Wade thought, I can't exactly say he's wrong…
Dumbledore probably did do that, and Wade did indeed get involved to prevent the forest from crashing into the stadium.
It's just that Ryan got the wrong person he was following.
If people knew the person by his side back then was actually Grindelwald, wouldn't half the people in the tent have shrieked in terror?
As for the other half, they'd be screaming while going to get Dumbledore…
Wade smiled, neither admitting nor denying it. He simply said, "Although the trees were destroyed, the Dark Wizard who cast the Spell wasn't caught—I suspect he was likely in the stands at the time, disguised as an ordinary spectator."
Ryan frowned, "Then his objective wasn't achieved, and he'll likely try again."
"Mm." Wade took a sip of his drink and said, "Cursing the forest is impossible now; that kind of Spell requires a lot of prior preparation… But he might try other methods, so it's best if no one sleeps tonight, and don't let your Wand out of your sight."
"Hmm, I understand. I'll tell everyone…"
Before Ryan could finish speaking, he saw Ginny, who had been laughing and chatting with everyone, leaning against Padma, fast asleep. Her hot chocolate almost spilled, but Kreacher caught it just in time and carefully placed it on the table.
Her brothers were enthusiastically discussing various tactics from the match, and the issue of fouling, completely oblivious to their little sister.
Padma shifted over, allowing Ginny to lean on the sofa to sleep, then couldn't help but yawn herself.
Ryan paused what he was about to say, then switched to, "I'll tell Theo… I don't think he's been drinking either. How about we take turns keeping watch?"
Wade nodded and said, "I'll go say hello to Bill and Charlie… If anyone goes to their bedroom to sleep, tell them not to change into their pajamas."
Ryan also nodded.
Perhaps the joy of their friends was too pure, as they didn't widely publicize this matter—what if the Dark Wizard saw that the Ministry of Magic Aurors were constantly patrolling and there were many Wizards in the camp, and decided to stay hidden?
There was no need to make everyone anxious.
In reality, the teenagers who planned to celebrate all night didn't have as much energy as they thought.
Especially the Weasley Family members; they had woken up before dawn to catch the Portkey, practically staying up for 24 hours. After singing and dancing and making a ruckus for a while, they gradually quieted down.
No one ran back to their upstairs bedrooms to sleep. Everyone sprawled out on the sofas or rugs and fell asleep. Kreacher then brought several blankets from the bedrooms and covered them.
Wade, on the other hand, napped for a bit. When he woke up, he saw Ryan leaning by the window, looking out at the camp. So he patted his shoulder, signaling him to rest.
Afterward, Wade drank a cup of coffee to perk up, then went outside the tent and sat down, unwrapping a chocolate bar and taking a bite.
Chocolate was a cheap Wizard's mana replenisher. After two pieces of chocolate, Wade felt his energy had largely recovered.
Only then did he have free time to carefully ponder the words Grindelwald had spoken and Dumbledore's attitude.
The cheers of the Ireland team supporters still faintly echoed at the edge of the camp, but the Leprechauns with their lanterns were no longer flying around haphazardly.
"Mind if I sit here?"
A low, gentle voice, tinged with a smile, sounded above him.
Wade looked up and saw Bill Weasley standing beside him, holding two cans of beer, his head slightly bowed, the small fan on his earring gently swaying.
"Please, go ahead." Wade said, moving over a bit.
So Bill Weasley sat down, stretching his long legs, and handed Wade a can of beer. "Want one?"
"Sorry, I don't drink." Wade said.
"That's a real shame then. You're missing out on at least a third of the fun in this world."
Bill Weasley took back the beer, shrugged, and suddenly conjured a new black can in his hand, asking, "Coffee then?"
"This I can do." Wade said with a smile, taking it, then hooked his finger under the tab and pulled up. With a soft pop, the aroma of coffee filled the night air.
Bill also opened his can, white foam immediately overflowing. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp of beer, then said:
"Thank you for looking after them so well… Fred and George are two years older than you, but they still only know how to play and pull pranks. They need someone younger like you to protect everyone."
"I just happened to know some extra information." Wade said.
"I'm not just talking about this time."
Bill chuckled, "I also heard that Streaming Mirror was mainly your invention, and the twins were just helping out. As a result, not only did they learn a lot of Alchemy from you, but they also got a share of the profits."
"Then you're seriously underestimating them. Fred and George's talents are extraordinary," Wade said. "When I first started learning Alchemy, they even gave me guidance."
Bill thought for a moment and said, "How about this… let's stop complimenting each other for now, shall we?"
Wade immediately burst out laughing, really liking his casual and frank way of speaking.
Bill then added, "Actually, I heard your name a long time ago—not from the newspaper, and not from the twins, but from my brother Ron—he practically mentions you every time he writes, though he might not even realize it himself."
Wade paused, "Ron?"
"Yes," Bill said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "And Ginny, once she started school too, I heard the name 'Wade Gray' even more often."
He looked back at the tent behind him, his gaze gentle and clear.
"You might not be very familiar with them, but my younger brother and sister both admire you greatly—though they find it hard to admit it frankly."
"Actually, I think you're pretty amazing too," Wade said. "Twelve O.W.L.s, I also took all the subjects, so I know how difficult that is. And I've heard that being a Curse-Breaker is quite a dangerous job, facing all sorts of ancient Dark Curse, Poison Curse, and curses. Most people don't have the courage to even approach it."
Bill chuckled, "I like adventure, just like Charlie likes dragon-taming, and Fred and George love any trick that can make people laugh."
Wade nodded. "You're both excellent brothers."
"But Ron's just a silly kid, always dazed and confused, still hasn't found his path."
Bill's voice held a hint of fondness as he chuckled. "And Ginny... she's actually much naughtier than you'd think, but the moment she sees Harry, she turns into a walking tomato."
These descriptions made Wade laugh again.
Bill raised his beer can in a toast. "Sometimes my younger siblings might not express themselves well, but I promise you, they're all kind and enthusiastic kids."
The eldest Weasley brother paused for a moment, then asked, "If you have the chance, perhaps you'd be willing to teach them a spell or two? Even though they definitely won't have a chance at the final trophy in that competition, just being able to participate a little with their friends should be enough."
Wade smiled and nodded. "Of course... if they need me, I certainly won't refuse."
"That would be wonderful," Bill said, his eyes twinkling.
The two clinked their cans together.
In the distance, the bonfire glowed, and suddenly, a faint, exceptionally shrill scream echoed.
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