Lupin's return meant that the rogue mascots had all been brought under control, and the other adult wizards were gradually returning to their tents.
Arthur Weasley followed Lupin inside. Seeing his children safe and sound, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness nothing happened to any of you, or how would I explain it to your mother?"
"Dad, did they catch the wizard who cursed the mascots?" Ron asked.
"No, they didn't. In fact, we haven't even figured out who did this yet!" Mr. Weasley said.
"Where are Bill and Charlie?" Ginny asked, standing on her tiptoes to look behind them.
"Bill got injured, and Charlie's looking after him."
Mr. Weasley waved his hand and said, "Come on, we should head back. Let's get a few hours of sleep and then get a Portkey early tomorrow morning to go home."
The Weasley children quickly stood up and followed their father out. As they were leaving, George leaned close to Wade, winked, and said:
"Don't worry, we've all discussed it. We won't tell anyone about your cabinet."
The others also made a gesture of swearing an oath, and Wade smiled and nodded.
In fact, after he visited Mr. Flamel, Nicolas Flamel somehow contacted the Ministry of Magic. In any case, Wade's cabinet, which had an Undetectable Extension Charm placed on it "for Alchemy research purposes," had already been registered with Ministries of Magic in various countries.
So, even if the existence of the Wardrobe Space became known, it wouldn't be illegal.
Of course, the Ministry of Magic staff didn't know how large Wade's cabinet was. Perhaps in their understanding, that cabinet was at most equivalent to a small storage room for materials.
Afterward, the elders of the other children also came to retrieve their kids. The adults' faces were full of tension and exhaustion; they had no time for pleasantries, merely greeting each other before silently leaving.
Finally, only Lupin, Wade, Harry, and Hermione remained.
Before going to bed, Harry asked, "When is Sirius coming back?"
"I don't know. Maybe he found traces of another Dark Wizard and went after them?"
Lupin had a hint of worry in his brows. He said gently, "He hasn't contacted me yet. When I hear from him, I'll tell you immediately."
Sirius often did this. Harry couldn't help but sigh for his worrying godfather and said, "Remus, you should get some rest early too."
"Alright." Lupin smiled, watching the children return to their respective bedrooms.
That night, although everyone was exhausted, very few could actually sleep.
Wade lay on the bed fully clothed, turning over. He could still hear faint sobbing from somewhere.
Not everyone had the chance to sleep peacefully. The rampaging Leprechauns and Veela were incredibly vicious, ultimately causing some people to lose their loved ones.
The Ministry of Magic couldn't hastily produce enough Portkeys, as only a very small number of wizards had the ability and authorization to create them. The most urgent task was to send all the injured to the hospital first.
So, some lightly injured people, frightened people, and some relatives of the deceased were temporarily left in this nightmarish camp, arranged by the Ministry of Magic to rest there.
The crying was intermittent, making Wade's head throb.
He turned over several times, thinking everyone else was probably asleep. So he got out of bed again, went downstairs to pour himself a Butterbeer, hesitated for a long time, but ultimately didn't drink it, instead grabbing a can of coffee.
He drank coffee as he went outside the tent, sitting where he had chatted with Bill earlier. He looked up at the sky, where a few dim stars were hidden among the clouds.
"Hoo—hoo—hoo—"
A low, slow hooting sound of an owl came from a distance. With no response from other animals, it sounded particularly mournful and lonely.
As if in response to this call, a deep, indescribable sense of melancholy rose in his heart, as if gnawing at his heart inch by inch, making him feel very cold.
Wade remembered this night in the original story… He couldn't recall if anyone was killed, but he thought not. The most memorable thing was the Dark Mark rising into the sky.
But now…
As Wade was lost in thought, something suddenly flashed before his eyes, catching his attention.
He composed himself and looked at the weedy ground in front of him. A moment later, a squirrel poked its head out of the grass, its round eyes tentatively watching Wade, ears pricked forward, and tiny paws tucked against its chest.
Wade: "…"
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to find that the squirrel had boldly run up to him, its bushy tail held high, a serious expression on its face, letting out a series of crisp "squeaks."
Wade slowly blinked, with only one thought in his mind—should he pretend not to recognize him and seize the opportunity to catch… and tease him?
It would be fun to give him to Harry as a pet…
As morality and the desire for mischief tugged at Wade's heart, the squirrel in front of him quickly gave up trying to communicate with "squeaks," and bent down to write a line of words on the ground with its tiny paws:
[I am Sirius Black. Someone turned me into this. Take me to Dumbledore.]
Wade: "…"
He felt a moment of regret, then reached out and scooped up the squirrel. Looking into its black eyes, he asked, "Are you really Sirius?"
The squirrel nodded seriously, its large tail wagging behind it.
"I understand. I'll go find Dumbledore now."
Wade said, casually placing the squirrel on his shoulder, then put a Communication Pea into his ear: "Connect to Albus Dumbledore."
A moment later, he heard the sound indicating the call was connected.
…
"Bang!"
"Look at what your Irish team's mascots did! Is this a performance or an attempted murder?"
"Everyone loved them when they were in our country, and they were fine during the match. The only reason they went crazy is because someone tampered with our lovely mascots!"
"Exactly! It's your British Ministry of Magic's fault for not ensuring proper security, which led to this incident! You must give us an explanation!"
"Our British mascots didn't go crazy and attack the audience!"
"Yeah, because they weren't even qualified to participate in the match!"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, we shouldn't be debating whose fault it is right now. Instead, we should discuss how to resolve this matter, and also find out who the wizard is that cursed the mascots."
"In my entire career, I've never encountered anything like this! We lost a full twelve Veela! Do you know what a huge loss that is?"
Before Wade even got close to the large, ornate tent, he heard intense arguing coming from inside.
Dumbledore walked out of the tent quickly, his face still showing a helpless and weary expression.
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