Ferdinand was about to put his tools back into the box when he heard that. His hand paused, and he turned to look at his wife's profile.
Fiona was gazing at Wade's back as he cast spells by the flower bed. Those eyes, always brimming with laughter, now clearly reflected worry and unease.
Ferdinand suddenly understood that his wife was not truly oblivious to everything. She had also sensed the unspoken urgency behind their son's unusual actions during this holiday.
—In that world beyond their reach, something must have been changing dramatically. It had even made Wade feel endangered, driving him to find ways to build defenses for their home.
Ferdinand paused, set down his tools, wrapped an arm around Fiona's shoulders, and said softly:
"Of course, dear."
Ferdinand turned his gaze toward Wade as well and said, "Our son is even smarter than we can imagine. He knows what he is doing, and he is capable of doing it."
Fiona leaned against her husband's shoulder and let out a soft breath without saying anything.
"Besides, don't you know our child?"
Ferdinand smiled. "If things were truly so bad that even he had no confidence, Wade would definitely have us move somewhere safe first."
A long time ago, Wade had jokingly discussed with them what they could do if the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World returned. Their whole family could move to another country, and they had seriously discussed which country would be the safest.
Even at the height of Voldemort's power, he had only ravaged this island. He had failed to spread his terror across all of Europe, let alone to other continents.
Although Wade had seemed to mention it only casually at the time and had never brought it up again afterward, Ferdinand did not think Wade