Wade understood the profound significance of instant communication, but he thought that with mobile phones and networks existing in the Muggle world, a similar magical device wouldn't be surprising.
Wizards already had two-way mirrors for "video calls," and his parchment's main advantage was simply being cheaper and easier to use.
The magical preconditions for it had existed for centuries, yet it seemed no one had thought to combine them in this way.
Wade kept a smile on his face, hoping Professor Morrie would understand his unspoken message: he was open to discussing research results and sharing glory, but he hoped Morrie wouldn't get carried away or turn hostile.
If he did, Wade would have no choice but to retaliate. He didn't truly believe that Hogwarts, even with Dumbledore, was absolutely safe; Memory Charms and the Imperius Curse weren't difficult spells.
But Professor Morrie seemed to miss the subtext. He immediately refuted, "How could it not count? The American continent existed for thousands of years, but Columbus, who discovered it, is still called a hero! Dumbledore discovered twelve uses for dragon's blood; did people not study dragon's blood before? Of course not! Child, there's no shame in standing on the shoulders of giants—what matters is that you are the first to invent it! Wait, I need to write two letters!"
Wade's frantically beating heart began to slow. He realized Professor Morrie had no intention of claiming his alchemical creation; he was simply genuinely happy for Wade. Morrie's exuberant expression and excited eyes had just made Wade feel threatened.
He slowly regulated his breathing and heartbeat, realizing his current mindset was problematic. Because of Quirrell and Dumbledore, his trust in the school's professors was extremely low, and he was subconsciously quick to assume the worst.
Yet, Professor Flitwick was kind and enthusiastic, and Professor Morrie had been nothing but helpful. His suspicions were unwarranted.
Professor Morrie, unaware of Wade's thoughts, wrote a few lines and then asked, "By the way, Wade, what's your invention called—it should have a name, right?"
Wade said as calmly as possible, "Yes, I call it—the Book of Friends."
Professor Morrie wrote down a few lines, then suddenly asked, "By the way, Wade, what's your invention called—it should have a name, right?"
Wade said as calmly as possible, "Yes, I call it—the Book of Friends."
Professor Morrie smiled and shook his head. "The person who invented the quill must have also thought it was just a simple little thing, yet we've been using it for over a thousand years."
He finished his letter, stamped it with his seal, and sent it off with an owl. Finally, he cautioned Wade, "Small gifts exchanged between friends are fine, but selling them yourself is out of the question—your time should be spent on more useful things, not on being a peddler or a craftsman."
That evening, after finishing all the "Book of Friends" he intended to give out during the holidays, Wade returned to his common room. He lay exhausted on his bed, thinking of everyone he had met there.
Quirrell and Voldemort, lurking in the castle.
Dumbledore, who coldly placed the lives of all students and staff on a chessboard, yet was also the school's guardian.
"Don't you feel wronged?" Michael had asked him.
Ryan had said, "I thought these things should be far away from us."
Fred had said, "Dumbledore really does know everything."
Hermione had said, "Dumbledore was right... the heavy reality and hatred would suffocate him."
And Harry Potter... the Boy Who Lived...
Wade covered his eyes with his hand, appearing to be asleep.
A soft "pop" suddenly echoed in the room, like a bubble bursting. Wade immediately opened his eyes and saw Zoe, the house-elf, standing in the center of the dormitory.
"You came, Zoe," Wade smiled. "Thank you for agreeing to my request earlier."
Zoe spoke in a thin voice, "Wade Gray needed help, and Zoe is happy to help him. But Zoe hasn't received a signal, so Zoe came to check on him."
"Because I wasn't in danger today. Professor Morrie is better than I thought."
Wade took out a small, green, bean-sized object from his pocket and showed it to Zoe. This was their communicator; Zoe also had one. After completing the "Book of Friends," Wade had also created these magical beans, using the Association Charm and Transfiguration Charm. If he squeezed his bean firmly, the bean in Zoe's hand would heat up.
Ever since his "encounter" with Quirrell, Wade had been thinking about how to ensure his own survival.
Dumbledore had his own plans, and the school's professors wouldn't act as his bodyguards against Dumbledore's orders.
The only ones he could rely on, and who would help him unconditionally, were the school's house-elves.
Fortunately, he had a good relationship with the few house-elves responsible for the Ravenclaw Tower.
These peculiar creatures could Apparate anywhere in Hogwarts, and their magic was even more powerful than some adult wizards'.
Although they couldn't disobey the school's professors, helping a student escape danger didn't violate their duties.
So, Wade and Zoe made an agreement: as soon as the magical bean in his hand heated up, Zoe would immediately come to him and swiftly transport him to a safe place.
Before meeting Professor Morrie today, Wade had taken the magical bean with him. He had prepared for the worst, and thankfully, it wasn't needed.
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