Four magic dolls stood neatly in a row, and their bodies swayed slightly. Occasionally, they would open their mouths and let out low growls.

They had grayish-yellow or dark brown fur and beards, sharp teeth, and a human-like appearance—yet with distinct beastly features.

Abigail's eyes lit up as she gazed at the four magic dolls. She reached out to touch the blond-haired one on the left, but it suddenly snapped its jaws shut with a fierce bite.

Snap!

Luckily, Abigail pulled her hand back just in time and narrowly avoided being bitten.

"Don't worry, its teeth don't contain lycanthropic venom," said Wade, standing beside her.

"And they only look fierce—they won't actually bite a person's hand off. At most, they'll leave a few needle-sized puncture wounds."

"Won't that make them less intimidating?" Professor Abigail teased the dolls while asking, "At first, students might be scared, but once they realize these werewolf dolls aren't truly dangerous, won't they start acting recklessly?"

"That won't happen," Wade assured her. "Because I injected their teeth with narrow-leaf nettle extract." (Narrow-leaf nettle' scientific name:- Urtica angustifolia)

"Narrow-leaf nettle?" Professor Abigail was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha, Wade, you really are wicked\\!"

Wade shrugged. "I can't actually let them bite my classmates' limbs off, can I? A bit of pain is nothing compared to facing a real werewolf."

Narrow-leaf nettle contains various irritants. Even mere contact with the skin could cause intense pain.

The liquid Wade had infused into the werewolf dolls' teeth had been slightly refined, making the pain more severe—but also easier to relieve. A simple application of dittany balm would do the trick.

As an added touch, he designed the dolls with small vials attached to their waists, each filled with dittany balm—following the principle that "where there is poison, the antidote must be within seven steps."

Professor Abigail excitedly circled around and inspected each werewolf doll before asking, "Can they transform?"

"Of course."

Wade clapped his hands, and the werewolf dolls suddenly struck a pose as if howling at the moon.

Their bodies trembled, their heads elongated, noses protruded, grayish-black fur sprouted from their skin, their teeth sharpened, and their backs hunched forward...

As the eerie transformation unfolded, Wade explained, "The transformation takes about ten seconds—this gives everyone time to either escape or organize a counterattack."

Professor Abigail had already half-drawn her wand. She watched the changing "werewolves" with a hint of nervousness and nodded. "Oh—good—definitely necessary."

With a series of long howls, the werewolf dolls completed their transformation.

They were now massive, and their four legs were longer and leaner than ordinary wolves. Standing on the ground, they were only a head shorter than Wade, and between their sharp fangs, clear drool dripped onto the floor.

The fur on the werewolves is not as dense and smooth as that of ordinary wolves—it is much sparser. This only made these creatures appear even more terrifyingly human-like.

Professor Abigail gave Wade a deep, scrutinizing look.

In books about magical creatures, depictions of werewolves were mostly black-and-white hand-drawn illustrations. While they clearly outlined the creatures' features, they were far from realistic.

Abigail, of course, knew exactly what werewolves looked like. She had witnessed werewolf transformations multiple times and had even personally cast spells to save a few recruits who nearly failed their transformations.

For Wade to create such lifelike werewolf magic dolls, it meant he must have spent significant time with real werewolves—specifically, those who had transformed under the full moon.

Only then could he have captured the intricate details of their pre- and post-transformation appearances.

—It must be that Remus Lupin, right?

Rumor had it that Wade Grey and Harry Potter had both stayed at that man's house during the holidays.

Thinking about her organization's previous plans, Abigail averted her gaze uncomfortably and felt a bit uneasy.

The werewolf dolls demonstrated their abilities in the room—pouncing, biting, ambushing, and chasing. They even worked together in coordinated attacks, appearing highly intelligent and agile.

After their performance, they reverted to their original forms.

Abigail was full of praise for them.

Next, Wade showcased four vampire dolls. Unlike the werewolves, these looked completely human—and they could even act.

One particularly handsome vampire doll, which bore some resemblance to Cedric, opened its mouth and spoke sweetly:

"My love for you will never waver, even in death."

The vampire doll held Abigail's hand and gazed at her with deep affection.

"You are my life. Ever since I met you, I've never wanted to leave your side. You are so enchanting—you've turned me into a fool."

As it murmured these words, it leaned in as if about to give her a kiss. But suddenly, it opened its mouth wide and revealed two long, sharp fangs.

Professor Abigail, who had been watching expressionlessly, immediately threw a punch—followed by a swift over-the-shoulder throw that sent the vampire doll flying.

"Well, even without making a move, this guy could probably charm a bunch of foolish girls," Abigail said, clapping the dust off her hands. "Are the others like this too?"

Wade smirked mischievously. "Why don't you try them out yourself, Professor?"

But Abigail wasn't interested in entertaining his joke. Instead, she asked, "Alright, I'll test them one by one later. Can they turn into bats?"

Wade sighed regretfully.

"Unfortunately, no. Due to material limitations, if they were to transform, they'd become bats the size of small cars. So I abandoned the transformation ability and instead gave them the function of releasing small bats."

Abigail looked over—the vampire doll she had thrown had already gotten up. With graceful composure, it bowed elegantly before returning to its place in the lineup.

The vampire dolls clapped their hands, and suddenly, a swarm of bats burst into the air, flying straight toward Abigail's face.

In the moment her vision was distracted, the four dolls suddenly vanished.

Abigail froze for a second.

She looked around and saw that the dolls had scattered—one had curled up under a table, another hid behind the curtains, one had leaped onto the top of a cabinet like a cat, and the last one was clinging to a ceiling corner like a giant spider.

Abigail: "..."

"Alright…" she said, holding back a laugh. "In the wild, this could actually be quite useful."

"I also have four trolls for you—consider them a bonus gift."

Wade took out a small box, inside which were four tiny green trolls furiously brawling with each other.

"Since these guys stink too much, I won't let them out. The Shrinking Charm will wear off by tomorrow morning, so if you don't have a place to keep them yet, be sure to reapply the spell in time—these guys are actually three to four meters tall."

"Got it."

Abigail accepted the unexpected surprise and saw one of the trolls plop down onto another, sitting on its companion before smacking its head with a wooden club.

Another troll was angrily pounding on the inside of the box, snorting and glaring at Abigail as if it desperately wanted to get out.

She set the box down and pulled out a bulging pouch of coins, handing it to Wade.

"This is the payment for making the dolls. If it's not enough, let me know, and I'll add more," she said sincerely.

Wade took the pouch, but nearly dropped it from its surprising weight.

He didn't refuse it and stuffed it into his bag. "It's more than enough. If there are any issues with the dolls later, feel free to come to me."

Abigail, of course, readily agreed.

…

After Wade left, Abigail set an alarm for herself to make sure she didn't forget to recast the Shrinking Charm on the trolls. Only then did she realize that the vampire dolls were still hiding.

She clapped her hands. "Come back."

The dolls immediately leapt back into place.

Abigail studied them closely.

Their characteristics were actually quite distinct—

The playboy one was obvious. Then there was a white-haired girl with pale, flawless skin, looking incredibly delicate and pitiful. Even without speaking a word, her large, glistening eyes were enough to make anyone fall for her at first sight.

The other two were more ordinary in appearance. The one on the left wore a warm, friendly smile, exuding an approachable aura. The one on the right, however, was like a mushroom—always trying to hide in the shadows, barely making its presence known.

Abigail was amazed.

She couldn't understand how Wade had managed to make these dolls seem as if they truly had souls—so lifelike, each with a distinct personality.

By comparison, the dolls replicated by her organization were clumsy and unintelligent. Some tripped after just two steps, while others even turned their cannons on their own base.

Even the dolls crafted by Aslan Magic Workshop, despite looking very much like real creatures, showed their limitations when compared side by side. Their behavior was rigid, and they couldn't execute commands beyond a certain level of complexity or understanding.

They were nothing more than advanced wizard's chess pieces.

Those dolls could serve as pets, but they could never be "soldiers." Their size constraints were only a minor issue—the real problem was that they lacked something.

Something… that made them truly "intelligent."

Only the dolls personally crafted by Wade were truly unique. They could act as family, friends, mentors, or caretakers, but at the same time, they could also become excellent soldiers.

It was said that among the dolls sold at Aslan Magic Workshop, a small number were personally made by the creator himself.

But that damn workshop never revealed which ones. Instead, they were hidden among countless ordinary dolls, like secret treasures waiting for some lucky buyer to discover.

At this moment, Abigail fully understood the leader's command—compared to Wade Grey, magic doll-making techniques are completely irrelevant.

This boy… His mind and his alchemy skills are the true priceless treasure.

Abigail seriously doubted that even if she sent these advanced dolls back to the organization, their alchemists would be able to replicate them.

She couldn't comprehend how the gap between people could be so vast.

…

What Abigail didn't know was that for Wade, making magic dolls—or any alchemical creation—was as simple as assembling building blocks with a manual. If he made a mistake, he would immediately receive a correction.

At first, his alchemy skills were limited, partly due to inexperience and partly because he couldn't fully understand the magic patterns and runes he saw. This meant he couldn't perfectly replicate them just by following what he observed.

But after three years, Wade's foundation in alchemy had become rock-solid. Now, there were very few runes he couldn't understand, which allowed his alchemy skills to soar to a level beyond the imagination of ordinary alchemists.

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Wade returned to the Room of Requirement and then unfolded the wardrobe space.

As soon as he entered, a golden-red firebird flew over, chirping and cooing in protest as it snuggled up to him.

"I know you don't want them to leave, but they were already ordered by someone else."

Wade reached out and stroked its head from a distance, and the gentle current of air made Mikael squint slightly in comfort.

It cooed again, and its eyes were filled with grievance.

Understandingly, Wade said, "Feeling lonely? Don't worry, it'll be lively here again soon."

Mikael accompanied Wade as he walked around the wardrobe space.

This place had once been bustling with life—so many dolls filled the space that even Wade himself had lost count of how many he had stored inside.

But during the battle on the island, all the dolls had rushed out, eager to join the fight—even brooms and dustpans had enthusiastically charged forward.

However, under the influence of the island's strong magnetic field, they had all been rendered lifeless.

Normally, in such a situation, simply reinfusing them with consciousness would have brought them back to life.

But then, the Obscurus had ravaged the island, and in their attempts to fight it, Muggle soldiers had dropped numerous bombs. In the chaos, even reinforced concrete structures didn't survive—how could the delicate dolls stand a chance?

Later, after Snape had sent Wade back to school, the Ministry of Magic had cleared the battlefield. During the cleanup, Professor Flitwick had kindly gathered whatever recognizable doll remains he could find and returned them to Wade.

At that point, repairing them was out of the question. The only option was to break them down into raw materials and craft new dolls from scratch.

Now, even though the wardrobe space still had buildings and furniture, trees and a beach, and a few magical creatures, it felt empty.

Wade gazed around, remembering the pumpkin carriage that used to happily race over to pick him up the moment he arrived, the singing teapot that always whistled tunes with steam, the diligent broom that swept every corner spotlessly clean, and the maid doll who tended to the garden with care.

The thought of their absence left a pang of sadness in his heart.

"It'll be fine," he assured Mikael. "It won't be long before you have plenty of companions again. This is actually a great chance for us to reorganize the space."

Wade had always admired Newt Scamander's enchanted suitcase space.

So, when he first built his wardrobe space, he had modeled it after Scamander's—a blend of different landscapes, various weather conditions created using atmospheric spells, and even a collection of magical creatures.

Over time, however, most of the magical creatures had been moved into the Maze or returned to the Forbidden Forest, replaced by an ever-growing number of magic dolls.

Eventually, Wade had added spaces for himself—areas for rest, alchemy, potion brewing, and storage.

With all these structures filling the space, many of the climate zones he had originally designed were pushed to the edges, serving little purpose.

Slowly, the wardrobe space had become a strange mix of elements, cluttered and disorganized.

Now, as he looked at it, his thoughts became much clearer.

I am not Scamander. Mt needs are different from someone whose mission is to protect magical creatures.

I need to transform this space into something that truly suits me.

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