Traveling Companions

With Golems in hand, Wade felt much more secure.

Since the day of the competition had not yet arrived, he unfolded Wardrobe Space in his room and continued repairing the Golems damaged earlier, while also adding some more dangerous functions to them.

Moody and Lupin helped cover for him so no one would discover the secret in the room.

When it was time to rest, Wade put away Wardrobe Space, slipped the Pencil Case into his pocket, and prepared to go out for dinner.

Lupin had just undone the spell on the door when several voices came from outside—

"See? What did I tell you? This place is so much better than The Leaky Cauldron! At least there isn't decades' worth of grime on the tables, and the floor won't stick to your shoes!"

A woman raised her voice, sounding as though she could finally relax.

Another, deeper male voice agreed. "Indeed. The walls are clean, and so are the dishes and tables. This time, it looks like we won't have to worry about Doxies crawling out from the head of the bed while we sleep."

"If you ask me—"

The woman suddenly lowered her voice. "Hotels run by ordinary people are still more reliable... No matter how bad they are, they at least look decent. Hotels run by you wizards are like gambling—you lose, and you end up sleeping in a pile of rubbish!"

"Ahahaha... it, it's not that bad, is it?" the man said weakly.

The footsteps stopped diagonally across from Wade's room, and the voices of those Guests became clearer.

"Alright, the room number is right, isn't it?"

A young boy's voice cut in lazily. "Hurry up and go rest! Flying is exhausting. Why can't the Ministry of Magic set up some Magic Doors that everyone can