Wade raised an eyebrow and turned his head to see the silly Barnaby in the tapestry.
Every time he entered or exited the Room of Requirement, he would first see this tapestry. Sometimes he'd see silly Barnaby forcing Trolls to dance in tutus, and sometimes he'd see Trolls whacking silly Barnaby on the head with large wooden sticks. The two were always entangled in this tapestry, never speaking, and never going anywhere else.
He had originally thought this was because tapestries were different from portraits...
At that moment, the Trolls in the tapestry were lying asleep to the side, while the wizard sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes clearly fixed on Wade, speaking with a very serious expression.
"Silly... er... Mr. Barnaby?"
"It's fine, call me silly Barnaby. Everyone else does anyway," Barnaby said indifferently, then asked, "I'm guessing you took something from the Room of Requirement?"
"Yes," Wade admitted straightforwardly. "But it doesn't belong to the Room of Requirement. Someone else put it in there, just like the broom I took before."
"It doesn't matter if someone else put it there to hide, child," Barnaby said slowly. "In this castle, everything abandoned by its owner eventually ends up in this room—when they are forgotten by their owner, they become part of the Room of Requirement. You can take what you need, like that broom; but you shouldn't take things you don't need, or use the Room of Requirement to satisfy certain personal desires."
"Personal desires?" Wade countered, "Like what?"
"Like reselling the items inside to make a profit." Barnaby paused, then added, "If you truly need money, you can search through the pile of miscellaneous items. You should be able to find some Galleons, enough for your daily needs."
"What if I really do take things I don't need from inside?" Wade asked again.
Barnaby said solemnly, "Then one day, what you took will return to Hogwarts in a way you absolutely do not want to see. And you will eventually be punished by a magical contract for violating the original intention of entering the Room of Requirement."
His tone was sorrowful and pitying, as if he had already seen a future where Wade, having refused his advice, would suffer a tragic death or endure great torment.
A nearby Troll grunted in its sleep, scratched its backside, and rolled over to continue sleeping. Its smelly foot landed right in front of Barnaby, who had to pinch his nose and move to another spot, then adjusted his expression and continued to stare at Wade with a heavy gaze.
"So," Wade couldn't help but smile, asking, "If I found a dangerous Dark Magic item in the Room of Requirement and took it to dispose of it, fearing it would harm other students—would that still be considered a breach of contract?"
"Oh—oh—I see—"
Barnaby's thoughts were interrupted. He pondered seriously for a long while before stammering, "This—this should count as doing a good deed, right—the castle, the castle will also thank you—of course, it wouldn't be a breach of contract—"
"Anyway, thank you for your advice, Barnaby—after I deal with the Dark Magic on it, I'll return this thing."
Wade waved his hand and turned to leave.
After walking some distance, Wade finally couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
When he finally found the Room of Requirement with the guidance of a House-elf, Wade had wondered if the Room of Requirement could also provide a room full of Galleons or Time-Turners if he needed them.
Or if, when he was studying in the Room of Requirement, he took all the books or alchemy tools inside. The next time he came, would he find an empty room, or would all the necessary items still appear?
After much thought, Wade ultimately suppressed various impulsive ideas and didn't try to test whether such a bug existed in the Room of Requirement.
He wasn't the first to discover the Room of Requirement. Before him, countless students and professors might have discovered the magical properties of this room. Voldemort had even hidden his Horcruxes here, and the Room of Requirement was no secret among the House-elves in the castle.
If items in the Room of Requirement could truly be taken freely, then hadn't any of the students before him discovered this bug? Surely not everyone was as noble as Harry Potter in the original story, never even contemplating using the Room of Requirement for profit?
Not to mention, at least the young Tom Riddle was definitely someone who could maximize resources. He hadn't emptied the Room of Requirement, and the only explanation was that he couldn't, not that he didn't want to.
It seemed that Tom Riddle must have also received Barnaby's warning back then. Given his personality, he wouldn't easily believe a tapestry. After all, he himself was a Curse Master and a descendant of Slytherin—perhaps he even tried various methods, only to ultimately find that the tapestry was right...
"The Room of Requirement"—providing help for those who truly need it.
Wade had long suspected that people entered into some invisible contract when they stepped into this room, so he hadn't tried anything reckless. But when his conjecture was truly confirmed, he still felt disappointed.
Who wouldn't love something for nothing?
Wade slapped his own face, reminding himself—he had already received a lot of help from the Room of Requirement. Greed knows no bounds; don't be driven by desire and forget what you truly want.
...
The next morning, the sky finally cleared.
After heavy snow and continuous gloomy, rainy weather, the students showed immense delight for the clear sky. Many woke up early, strolling, chatting, and playing in small groups on the lawns around the castle.
At breakfast, countless Owls flew into the Great Hall, dropping packages in front of the students—even with the Book of Friends, Owls, these couriers of the Wizarding World, hadn't been phased out. They still flew across the skies of Great Britain, carrying packages large and small.
Eva also landed beside Wade, bringing freshly made candies and desserts from Fiona. She pecked Wade's arm a little angrily, seemingly scolding him for leaving her at home.
Wade tore off some beef for her, and Eva swallowed it, finally satisfied. She hooted twice and spread her wings, flying away.
Wade shared the candies and desserts from the package with the surrounding students, then turned and said, "Michael—"
"Hm?" Michael responded, praising, "Mrs. Gray's peanut brittle is delicious!"
"I'll put some in the Umbrella Room later, take as much as you like," Wade said. "Could you help me take a few pictures later?"
"Sure!" Michael readily agreed, asking, "Did you buy a camera?"
"It was a Christmas gift from my father," Wade said.
"Take a couple for me too—I haven't thought about taking pictures since I got to school!"
"Alright."
As the two were about to quickly finish breakfast, two more Owls flew towards Wade. One dropped a letter, and the other dropped a very large package.
Michael was surprised: "Your family sent you so much stuff?"
"No," Wade said, looking at the signature on the envelope. "This isn't from my parents."
A bonus chapter for the first Alliance Leader, [Leisurely Survivor].
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