Originally, if they had not suddenly been attacked, Wade would have quietly taken Andrews out of the Soviet Union for the time being. But instead, they had run into an entire squad of Aurors...
In that situation, Wade had no choice but to take direct measures and forcibly enslave the Auror squad using the Goblin Collars. Still, this truly was not his preferred way of handling things.
"Why do you want to control this country's Ministry of Magic?" Slytherin asked.
Wade smiled again. "To realize the blueprint in my heart, I need a starting point... and in truth, there is no country more suitable for my plans than this one."
"I don't understand... but I still want to see what this future world you speak of will look like. However... I don't know if I'll live long enough to see it." Slytherin sounded somewhat troubled. "As long as I can't find the person who stole my remains, I can't shake this feeling of unease..."
"Since you can't find any clues, there's no need to rush. Sooner or later, he'll show himself. All we can do before that day arrives is continuously strengthen ourselves... If magic alone isn't enough, then making up for it with equipment is also a good path."
"Don't tell me you're trying to trick me into helping with your experiments again, brat?"
"It's not tricking you, it's a request. After all, you wouldn't want Tom to be too weak and get easily killed, would you?" Wade chuckled.
"Fine, fine... you've found my weak spot again! Honestly, it's hard to imagine how a brat barely in his teens could have so many schemes in his head!" Slytherin said irritably.
"Whose fault was it for holding back while helping us back then? This is something you owe us." Wade deliberately said us instead of me, clearly trying to drag Tom into it as well.
How could Slytherin fail to understand the little fox's intentions?
But this time, he truly did owe the little fox a huge favor. And in many matters, he, a half-crippled old ghost, really could no longer accomplish much himself. He could only rely on this little fox and on his exceptionally outstanding descendant, despite the Muggle blood in his veins...
"Alright, alright, I have no objections anymore." As Slytherin spoke, he glanced toward the carriage door again. "But after what happened, that big fool is definitely a wanted criminal now. So how are you supposed to push him upward? He'll be lucky if he doesn't get caught and thrown back in prison for another ten years."
Wade smiled. "Even Grindelwald can rehabilitate his image, so why can't a smuggler do the same?"
"Then... you didn't put a collar on that big fool, did you? How can you be sure he won't betray you?" Slytherin raised another question.
"I'm not worried. If he really turns out to be some ungrateful traitor, I'll just put a collar on him when the time comes. Besides, not giving him one now has more advantages than disadvantages," Wade said calmly.
Slytherin nodded. "True enough... and with that strange illusion magic of yours, even if a collar were placed on him right in front of his face, he probably wouldn't notice."
...
Since the Aurors had all been mobilized, Wade and the others no longer stayed in the area and instead traveled day and night, flying southwest without pause.
Finally, by the following morning, they had left Soviet territory.
Only then did they temporarily stop in Sweden to rest.
Inside their hastily constructed camp, Wade and Slytherin were gathered beneath the shade of a tree, discussing various topics related to biological experimentation.
Meanwhile, Andrews sat nearby looking bored out of his mind. While absentmindedly thinking about everything that had happened yesterday, he tore apart a loaf of bread and casually fed crumbs to a beautiful little nightingale in front of him.
Strangely enough, the little bird neither cried out nor fled upon seeing people. It simply pecked obediently at the breadcrumbs Andrews tossed down.
However, Andrews noticed nothing unusual. After all, the events of yesterday had impacted him far too deeply. Wade's method of directly enslaving people had left him utterly horrified!
From yesterday until now, he had constantly been thankful that he had not offended Wade too severely... otherwise...
But did Wade really trust him? What if he suddenly put a collar on him right now?
Although Andrews had already mentally prepared himself for that possibility... if the moment truly came, he still found himself deeply resistant to it.
Of course, he could always find an opportunity to secretly slip away.
But... he truly could not accept that. If he ran now, he would never be able to successfully get his revenge in this lifetime...
Before, he had been thinking far too simply. The moment he saw that Auror squad, he realized there was no way he could ever get close to Yuriyev.
Who knew how many Aurors were constantly guarding Yuriyev's side?
So if he wanted to successfully take revenge, following Wade still gave him the best chance!
"You seem worried that I might put one of yesterday's collars on you as well."
Andrews raised his head and discovered that Wade had somehow appeared right in front of him without him noticing.
Andrews nodded. He knew it was best not to lie in front of Wade.
"Relax. Those collars are very precious. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I won't waste one casually."
Andrews met Wade's gentle gaze once again, then immediately lowered his head as though pricked by a needle.
He finally understood what Wade meant.
When Wade said he would not waste a collar, he was not comforting him.
That was a warning! If Andrews betrayed him, Wade would simply kill him directly rather than waste a collar...
It seemed Wade did not care at all whether he might betray him!
Which made sense... it was Andrews who needed Wade, not Wade insisting on keeping Andrews around!
And besides, there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world!
Which meant that sooner or later, Wade would definitely make him do certain things...
After figuring that out, Andrews quickly adjusted his mindset.
If you help me get my revenge, then what's wrong with selling my life to you?
The moment Wade saw Andrews's expression, he knew the man had understood his place.
Then his gaze landed on the little nightingale.
"Oh? Now this is interesting..."
...
The Thestral carriage quietly carried Wade back to Britain before finally stopping at Riddle Manor.
Tom had originally been leaning on a crutch outside the wooden house while instructing the others in magical techniques. He was almost frightened into falling over when the Thestral carriage suddenly descended from the sky.
The moment he saw Wade jump out of the carriage, Tom's face darkened.
"I'm crippled here, and you still dumped all the trivial work on me... meanwhile you've been off enjoying yourself! Where the hell did you run off to this time?"
Looking at Wade's cheerful expression, Tom wanted nothing more than to smash his cane right into that hateful face and teach him exactly why flowers were so red.
"Oh, Tom, do you really think running around everywhere every day is as enjoyable as you imagine?" Wade said regretfully.
"If not, then what?"
"Of course not! Because my happiness... is beyond your imagination!"
"Shit! Don't hold me back! I'm going to kill him!"
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