The breeding speed of the Acromantulas was incredibly fast, and the limited territory allotted to them within the wardrobe space often led to mutual slaughter, with them devouring their own mates and offspring.
Wade didn't release these ferocious creatures immediately. Instead, he sat down, took out the Book of Friends, and opened it.
On SSC's page, several new lines of text had appeared. The Weasley twins were sharing updates about their trip to Egypt.
The Weasley couple had recently won the Daily Prophet's annual award, and, despite having no travel plans initially, the family promptly packed their bags and went on vacation to Egypt, where their eldest son, Bill, was working.
Not long after, Hermione joined the conversation, sharing stories of her experiences vacationing in France. Theo told her that there was an excellent wizarding school in France called Beauxbatons.
Clearly, the communication function of the Book of Friends had been restored.
Wade had no intention of sharing his current predicament with his classmates. He flipped through the book, paused briefly at Remus Lupin's page, and then turned to the page where he could contact Dumbledore.
[Professor Dumbledore, today I encountered...]
Wade picked up the quill, but before completing the sentence, the quill paused in mid-stroke.
He hesitated and struggled internally for a moment before ultimately erasing the line.
Afterward, he put the Book of Friends away.
He even sprinkled a bit more collected gold dust back onto Professor Murray and then poured out a bottle of the Water of Life and Death, which turned into a thin mist that enveloped everyone on the ground, ensuring that even if they were pretending to be unconscious, they wouldn't wake up halfway like he had.
Then, Wade stowed away the wardrobe space, only bringing out the Acromantulas, which were large enough to fill the entire truck carriage, along with Mikael.
Having been deprived of free air for so long, the Acromantulas grew excited the moment they emerged and waved their pincers and produced clicking sounds.
"Quiet," Wade said softly.
The entire carriage fell silent instantly.
Acromantulas were intelligent creatures. Though cold-blooded and ruthless, they understood how to assess risks and avoid danger.
The young wizard exuded the scent of fresh, living flesh and blood, making him appear highly appetizing.
However, next to him, a firebird no larger than a sparrow hopped around curiously, observing the foul-smelling carriage.
The Acromantulas hid the ferocity in their eyes and behaved as docile as loyal puppies.
Leaning against the carriage, Wade closed his eyes to rest while weighing his options in his mind.
Calling the Headmaster would certainly ensure safety and resolve the situation.
But Dumbledore's definition of "resolution" was not the same as the one Wade wanted.
Sending those who want to harm him to Azkaban—a place where a large-scale prison break might occur in the future—could hardly be considered a true "solution."
Moreover, those people knew his origins, had seen his face, and might even trace his parents.
Wade's personal safety might be assured, but what about his parents? Should he rely entirely on the neurotic Moody? Or the extremely busy Dumbledore?
Magic could enable wizards to perform godlike feats and achieve things ordinary people could only dream of, but magic also imposed significant constraints on wizards.
When ordinary people commit murder, whether with knives, guns, ropes, or bare hands, it causes harm to others, but the perpetrator might only experience mental trauma—or none at all.
However, when wizards kill—whether using magic or physical means—any act of murder damages their soul.
But…
Wade's gaze shifted to the spiders beside him.
—What if it's magical creatures committing the act?
…
A box truck sped along the highway, leaving the lights of London Bridge fading into the distance.
It merged into the stream of vehicles heading towards the docks.
Suddenly, a ball-sized circular hole appeared in the truck's roof, and a dark brown bird emerged from it. It glanced around as its neck feathers shimmered with a bluish sheen.
A nearby car swerved abruptly, prompting a cacophony of blaring horns.
"You scared me to death!" came a voice of complaint from the car's passenger seat. "What's wrong with you? Falling asleep on the highway?"
"No…" the driver replied, still shaken. "I just… I think I saw a kid on that truck's roof…"
"What?" The passenger craned their neck to look around. "Where?"
The truck, now farther ahead, showed no sign of anyone on its roof—just an empty expanse of metal.
"Maybe… maybe I was seeing things?" the driver said uncertainly.
"I bet you were nodding off!" the passenger declared firmly. "We should stop at the next service area for a break."
"…Alright."
The driver offered no further defense but continued to wonder—Did I really just imagine it?
…
The honking made Wade glance back briefly. Seeing no accident had occurred, he lost interest and turned his gaze away.
He was still on the truck's roof, but after resuming his human form, he had immediately cast an invisibility charm.
Initially, Wade had planned to fly after the truck to see where it was headed, but once he emerged, he realized the folly of his idea.
The air inside the carriage was certainly foul, the environment was harsh, and countless malicious eyes were fixed on him...
But flying alongside a speeding truck on the highway was a massive test of endurance. Moreover, if the truck entered a closed facility, wouldn't a peregrine falcon tailing it be even more conspicuous?
Among Will's group, even if there weren't any formal wizards, they certainly wouldn't be ignorant of Animagus magic.
Since he was already outside, Wade had no intention of going back to share a confined space with the Acromantulas. Instead, he sat atop the truck and used a series of charms—anti-wind, anti-cold, adhesion—to ensure he could sit comfortably and securely.
He didn't care whether he triggered a trace charm. If the Ministry of Magic had the capability, let them try to pinpoint his location on the highway! They'd also have to prove that the spell was cast by him.
And if the Ministry of Magic was truly so efficient, they'd first need to deal with the people driving the trucks.
As night deepened, the truck and the van ahead of it followed the dockside road onto a massive cargo ship. After a few twists and turns, they parked at their designated locations.
The van was parked several spaces away from Wade's truck due to the weight difference.
Soon, the people from both vehicles disembarked. They had removed their masks, allowing Wade to see all their faces.
"We can relax now that we're here," Will said. "I need to head back. I have work tomorrow morning."
"Sorry, but you'll have to stay with me until the ship departs," the receptionist lady said, placing a hand on his shoulder with a slightly threatening smile. "You understand, don't you? We're worried you might sneak off and report this to your werewolf friend."
"Remus Lupin is not my friend," Will said expressionlessly. "He's just an arrogant, self-righteous do-gooder. Every time I smile at him, I feel disgusted."
"Glad to hear it!"
A burly man with a beard clapped him on the shoulder and said with shared disdain, "He's the son of Lyall Lupin, went to Hogwarts, made friends—how could someone like that possibly understand what we've been through?"
"Oh, wait… according to those people, we don't even count as human beings, much less have souls! Hahaha…"
The bearded man burst into hearty laughter.
"Shut up, you'll attract attention!" said a bow-legged man with thick eyebrows coldly. He then turned to the truck driver and asked, "What about the wizards?"
"The gold powder is doing its job!" the driver said with a grin. "They've been quiet the whole way."
"Go check!" the thick-browed man ordered.
"There's no need, is there?" said the freckled driver lazily, trying to avoid the task. "If I open the door, the gold powder might scatter."
"Go and look!" Thick Brows said, suppressing his anger.
"…Fine."
Reluctantly, the freckled driver put on his mask, walked to the back of the truck, unlocked it, and pulled open the iron door.
Countless green eyes stared back at him.
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