Snap!
Tom arrogantly caught Anne's wand as it flew toward him.
"Heh... easy."
Anne took her wand back from Tom with a defeated look, then turned apologetically toward Wade. "Sorry, Wade. I still couldn't beat him..."
"There's no need to feel discouraged, Anne. It wasn't nearly as easy for him as you think. Tom, you can fool your friends, but don't fool yourself. Was it really that easy?" Wade asked with a smile.
"I barely even tried," Tom said proudly.
Despite his words, however, his left hand, hidden behind his back, was already trembling slightly.
Truthfully, he had actually gone all out just now.
Fortunately, he had always trained his combat skills diligently. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to withstand Anne's relentless attacks at the beginning.
Let alone spot the flaw later and seize the opportunity.
"Oh! So that's how it works?!" Flitwick had already picked the glasses up from the floor and put them on.
At first glance, he immediately understood their purpose.
The others soon gathered around and took turns trying the glasses.
The remarkable predictive effects left everyone amazed.
Tom finally understood why he had nearly lost earlier.
Rather than fighting Anne, it had been more like fighting a "puppet" being guided by the glasses.
"These are a newly developed pair of tactical glasses. You can also call them Probability Glasses. They're very useful for assisting wizards in combat. You've already seen what they can do. But as you just witnessed, no matter how good the equipment is, your own fundamentals still need to be solid. If Anne's basic abilities weren't good enough, then even if the glasses gave her the correct instructions, she wouldn't be able to react in time," Wade said with a smile.
Hearing that last sentence, Anne immediately felt much better, and much of her earlier frustration faded.
"They wouldn't suit me," Hagrid said. "First, they don't fit me. Second, I can't react fast enough."
"Same here..." Alphard, who had arrived later, said gloomily. "I can't react quickly enough either. Even if I understand what they're telling me, by the time I cast the spell, the opportunity is already gone."
"That's why we keep telling you to work on your fundamentals," Henry, who had arrived with him, teased.
"All right. These glasses are only the first version. I'll improve them further," Wade said.
The Probability Glasses were very useful, but for now, they were only suitable for skilled fighters.
Wade himself had no problem using them with his cat-like reflexes.
Tom's reactions were fast enough as well.
Even Anne and Flitwick could just about make use of them.
But for students like Henry and Alphard, whose fundamentals were weaker, the glasses were much harder to use.
They were like high-level equipment in a game, requiring the user to reach a certain level before they could equip them.
So for now, the Probability Glasses were somewhat limited.
At present, Tom would probably benefit the most from wearing them.
But that was not what Wade wanted.
He wanted this equipment to be usable by wizards of every level. Only then could it significantly improve the combat ability of those who were originally weak fighters.
And the fact that the glasses could be knocked off so easily was another weakness.
In short, they still needed improvement.
...
After that, Wade disappeared and did not return until dinner.
One thing was certain.
The bastard had skipped an entire day of classes again.
Tom knew this better than anyone.
In the morning, the person sitting among them in class had changed from Wade into a gloomy-looking Abraxas.
Then in the afternoon, Abraxas had been replaced by an equally miserable-looking André.
Abraxas had no classes that morning, while André had no classes in the afternoon.
So Wade had used some nightmare magic on them.
Whenever anyone looked at Abraxas or André, they would subconsciously mistake him for Wade while instinctively avoiding speaking to him.
Of course, Wade had not fooled Tom.
He was simply too afraid that Tom might cause another incident.
When Wade returned that evening, he looked much more relaxed and no longer as weighed down as he had been during the day.
After dinner, he deliberately visited the Chamber of Secrets and Dumbledore's office to tell Slytherin and Dumbledore that he had decided to free the Senior first thing the next morning.
He had spent the entire day putting all the necessary preparations in place.
The Senior had indeed done nothing to stop him.
Even the nightmare magic that had originally surrounded her "grave" had completely disappeared.
By early the next morning, Wade once again vanished from Hogwarts.
Unlike the previous day, however, Dumbledore personally arranged an official leave of absence for him.
...
Dumbledore's office.
"We should use my fireplace. It'll attract less attention. I don't want Grindelwald to know about the Senior," Dumbledore said.
Wade nodded.
Grindelwald was extremely interested in powerful wizards.
Before Ms Paris came to Hogwarts, he had already tried to recruit her.
So it was best to keep the matter hidden from him and avoid unnecessary complications.
"Where is Slytherin? Didn't you say you were bringing him?" Dumbledore asked.
"He's already there. I asked him to handle a few things for me in advance," Wade replied.
Dumbledore understood immediately.
Wade had sent Slytherin ahead to make preparations.
Preparations in case the Senior turned hostile.
"Then let's go," Wade said.
"Please wait, Wade. There's still one more person we're expecting," Dumbledore said softly.
Wade's eyes flickered.
"Ms Paris?"
"You already knew? Hm... I suppose she had no reason to hide it from you. Yes. She mentioned it to me in a dream last night."
At that moment, the lantern monster's voice came from outside the door.
"Ah! It's the kind Ms Paris! Welcome..."
...
The Senior's physical body had been hidden on a hillside north of Northumberland, close to the Scottish border.
It was not actually very far from Hogwarts.
The previous day, Wade had already moved the transit point from the Forbidden Forest to that location.
So the fireplace in Dumbledore's office could now lead directly to the foot of the hillside.
At that moment, Wade, Dumbledore, and Ms Paris were climbing the slope step by step.
"Hm? Why is there so little mist now?" Ms Paris asked in confusion.
Wade looked somewhat awkward.
"She was worried I'd overthink things, so since yesterday she's been deliberately suppressing her magic..."
Ms Paris immediately understood.
The Senior was deliberately allowing Wade to arrange his traps and precautions against her without interference.
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