Every morning, Wade instinctively woke up at dawn. The first thing he did was open the window, then he went to wash up.
By the time Wade returned to his room, two or three letters had already been placed on his desk. His owl, Eva, stood on a nearby perch, head down, drinking water.
"Mr. Wade Gray." Dobby stood in the center of the room, holding a round tray, and said happily, "Dobby heard Mr. Wade Gray was awake, so Dobby came to bring honey water."
"Thank you, Dobby." Wade took the honey water and complimented him casually, "That's a very nice scarf."
Dobby tugged at the scarf around his neck, which had a cute yellow bear on it. Dobby grinned happily and said, "Mrs. Gray let Dobby pick it himself. Dobby thinks it's wonderful too!"
Other House-elves weren't allowed to have clothes, but Dobby, in House Gray, was treated like a living clothes rack by Wade's mother, Fiona. All the children's clothes that young Wade had resolutely refused were now bought by Fiona so Dobby could wear a different outfit every day.
Dobby's aesthetic was exactly the same as Fiona's; he loved all brightly colored, flashy clothes—except he always liked to wear mismatched socks.
After drinking his water, Wade went to the Wardrobe Space and ran two laps to get some exercise, then returned to his desk to deal with the mail.
By then, there were several more packages on the table. A very large Eagle Owl had temporarily taken Eva's spot, gobbling down the owl food from her tray.
Eva was furious but timidly hunched her shoulders, hiding in the corner. When she saw her owner appear, she immediately spread her wings and let out a threatening screech, trying to drive the Eagle Owl off her perch.
The Eagle Owl ignored her, only tentatively glancing at Wade before quickly finishing off the rest of the food.
"Be generous, good girl."
Wade stroked Eva's head, giving her two handfuls of food. He also gave the Eagle Owl two handfuls, and finally poured a full plate, placing it by the window for any other owls that might arrive.
The package delivered by the Eagle Owl was from Marchioni, as always containing various Alchemy ingredients, Potions ingredients, and financial reports.
Sometimes, when Marchioni traveled to other countries for business, he would bring Wade interesting little things he found.
If not for the resourceful Marchioni, Wade would have to put in a lot of effort to acquire these materials himself.
For example, African tree snake skin, needed for brewing Polyjuice Potion, was practically a controlled substance in the Wizarding World. It was not only expensive but also very difficult to obtain.
It was only because Marchioni provided the ingredients that Wade could keep Polyjuice Potion on hand as a common Potion and even provide it to Mabel without limit.
Wade wrote a reply, then moved on to Drayne's letter.
This Alliance member could easily use a Communication Pea to contact him, but always preferred to write letters—perhaps because it was easier to organize his thoughts when writing.
Drayne never discussed personal matters. In his letters, he would write about recent Alliance activities [though Wade would soon see the news on the Streaming Mirror, Drayne's content was naturally more comprehensive and included some unpublicized information], and he would also discuss Magic and video editing techniques. However, most of his discussion revolved around philosophical topics.
For instance, the nature and meaning of war, why the idea of wizard supremacy was opposed by many Wizards, even Pure-blood wizards, and the pros and cons of the current changes within the Alliance…
When Wade exchanged letters with him, he always felt more and more excited as he wrote, subtly feeling a thrill, as if every word he put down would become a spark that would ignite this decaying, closed-off, stagnant Wizarding World one day.
To prevent these letters from becoming bullets aimed at himself in the future, Wade signed off all his letters with a pseudonym [Braun] and changed his usual handwriting to avoid being recognized by acquaintances.
Next were letters from Gringotts, letters from Michael and Theo, replies to questions he'd asked Professor Murray, then letters from St. Mungo's…
Luckily, under the influence of Magic, the Quill could write automatically. Otherwise, Wade suspected that if he handled letters like this every day, he'd soon develop a pea-sized callus on his hand.
Wade opened the letter from St. Mungo's.
[Dear Mr. Wade Gray,
Greetings!
We are pleased to inform you that after a period of careful treatment and care, your uncle, Mr. Cornelius Davan, has shown significant improvement and is in a steady recovery phase. Currently, his physical condition is close to the discharge standard.
If all goes well, Mr. Davan is expected to be discharged within three days. After discharge, he will only need to take medication regularly and perform simple daily care to gradually return to a normal standard of living.
If you have any questions about Mr. Davan's condition, or need more related information, please feel free to contact us. I would be happy to provide you with the support and assistance you need in a timely manner.
Wishing you and your family good health and a happy life!
Healer: Mary Nunes]
As Wade finished reading the letter, the diligent Quill immediately sprang up, scribbling line after line—
[Dear Mary,
Thank you for your meticulous care of Uncle Davan. This is a great comfort to our entire family…]
Wade naturally didn't have an uncle named Cornelius Davan. This person was a scientist his father, Ferdinand, had found for him. He was critically ill and dying, abandoned even by his own family. Wade had entrusted Lupin to send him to St. Mungo's for treatment.
Of course, generally speaking, St. Mungo's did not admit Muggle patients, unless they had suffered severe magical injuries. However, in this world, all profit-driven institutions eventually yield to money.
To get the Muggle old man treated, Lupin had cast a non-serious curse on him, successfully making him meet the admission standards.
Now that he was about to be discharged, Lupin needed to handle the discharge procedures, and Wade also needed to personally meet this reportedly highly skilled scientist.
Of course, he wasn't worried that the other party would refuse his invitation—any ordinary person who had witnessed Magic couldn't resist the allure of this mysterious world.
Moreover, he had just suffered the torment of a serious illness; no one would want to experience again the despair of watching their body gradually lose control and slowly approach death.
And for Wizards, while immortality was difficult to achieve, there were indeed ways to extend life. Even if death eventually came, various Potions would make the process much more dignified and comfortable than for a Muggle old man.
Wade wrote another reply to Lupin, then looked at the remaining letters.
Invitations to unknown events, invitations to banquets from unknown Wizards, requests for Alchemy advice, challenges to his Alchemy, pleas for him to donate money or items like Magic Golems to certain organizations, self-righteous love letters wanting to get involved with him, and reporters wanting exclusive interviews…
Wade mostly just glanced at the names on the envelopes, tossed the letters aside, then grabbed the Rubik's Cube Golem, instructing it to help reply, while he himself went downstairs for breakfast.
Today's breakfast was French: Earl Grey tea with bergamot aroma, hot milk, whole wheat bread with nut butter, thin crepes, a boiled egg, and a fruit platter.
His mother was spreading nut butter on a piece of bread. Seeing Wade sit down at the table, she handed him the bread and asked, "Aren't you going to watch the Quidditch World Cup? The news has been talking about that match recently."
Of course, Fiona was referring to the Wizard news on the Streaming Mirror.
"I haven't had time lately," Wade said. "Besides, the initial games aren't that interesting to watch. It only gets good during the tryouts."
Ferdinand took a sip of coffee. "I thought you said you were going out yesterday."
"Yeah, just to see a friend," Wade said. "It's Mabel; she's been troubled by an Obscurus for a long time. Professor Dumbledore invited an expert to see if she can be cured."
"Can an Obscurus be cured?" Ferdinand asked, surprised.
"It's still in the experimental stage, but we're hopeful," Wade replied.
Mr. and Mrs. Gray exchanged a look but didn't press further.
"Hopeful"… It sounded like there wasn't much hope, but no one voiced it, as if afraid that speaking it aloud would make it true.
"Everything will be fine. Good people are always blessed by God," Fiona said. "By the way, when will the person picking you up arrive?"
"No one's picking me up, Mom. I'm going by myself this time," Wade said, smiling when he saw his parents' expressions turn anxious. "I'm already fourteen, and I've learned Apparition. It's just to Hogsmeade, nothing will happen."
Besides, he would be carrying his Wardrobe Space, and Mihail was inside. As long as he didn't run into a Wizard of Grindelwald's caliber, it would be difficult for anyone to stop him.
Ferdinand was silent for a moment, not stopping him, only saying, "Let us know when you get there. Don't make your mom and me worry."
"I know, Dad," Wade said.
House Gray didn't have anti-Apparition Spells, because Wizards can only Apparate to places they've been before. As long as they hadn't hosted dangerous and unfamiliar Wizards at home, the house was safer than outside.
Moreover, Dobby was now there.
After Wade hired Dobby, he specifically wrote to the Ministry of Magic to register it. Therefore, when he used Magic in his own home, the Misuse of Magic Office couldn't distinguish whether the caster was Wade, Dobby, or Moody, who occasionally dropped by. This gave Wade much more freedom at home.
After breakfast, Wade gathered what he needed, spun on the spot, and instantly vanished from the room.
In a flash, he appeared in a secluded alley in Hogsmeade, right next to the Three Broomsticks pub. Wade could hear pleasant music coming from inside.
He pressed his Communication Pea, sent a message to his parents that he was safe, and then waited a bit longer. He saw two people Apparate directly onto the street in front of the Three Broomsticks, both carrying suitcases.
They stood in place, looking around.
Wade walked out of the alley and smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Scamander, Steven."
Scamander smiled and nodded. "Good morning, Wade."
"Oh, Wade!" Steven broke into a hearty smile. "Have you been waiting long?"
"No, I just got here myself," Wade said. "Come with me. Remus's house is in this direction."
"Oh, so I'll get to see Sirius Black too?" Steven asked eagerly. "I read about the four of them in the newspaper two years ago, and I've been wanting to meet them!"
"Unfortunately, Sirius is out on an errand and hasn't been back for several days," Wade said.
Steven looked very disappointed, his eyebrows and eyes drooping.
Scamander looked at his assistant's childish expression and smiled tolerantly.
The group soon arrived at Lupin's house. Lupin and Dumbledore were both there, and even Madam Pomfrey had come.
Mabel had naturally been waiting for this day for a long time. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, looking at the old man who seemed to hold her fate in his hands, so nervous that dark energy almost began to emanate from her body.
"Relax, child," Scamander said gently, bending down. "We'll examine your condition first, then we can choose the safest method for treatment. I won't hurt you, believe me, okay?"
Mabel pursed her lips, looked at Dumbledore, Lupin, and then Wade, and nodded. The dark energy around her also receded.
"Good girl."
Scamander said with a smile, then, with Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore, led Mabel into an inner room to examine the Obscurus.
"Please sit down, Steven. What would you like to drink? Wade, how about some hot chocolate?"
Lupin invited them to sit down, then waved his Wand, causing pastries and drinks to fly onto the table and arrange themselves.
"If an Obscurus can be cured, it would be a first in the Wizarding World," Steven said uneasily. "But I'm very worried about whether it will go smoothly."
After all, the last little girl who underwent an "Obscurus separation surgery" ultimately died.
"If those three inside can't cure it, then no one else in the world can," Lupin said, seemingly calmly. "So all we can do is trust them and wait."
Wade watched him, as he spoke, pour the milk intended for his coffee into his carrot juice, and knew that Lupin wasn't as calm as he seemed.
He held his drink without sipping it, thought for a moment, then asked, "If we use Felix Felicis, can it increase the chance of success?"
"No, that won't work," Steven sighed. "I asked Mr. Scamander the same thing. If he needed it, I could get him a bottle of Felix Felicis. Of course, Mr. Scamander also has his own sources."
"But Mr. Scamander said that Felix Felicis doesn't just bring good luck to the user; it also makes them arrogant and reckless."
"Separating an Obscurus requires extreme precision, rigor, and meticulousness. Any slight emotional change can have a huge impact."
"So he'd rather not borrow luck through Magic, to ensure his mind remains clear."
"One more thing, Wade," Lupin added. "Felix Felicis helps people make the right decisions, but not necessarily the decisions the drinker wants—"
"When facing an Obscurus, what if letting this creature die along with its host is considered the 'most correct' choice? Magic would then push events in that direction."
"So don't rely on that Potion, Wade. You should only use it in extremely necessary circumstances."
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