"Yes, yes, of course..." Miravia nodded repeatedly.
Wade's expression darkened.
"Why don't you go to work instead? Not showing up and still collecting a salary is disgraceful! Aren't you wasting taxpayers' money? Don't look at me like that. I may be young, but I'm already paying plenty of taxes to the Ministry!"
...
In the end, Tom made his choice.
He asked Toby to set up a bed for him in the training ground and bring him meals every day.
Then he simply moved in there.
For more than a week afterward, every time Nagini, Anne, and the others came to the training ground, they would see Tom leaning over the Pensieve.
Only Toby ever saw him while he was eating.
According to Toby, Tom had become noticeably haggard.
But his eyes were growing sharper by the day.
While Tom was training, Wade had Andrews and Elena move into the moving castle as well.
At first, they were somewhat reluctant. After all, the place they had been living in had only recently been completed.
But after visiting the moving castle once, Elena immediately agreed.
Who could refuse a flying castle?
Andrews had no choice but to make a trip back home and drive Wade's carriage to the moving castle.
Seeing the Thestrals pulling it reminded Wade that the rooms he had specially prepared for magical creatures were still unfinished.
If the moving castle was going to become self-sufficient, rooms for magical plants and magical creatures were essential.
Fortunately, creating such spaces was not difficult for Wade.
He had received a great deal of technical support from Newt Scamander.
All he needed to do was apply the same methods used to modify the environments inside expanded suitcases to the castle's rooms. There was no real problem beyond the amount of time it would take.
Once Wade remembered this, everyone currently living in the castle, aside from Tom, was immediately dragged into helping.
Miravia was actually very interested.
After all, she had done something similar inside the Room of Requirement back when she was a student.
With someone as experienced as Miravia helping, the Thestrals that had been staying in the castle garden for several days finally moved into their new home.
Even Alduin, who had been pretending to be an owl and hiding in Wade's room, finally had somewhere to run around freely.
"You have the space now, but you don't have many animals," Miravia said as she stood inside the magical creature room, looking across the nearly empty grassland ecosystem.
"Then we'll get some... I mean, rescue some magical creatures," Wade said.
Miravia immediately became excited.
"Exactly! We should rescue those poor magical creatures!"
"Yes, yes. 'Rescue' them," Wade could only agree.
That very afternoon, Miravia hurried out of the moving castle carrying a handbag.
Wade watched her disappear into the distance and silently prayed for the poor little animals.
As for the unfortunate poachers?
May they at least die with a little dignity.
Hopefully they would leave behind some ashes to return to the earth.
...
One day, while Wade was planting seeds of several rare magical plants inside the magical plant room, Toby came over and told him that Tom had finally "emerged from seclusion."
"He cleared all the combat memories?" Wade asked.
"Toby thinks so. When Toby came to find Young Master Wade, Young Master Tom was sitting in a chair staring blankly ahead," Toby said, blinking his large tennis-ball eyes.
"Mm... I'll go take a look."
Wade removed the dragon-hide gloves from his hands and ultimately decided to check on Tom.
The combat experiences inside the Pensieve were unquestionably miserable.
Although his body would not suffer any actual damage, the mental toll was very real.
After all, getting injured inside the modified Pensieve genuinely hurt.
If Tom suddenly went insane, wouldn't Voldemort appear ahead of schedule?
That would be a little too exciting.
Wade had expected Tom to accept the Pensieve trials, but he had not expected the lunatic to move directly into the training ground and throw himself into the Pensieve every single day.
Doing it once every few days would have had the same effect.
Inside the training ground, Tom's hair was dishevelled and his face deathly pale.
He looked like a vampire that had just crawled out of a coffin.
When Wade arrived, Tom was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed.
Without opening them, Tom recognised Wade's footsteps.
"You know, there's something I've been struggling to decide."
"What is it?" Wade stood a short distance away and waved for Toby to leave.
Tom opened his eyes, revealing bloodshot irises.
"I'm wondering whether I should extract all the painful memories I experienced inside the Pensieve and throw them away."
"You've already endured the suffering and gained the reward. Removing the painful memories won't erase the skills you developed during these days, so why hesitate?" Wade asked with a smile.
Tom shook his head.
"No. If I keep those memories, I'll always remember how hard-earned my current abilities really are."
"If you think those memories are useful to you, then keep them."
As Wade spoke, his right hand quietly slipped into his sleeve.
"But... those memories are also too painful. Painful enough that I can barely endure them."
Tom slowly walked toward Wade.
"Then perhaps you could remove only part of them," Wade suggested.
Tom suddenly smiled.
"That is a good idea. But... I have an even better one."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Stand still. Yes, right there... Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light plunged straight into Wade's chest.
"Fuck! Why didn't you dodge?!"
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