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Chapter 674 Sending Dumbledore to Heaven
"We can provide three sets of Muggle space suits in mid-air, but they cannot be transferred to Hogwarts because there is a power system on it, which will be destroyed by Hogwarts. So you have to move aside to receive those things."

"This is a candle for making oxygen. Although Hogwarts should be equipped with it, I'm still ready."

"This is the liquid food we got. Although we don't need to eat in theory, we still prepared it."

Headmaster Vladislav stuffed a bunch of things into Dumbledore's hands, among which the most easily damaged thing was a space suit floating in the sky. However, according to the current preparations, that was not needed.

Yes, everything is well prepared, and almost everyone's face is filled with smiles and hope, as if everyone can't wait to send Dumbledore to heaven.

The unnamed blood-stabilizing potion formula sent by Beauxbatons has been brewed and checked, and there are no problems with either the formula or the effect.

There was no problem with the spell that Durmstrang found, and Dumbledore just took a little time to complete it.

Other items like parachutes, alchemical respirators, anti-radiation potions and the like were piled up in a large pile. Except for a part of them that were kept by Dumbledore personally, the rest were all piled on top of the items in the open space next to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

The experimental aircraft was built using the strongest materials discovered, reinforced with various Transfiguration techniques, and even had some Dumbledore-brand reactor materials used to make its outer shell. It was finally completed within more than half a month.

Taking safety issues into consideration, this time the aircraft did not cast the traceless expansion spell to expand the space. Instead, a replica space station with the effect of the expansion spell was built on the auxiliary aircraft.

One main and one auxiliary, the two aircraft are in the shape of a teardrop and can be separated into two separate aircraft at any time. The main aircraft is controlled by Dumbledore, and the auxiliary aircraft contains a group of controlled garden gnomes.

The main aircraft was built by Dumbledore, and the accessories were imitated by Professor Andrew and Professor McGonagall. Basically, no, it can really be said to be a top-notch aircraft in the wizarding world.

After consuming a large amount of precious materials and casting spells continuously for a whole day, these two iron guys possessed the most terrifying flying spell effect in the entire magical world. Theoretically, it was even enough to fly to Mars without rest and maintenance, but obviously that was not necessary for this experiment.

"Did you check the escape gear carefully, Tyler?"

"We have checked everything, professor. We have also conducted high-speed flight tests on the No. 2 aircraft. It is not damaged."

Andrew responded to Professor McGonagall's question in a low voice.

Compared to other people's expectations for the future, Professor McGonagall was more concerned about the safety of spacecraft. He could fully understand that. In other words, if it weren't for Dumbledore's insistence and the fact that they really couldn't recover the flying device well, Andrew would have been more willing to harm more garden gnomes to ensure the safety of the experiment, rather than competing with Dumbledore.

But there was really no other way. According to Dumbledore's strength and preparations, even if something unexpected happened, as long as the Dark Lord didn't cause trouble, he would always be able to land safely. At most, he would just need to drink some potion and he would be fine.

"Then," Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, a trace of helplessness on her face - it was impossible to stop a Gryffindor from taking risks. If Taylor was not a Ravenclaw, she suspected that he would have to enter the second experimental chamber.

"Well, if I don't have to leave one person behind, I'd like to try it, too."

"Then let's get started."

She said this and nodded towards Dumbledore.

"Don't be so serious, Minerva."

Dumbledore was wearing armor enchanted by alchemy and various spells. He looked fancy and shiny. Even his white beard was cleaned off for the space flight. He looked completely different. "I just went out for fun. It's just that this was a big step."

He floated up, and squeezed into the aircraft with the armor pieces that made sounds from time to time and a picture frame, and waved at Andrew and the others.

The transparent metal hatch covered the entrance like water as Dumbledore stepped in, and then turned dark blue again.

Without any shaking, just like a flying carpet, or a drop of water, the two flight capsules took off almost at the same time - the second aircraft stuck firmly to the first one, and went straight into the air, leaving the top flying broom behind.

The most advanced Firebolt can accelerate to 241 kilometers per hour, or about 150 miles, within ten seconds, but this speed is still far behind the speed of a Transfiguration metal aircraft.

It almost instantly approached the temporary supply point in the distance. Andrew watched as the space suits that looked like small black dots disappeared under the influence of the magic wand. Then, the entire aircraft turned into small black dots in mid-air.

'Without the weight of fuel, there is no need to consider speed control and fuel reserves on the return trip. Wizards' aircraft are inherently very advantageous - of course, the price is expensive materials and flying spells that don't take long, but compared to aerospace majors, the cost-effectiveness is much higher.'

He nodded and made such an evaluation.

The most important thing is safety - there is no fuel, no risk of explosion, and except for the uncertain problem of the traceless expansion spell, everything else can be easily salvaged even if the aircraft disintegrates in the air.

At an altitude of one thousand kilometers, plus a three-hour stop in between, Dumbledore will return to Earth tonight, but the specific location has to be controlled manually - Andrew simply calculated the landing point to ensure that Dumbledore can still hit the UK. This is already the highest level of aerospace calculations in the wizarding world.

"Then just wait for the message."

Andrew spread his hands and spoke to the remaining principals.

Although it is theoretically possible to use satellites or transmit electromagnetic waves for reception, Dumbledore directly rejected this sneaky plan, so for now, there is only one way to get in touch.

They all returned to the hall, where a slightly anxious wizard looked at Andrew and the others with some dissatisfaction on his face.

"Albus took my family away, little Taylor over there!"

Principal Black said so.

"What the hell, it's getting faster and faster, did you tie Dumbledore to a broom and launch him?"

"And Sirius, that prodigal son, how could he do that? How dare he bring out my portrait? That unworthy descendant!"

It was obvious that the old principal was very angry and he didn't even restrain himself in front of the other principals.

But there was no other way. This was the last means of communication within the wizarding world—portrait communication, an idea that came from Dumbledore.

(End of this chapter)