"Remember, don't talk to anyone about the heir, not even the Book of Friends or the Communication Pea are necessarily safe. True secrets are only safe when buried within yourself; they won't be leaked."
Ari vividly imitated Moody's way of speaking, then turned and hopped aside, furrowing its tiny brow, and said in Ferdinand's tone:
"If that's the case, you could have kept it from us, yet you chose to tell my wife and me… Was there some other consideration?"
Ari shifted again, moving into Moody's position, and after a moment of silence, spoke gruffly:
"Actually… I tried telling others my suspicions, but they all thought I was crazy. Even Dumbledore…"
It paused, then slowly began speaking a few seconds later, with a peculiar stubbornness:
"If I die one day, you must convey what I told you to Wade, and tell him—he absolutely must stay vigilant! There are some things I still don't understand, but he'd best keep his eyes open and not trust anyone too easily!"
Ari propped itself on the table with both hands, staring sternly at the air in front of it. Unfortunately, its beady eyes were so dark and round that no matter how fierce it tried to look, it still appeared very cute.
Then, the small Magic Golem relaxed its posture and expression, sat by the table, and swung its legs, saying, "And then he left!"
"Thank you, Ari." Wade gently rubbed the small Magic Golem's head with his thumb, struggling to suppress a laugh. "Your imitation was excellent."
Ari's small hand gripped his index finger, asking, "Will Master be in danger at school? Can Ari help?"
Wade looked into its eyes and smiled, "My request for you two is the same as before—protect my parents. That's more important to me than anything else."
Ari nodded forcefully.
...
Back in the Wardrobe Space, Wade saw Mihail resting peacefully with its eyes closed in its nest; the Cloak lay sprawled on the ground, half-dead, like a manta ray preparing to be dried.
Aside from these two, the Wardrobe Space looked like an ordinary Wizard's home:
There were more than a dozen rooms, large and small, serving various functions such as an Alchemy lab, a library, a storage room, a bedroom, a Potions lab, and so on.
Both in front and behind the house were sizable open areas, planted with some flowers and equipped with some exercise equipment.
Looking further out, there was a plot of land where various herbs grew; there was also a small lake, with some leisurely living creatures visible by its shore.
A cloud drifted slowly through the air, raining as it moved, like an automatic sprinkler.
When Harry and the others entered the Wardrobe Space, this was the scene they witnessed. Aside from the astonishing size of the space, there seemed to be nothing particularly extraordinary about it.
They didn't know that the Wardrobe Space was Wade's own creation, only assuming it was a gift from Professor Murray to his student.
Wade stood in the center of the open area, ignoring the Cloak's grumbling, and gently clapped his hands.
The bell hanging by the door saw the signal and immediately began to shake.
"Ding-a-ling-ling—ding-a-ling-ling—"
The ground in front of Wade instantly collapsed, like the entrance to Diagon Alley, disappearing layer by layer from the inside out, finally transforming into a deep entrance from which various noisy sounds emerged.
The Cloak immediately leaped up from the ground and enthusiastically rushed in. Then, the floor beneath Wade's feet began to float, carrying him downwards.
The Wardrobe Space, after being modified by Wade, was actually divided into two levels: an ordinary, quiet, and tidy upper level; and a lower level that was Wade's true masterpiece.
This basement was like a huge, chaotic base, and everywhere one looked, there were Magic Golems.
The largest Magic Golem appeared to be two stories high, shaped like a giant Jellyfish Golem, with long, slender tentacles hanging below. It functioned as the basement's crane, easily lifting objects to high places, and when idle, it would float around the basement.
The smallest Magic Golems could even crawl into people's ears. Like ants, they scurried inside various instruments, performing intricate work. Sometimes, if they got stuck, they would emit high-pitched squeaks.
There were also two half-human-tall, crab-like Magic Golems whose job was to prepare various materials for making Magic Golems. Some needed fine powder, some had to be sliced thin, some pulled into fine threads, and others had to be calcined by fire.
Their eight legs worked busily and with clear division of labor. The prepared materials already filled several boxes, just waiting for Wade to begin crafting.
Additionally, there were some fist-sized small Magic Golems, shaped like a swarm of Wasp Golems, with round bellies filled with ink. They flew between bookshelves, some carrying books, others writing and drawing on parchment.
Despite their small size, these little Magic Golems were highly intelligent. Their job was to organize Wade's countless books. Flamel's grandfather clock library, a gift to him, stood right beside them.
The Wizarding World had an unknown number of books and notes, and new books and magazines increased every year. Even if Wade lived as long as Nicolas Flamel, he wouldn't be able to read all the books.
So these small Magic Golems served a filtering purpose. They filtered out erroneous, outdated, and redundant books. For most books, they only extracted valuable content and compiled it into collections.
Only the most precious, substantive, and virtually error-free books were placed on a separate shelf, waiting for the day their master would pick them up to read.
When there were no outsiders in the Wardrobe Space, these Wasp Golems would also fly to the upper level to clean, tend to various herbs, and sometimes act as Wade's Alchemy assistants, performing very well.
"Hey, guys, did you miss me?" The Cloak flew around, greeting them. "Long time no see… though it hasn't been that long, but you absolutely can't imagine what I've been through this time…"
"Go away!" A deep voice came from inside the Jellyfish Golem. "Don't disturb my work."
"Oh, did you find a new Magic Books? What? No? Then what's there to surprise me?" A Wasp Golem flew past the Cloak dismissively.
Another Wasp Golem approached the Cloak and asked, "Did you finish reading Spell Reverse Deduction Algorithm? If you did, I recommend you read Medieval Magic Mark Research. When you're with Master, you need to master more knowledge."
If the Cloak had eyes, it would surely have looked dumbfounded at that moment.
It asked blankly in response, "I'm a Cloak. As long as I can fly, fight, and defend against Spell, that's enough. Why do I need to study?"
"I advise you not to waste your time." Another Wasp Golem hovered beside the Cloak, flapping its wings, and mockingly said to the previous Wasp, "It hasn't even memorized the Latin roots of common Potions materials yet! Not to mention…"
"Hey!"
Before it could finish, the Cloak swatted a few Wasp Golems away from itself and sulkily returned to Wade's side.
"Master, these bookworms simply don't understand how many amazing things you've done!"
"Alright, go play."
"Oh, it's nothing," Wade said casually, patting the Cloak reassuringly. Then he looked at the piles of materials in the boxes, wondering what kind of Magic Golem he should create this time.
Ever since the first batch of Magic Golems was destroyed on that island, he had rarely made Humanoid Golems.
Objects that looked like him, whether or not warm blood flowed within them, easily became receptacles for more emotional attachment.
But now... perhaps he still needed more Magic Golems that could easily blend into a crowd.
Wade pondered, lightly waving his Wand. Various materials converged in the air, gradually forming a humanoid shape.
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