"They didn't send me word. They only meant to protect their companion and didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but the result..."
Dumbledore let out a heavy sigh, but he did not blame the others. Instead, he said, "This is my fault, Wade."
"The entire Order of the Phoenix has gradually grown lax because of the long peace. I should have foreseen this. I should have urged everyone more carefully, made them all realize how dangerous and important this was..."
"I paid too much attention to threats in the distance and gave too little thought to the changes in those around me."
Wade listened quietly. Only after the old man had finished did he slowly shake his head.
"No one can foresee everything or make no mistakes—not even gods."
He looked at Dumbledore and said softly, "Professor, you've already shouldered too much responsibility. If you still insist on blaming yourself for every fault—even other people's negligence—won't that wear you down?"
"Don't be so gentle, child." A voice suddenly rang out from beside them, saying sharply, "You should yell at him, grab his kettle, and smash it over his head. Maybe then he'll rein in that arrogance of his a little!"
For a moment, Wade thought those biting words had come from Phineas Black. Then he realized that the voice had come from rather low down.
He turned his head and smiled, his eyes curving. "Long time no see, Ralph."
"Hello, Wade."
Ralph said in a slightly hoarse voice, "But I can't say 'long time no see,' because ever since the day you returned, I've seen you every day. It's just that you children can't see me most of the time."
Standing slightly behind and to Wade's side was a House-elf with white fur growing from its