Golems Like These

The one who screamed was the scar-faced man Wade had sent flying with a wave of his hand earlier.

He had originally crashed into a pillar, breaking several ribs. But now, an unseen force dragged him back, forcing him to serve as Wade's shield with his own body.

The Cloak flung aside the scar-faced man's legs and swirled around Wade, gesturing wildly like a person as it said:

"Yes, yes, Golems like us! Master, Master, do you remember me? I'm your most beloved little Cloak!"

"Bullshit! Master obviously likes me best!"

Another cabinet bounced around on the floor as if it could hardly wait to start rolling, calling out in a sing-song voice:

"I'm a treasure chest made of snakeskin, Master always stuffs his Secrets inside, ding-ding-dang, dong-dong-qiang, I'm more cherished than that foolish Cloak..."

The Cloak abruptly lifted its hem, its two sleeves planted on its hips like a person's as it shouted, "You stinking snakeskin bag! I'm obviously the one closest to Master!"

It pressed itself against Wade's side, as though embracing him affectionately.

"Ha, closer than me?" The cabinet sprang up with a bang, knocking the Cloak aside. It deliberately drew out its words as it shouted, "That's only because you're shabby enough to be useful for disguises! When it comes to usefulness, who can compare to me?"

Voldemort and the Death Eaters froze in place. None of them interrupted the two noisy things' squabbling.

It was not because they were tolerant, but because the instant the cabinet leapt out, countless Golems poured forth like a flood:

A gigantic jellyfish drifted through the air, its long tentacles swaying. Even the Church's lofty dome seemed too cramped for it. Several of its tentacles curled around Wade, protecting the small boy without leaving a single gap.

And its tentacles