Sirius had barely finished speaking before his cloak unfurled, completely covering Mabel. Beside him, Peter the Second tugged at his mask, making sure it wouldn't suddenly fall off his face.
Sirius didn't notice their small gestures, but Lupin glanced over.
The Wand was pointed at a young Wizard with dark skin and startled eyes. He stared blankly at the cold-faced Sirius and asked, "Wade Gray is...?"
He was about to ask who that was when he suddenly remembered seeing the name in the newspaper. It was the widely renowned Alchemy genius.
"...the inventor of the Communication Pea? Are you looking for him?"
Another older witch nearby quickly explained, "We haven't seen the person you're talking about—he's in Britain, and should be attending Hogwarts now... isn't he?"
Among the crowd, a witch with her hair in a bun shifted slightly, wanting to say something, but held back.
Not long ago, she had made a cloak for Wade, making her one of the few who knew Wade Gray was in this castle.
But remembering the order to keep silent, the witch swallowed her words, lowering her head and hiding in the shadows of the wall.
"Nonsense!" Sirius said angrily. "If he were at school, would we still need to look for people? It seems you have no intention of handing him over..."
"Then we'll go in and find him ourselves!" A long-haired witch flew over, interjecting. She drew her Wand and said decisively, "Don't waste any more time. While Dumbledore is holding off the other Alliance members, we need to rescue that child as soon as possible!"
While they were talking, the Order of the Phoenix members had already subdued the Muggle soldiers, throwing all their weapons and vehicles into a raging fire. At this point, only two Wizards remained on guard, while the others had all flown over on brooms.
The two sides faced off across the windows, with the situation on the verge of erupting.
Although the Order of the Phoenix had fewer members, they were highly skilled and proficient in Spells. Most of the Alliance members who remained were injured, some didn't even have their Wands in hand, and were still wearing pajamas.
"Wait! Wait! Listen to me!"
Wawerlett saw that a conflict was about to break out and quickly stepped forward, spreading his arms to block everyone.
The Alliance had the advantage in numbers, so they wouldn't necessarily lose to the Order of the Phoenix, but...
Wawerlett glanced warily at the silent little girl beside him, and the increasingly bright Firebird.
If these two also started fighting, few of the young people behind him would likely survive.
Most importantly, Wawerlett didn't think they were enemies with Wade; they had gotten along very well before. It would be foolish to kill people just because of a misunderstanding.
Wawerlett looked directly at Sirius, his eyes sincere, and said, "Listen to me, Wade Gray is indeed not in the castle, he..."
"Really? Wade has been found!"
Lupin's voice interrupted Wawerlett. He pressed a hand to his ear, a look of surprise and joy on his face, and at the same time nodded to Sirius and the others, mouthing: 'Dumbledore's message.'
Sirius's eyes also lit up, his tight lips relaxed, and his shoulders slumped slightly. He asked with concern, "Found him? Is he alright? No injuries?"
Lupin nodded with a smile while talking to Dumbledore: "Yes... we were attacked by Muggles here, but there's no major problem right now... No, we didn't start a fight... Yes, we'll return immediately... Also, we have... uh... some other things to report to you when we get back."
He glanced at Mabel and the others, ultimately deciding not to mention that "the Obscurus is here too."
After the call, Lupin told everyone, "Dumbledore wants us to go back immediately."
"What about those Muggles?" the long-haired witch asked.
"Well... I hope we can leave them here..." Wawerlett interjected, bracing himself. "After all, it was our Alliance that was attacked..."
His voice was a bit weak. After all, they had nothing to do with subduing those soldiers; they had actually been saved by the two groups in front of them.
Some members of the Order of the Phoenix showed disapproval, but before they could object, they heard the little girl's voice.
"Okay," Mabel said, gathering her courage. "I've heard about what you've been doing recently... I myself am a victim of that Organization's Magical research."
After a pause, the little girl added, clearly distinguishing between gratitude and resentment, "But if you try to harm my friends again, then we can only be enemies."
Although she looked like a frail girl, no one could ignore the weight of her words, especially after seeing how the Muggle truck had been thrown into the sky and torn apart.
Or rather, precisely because she was still young, she was even more likely to do things adults couldn't even imagine—whether good or evil.
The Order of the Phoenix members also fell silent.
They had been invisible nearby and had witnessed firsthand how powerful these strange individuals were in their attack. If a conflict truly broke out, the Order of the Phoenix would certainly suffer casualties.
Moreover, even though they followed Dumbledore, as Wizards—or rather, as humans with normal moral compasses—they were equally disgusted by the Organization's atrocities.
They had reassembled under Dumbledore's call precisely because of the Ministry of Magic's inaction. They worried that the Organization targeting Wizards would harm more Magical children, and also feared that the resurgent Alliance would deceive the world under the guise of justice and disrupt the peace of the Wizarding World.
But if these two sides fought, the Order of the Phoenix would secretly cheer for the Alliance.
The group said nothing more, turned around, called their two companions who were guarding the Muggle soldiers, and all returned to Britain using a Portkey.
Before leaving, Lupin turned his head and met Peter the Second's gaze.
The masked man's eyes looked very familiar, and so did his build... but his gaze was calm and gentle, like a deep starry sky or a clear lake, making one feel that the person with these eyes must also possess a warm soul.
Lupin nodded to the other person, dispelling the absurd thought that had suddenly popped into his mind.
Perhaps he had been searching for Peter Pettigrew for too long; seeing someone with a similar build, he instinctively suspected this person was Wormtail.
But Lupin knew very well that even if Wormtail were shattered and reassembled, even if Voldemort shoved his own soul into Wormtail's body, that rat could never have eyes like these.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, shook his head, and chased after Sirius, who was flying sluggishly ahead.
Before using the Portkey, Sirius also looked back, asking in a low voice, "Are we just leaving like this? That Obscurial named Mabel is right there!"
"But you heard them; they came here to find Wade, just like us," Lupin whispered. "If I'm not mistaken, those others nearby should all be Wade's Magic Golems."
"Wade's Magic Golems... mixed up with an Obscurial?" Sirius said, surprised. "How did they get involved?"
Lupin shook his head. "Until we understand the reason behind this and Wade's attitude, it's best not to let anyone else know... I think Dumbledore already has it all figured out."
A moment later, Sirius said in a low voice, "I heard that Dumbledore wanted the Obscurial to attend Hogwarts, but Fudge firmly disagreed, which is why she ran away and became a wanted criminal..."
Thinking of the Minister of Magic who insisted on world peace and pretended that if she didn't acknowledge something, it didn't exist, both of them sighed helplessly.
...
Mabel's heart was in her throat. She glanced sideways and saw that all the British wizards had left, and none of them had tried to capture her. Only then did she secretly relax.
"Let's go back too," the Rubik's Cube Golem said happily. "If we fly fast, we might even see our master tonight!"
"No problem!" The broom swayed. "I'll go as fast as I can!"
"Wait a moment! I have something I need you to deliver to Wade Gray!" Wawerlett quickly called out to them.
The broom, which had already turned to leave, stopped, circled around, and returned to the window.
"What is it? Do you know my master?" the broom asked.
"I'm warning you, old man, Mr. Cloak is very smart! If you're trying to trick us, you're barking up the wrong tree!"
The cloak also chimed in, leaning on the broom's authority.
Wawerlett waved his hand, sending the surrounding young people to tend to the injured, repair the bombed parts of the castle, and escort the Muggle soldiers tied up in the distance to the dungeon.
Once no one else was around, Wawerlett cautiously took a few steps closer, stopping just before he was about to fall out the window.
"You..." His gaze skipped over Mabel and the masked man, looking at the broom, the cube, and the cloak. He asked, "Are you all Magic Golems made by Wade?"
"Of course," the Rubik's Cube Golem said. "It's obvious."
"Then..." Wawerlett looked at the Firebird Mihail, his eyes shining as he asked, "Is it one too?"
The old man's gaze was fixed on Mihail, and his hand unconsciously reached forward, as if wanting to touch it.
Mihail immediately hopped back disdainfully, suspecting the old man was trying to trick it.
The Rubik's Cube Golem didn't answer, instead asking, "Do you have something you need to deliver to our master? If this is just an excuse to stall for time..."
Its left metal arm snapped open, revealing a gleaming pair of scissors.
Wawerlett snapped back to attention. He quickly said, "Of course I do! Of course! Just a moment."
He fumbled in his pocket for a moment, pulling out a thick, self-bound notebook.
Wawerlett caressed the cover of the notebook lovingly, then handed it over, saying, "This is my Alchemy notebook. Please give it to Wade. Tell him... I hope to have the chance to study Alchemy with him again in the future."
— Ideally, he could also lend me the Time-Turner and this peculiar Firebird for research.
"Got it, I'll pass it on."
The Rubik's Cube Golem tucked the notebook into its belly, patted the broom, and quickly disappeared into the sky.
Wawerlett watched the direction they flew off in, his gaze filled with an almost reverent focus.
— If he wasn't mistaken, that bird, which resembled both Fiendfyre and a Phoenix, showed traces of Alchemy, but it seemed more like a truly living being.
In fact, the speaking Magic Golems, both in their speech and thought, behaved more like humans. The Firebird hadn't made a sound and its movements were like those of a real bird.
But only it... only it didn't just possess "thoughts," but seemed to possess a "soul."
— A true soul.
The taboo in Alchemy... Life Alchemy? That scoundrel Murray, teaching such a dangerous thing to his student?
More importantly... Wade actually managed to create it? How did he do it... Even Murray should only have some ancient and incomplete theories...
Wawerlett's brow furrowed and relaxed intermittently, his mind racing with various alchemical formulas and Ancient Runes. He was completely immersed in a sea of thought, forgetting everything around him.
After an unknown amount of time, a golden light erupted from the castle's Great Hall.
Grindelwald had returned with the Alliance.
...
The last few black-robed wizards pointed their Wands, and the entire manor was completely engulfed in raging flames.
This time, they didn't leave the mess for the local Ministry of Magic, but used Fiendfyre to burn everything to ashes.
The ground outside the manor was either covered in snow or had turned to rubble during the battle. There was no combustible material, so there was no need to worry about the Fiendfyre spreading uncontrollably.
Of course, the Ministry of Magic would definitely come to investigate, so any lingering issues could be left for them to handle.
More importantly, many Alliance members had left bloodstains here, and Muggle recordings might have captured the appearance of some of them. To avoid future trouble, burning everything down was the simplest solution.
After all the Alliance members had left, Voldemort said in a good mood, "Let's go back."
From the battle just now, Dumbledore was still as difficult to deal with as ever, seemingly unaffected by age. A terrifying old man... As for Grindelwald, he didn't seem as powerful as Voldemort had imagined.
— Regardless, neither of these two is a match for me.
Voldemort thought confidently.
He was convinced that he possessed Spells Dumbledore couldn't even dream of, and his Magical knowledge was more extensive than Dumbledore's. He was the most powerful Wizard in the world, surpassing even everyone in history.
He had initially thought Grindelwald, who once ruled Europe, would be a strong opponent, but seeing that man nearly killed by Dumbledore in less than fifteen minutes, Voldemort almost laughed out loud.
— When I am resurrected... I will be even more powerful than before... Whether it's the Order of the Phoenix or the Alliance, whether it's Dumbledore or Grindelwald... they are merely stepping stones on my path to immortality.
An evil smile spread across the infant's serpentine face.
Barty Crouch Jr. picked up the baby, shielded him from the wind with his cloak, then reached out and grabbed Nagini's tail.
The large snake hissed and bared its fangs, but knowing this was for Apparition, it endured and didn't turn to bite him.
They too vanished from the hillside.
Behind them, only the once-grand manor remained, collapsing in flames, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.
In the Muggle city in the distance, the sharp, urgent wail of fire alarms pierced the night, forcing people from their peaceful slumber.
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