
"Careful," Wade said.
Phil turned his head and saw he had almost bumped into the Red Cap of a Magic Golem. The Golem, which had been as still as a statue moments before, now rolled its eyes and glared fiercely at him.
The person in the mirror before him looked menacing, and the Golem behind him exuded murderous intent. Phil instantly froze.
Wade patted the Golem's head and said, "Go wait by the wall first."
Just as Phil was about to stand up, he saw the Golem obediently nod, walk to the wall, and stand there, using its wooden staff like a crutch.
Wade sat beside Phil and said, "Don't be afraid. That person is far away in London."
"Mm," Phil nodded, unconsciously leaning closer to Wade.
...
Inside the dilapidated building, Claire rushed to the window and saw an owl perched outside. It wasn't startled by her movement, merely tilting its head to look at her.
"It's nothing, just an owl."
Claire turned back to tell her companion, then turned again to see the owl demurely lift a claw, clutching a letter and a snakeskin pouch.
"A Wizard's letter?"
Fatos limped to the window and, seeing this, angrily snapped, "You're starting to contact Wizards too? Don't you know how those people look at us? Have you forgotten the harm they've caused you?"
"I remember, of course, I remember," Claire said. "But I believe not every Wizard is bad! And if we want to escape our fate as Werewolves, only Wizards can help us!"
"Wizards can't help!" Fatos roared. "It's been thousands of years! If they could help, there wouldn't be any Werewolves left in the world!"
He looked as irritable as a bear, but Claire wasn't afraid at all. She argued back while reading the letter:
"Just because they couldn't before doesn't mean they can't now! Look at how the world is changing; I think anything is possible."
"Will thought so too, but where is he now?" Fatos said angrily. "I absolutely won't let you become like him!"
Claire ignored him. After finishing the letter, she fed the owl some dried meat, then quickly found a scarf and wrapped it around her head and neck, leaving only the top of her head and her eyes visible.
"You're going to Diagon Alley?" Fatos said frantically. "What did that letter say? Don't go! Or wait until I'm better and I'll..."
"You're overthinking it," Claire said. "No one asked to meet me. That person just sent me payment. I'm going to buy you medicine—real Potions—so your injuries will heal instantly."
She pulled out her money pouch and displayed it; a small pile of gleaming Galleons almost blinded Fatos.
After speaking, Claire didn't wait for Fatos to stop her. She quickly ran down the stairs, her footsteps fading into the distance.
Fatos stood stiffly for a moment, then turned and saw the owl still on the windowsill. He walked a few steps closer, pulled out a sticky note, and scrawled a line of text on it—
*[Find me if you need anything, don't hurt Claire! I'm a Werewolf too!]*
He casually rolled up the note and handed it to the owl, but the owl refused to take it.
Fatos understood: "You want payment, right? Wizard owls are all so cunning..."
Complaining, he took out the dried meat, tore off a long strip, and fed it to the owl.
"Go on, you little devil! Take the message to your master—tell him to come for me! If anything happens to Claire, I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
The owl picked up the dried meat, grabbed the letter, and spread its wings, soaring into the sky.
It flew very high, and soon it saw Claire running on the street again.
The bulky scarf was a bit cumbersome, but it was an unavoidable choice.
People afflicted with Lycanthropy, even in their normal state, are actually different from ordinary people; some aspects of their appearance become similar to those of wild wolves.
For some, the degree of alteration is very slight, with only minor abnormalities that are not easily noticeable, allowing them to easily hide among ordinary people or Wizards, like Will or Lupin.
For others, the alteration is very obvious. Their forehead, eyes, nose, teeth, and ears—each part can become extraordinarily different, making their identity recognizable at a glance.
Claire's mouth and nose had undergone quite noticeable changes, making it easy for a Wizard to recognize her as a Werewolf—Wizarding children begin learning how to identify and kill Werewolves from their third year.
Although the Ministry of Magic has now enacted some laws prohibiting Wizards from harming non-human magical creatures, many still pride themselves on hunting Werewolves.
Therefore, Claire could only choose to work in Muggle society—Muggles don't know that Werewolves truly exist in the world, only thinking she's a strange girl with an unusual appearance.
She found some jobs where she could wear a mask, which allowed her to barely make a living.
But to obtain Wolfsbane Potion, she needed to frequent the Wizarding World and exchange Galleons at Gringotts. Every trip to Diagon Alley felt like an adventure to her.
Eva shifted its gaze.
The letter had been sent, the reply received, and it was eager to return to its master.
So it didn't linger, changing direction and flying towards Hogwarts.
When the screen turned into a vast expanse of white clouds, with occasional glimpses of broad farmlands, Wade put away the Streaming Mirror.
"Is that all?" Phil asked.
"Yes," Wade said with a smile. "Thank you for your help, Phil."
"You're welcome, Phil is happy to help," Phil said shyly. "Phil has to go to work now. Zoe and Hobby helped finish today's work."
"Then I'll have to thank them, but of course, you were the biggest help." Wade turned and asked, "Phil, is there anything you want? I can buy it for you."
"Phil... um... Phil..."
The House-elf swayed, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Wade already knew how to handle such situations.
He said, "It's alright, I want to know, please tell me."
As soon as he spoke those words, Phil's expression relaxed.
Phil awkwardly wrung its long fingers and whispered, "Can Phil... can Phil have a Fava Bean??"
"—A Fava Bean?" Wade didn't understand. "What kind of Fava Bean?"
Aren't there plenty of those in the kitchen?
Phil said, "Not a regular Fava Bean, it's... it's a Fava Bean like Zoe's... a Fava Bean that can be summoned..."
Wade suddenly understood.
His very first Alchemy creation wasn't actually the Book of Friends, but a small Fava Bean meant for protection, which he had given to Zoe.
But later, he no longer needed it and had almost completely forgotten about it. He hadn't expected the House-elves to remember.
Wade smiled and said, "Alright. Tomorrow morning, you'll receive this gift."
Phil broke into a joyful smile.
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