From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Don't worry, you can leave your bags on the border—nothing has ever been stolen here!"

The border officer's excessive enthusiasm made William truly realize just how important the position of Hogwarts professor really was.

'I can't let the parents down; I need to work even harder next school year!!!'

Chapter 244 Tales of the Far East

"Are three Hogwarts professors coming to visit?"

"Welcome, welcome, of course you're welcome. I'll go and apply for access to the door key right away."

"By the way, this is a list of magical creatures that are prohibited from being brought in or out of the country. Please read it carefully during this time."

"Yes, yes, of course, there will be no search, no search, and no need to store it at Gringotts. Just sign this commitment letter."

"You also need to carry a bag of invisible expansion charms, so you don't want to use a door key?"

"It's not a big problem. I'll go back and write a report. It'll be fine in half a day."

"Everything's settled, professors. Have a pleasant journey. By the way, please note that large, seamless expansion spells capable of holding living beings are strictly prohibited. Your cooperation is appreciated."

-

"William, what's with that look on your face?"

Adams asked curiously, sitting next to William.

"It's nothing, I just need some time to calm down..."

William glanced at Adams beside him, then looked out the window, a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

To be honest, there's a strong sense of incongruity—the three wizards were arranged to travel by plane…

Although having airplanes is normal in this day and age, it still feels strangely out of place.

The wizard from Russia was very enthusiastic. After learning that they were professors, he gave them the green light in all kinds of approvals and sent the three of them directly onto the plane through the Ministry of Magic's channels.

'That's outrageous! They even passed through airport security with ease... They didn't even do anything to prevent smuggling...'

Recalling the difficulties of crossing the border, William was momentarily at a loss for words.

Flying directly to the destination would be fine.

'The only thing missing is that the Hogwarts Express will be converted into an airplane... But the Knight Bus would be nice too, having more of them would be more convenient... I just don't know if the Ministry of Magic will allocate funds for it...'

"What are you thinking about, William?"

Adams looked around with a smug grin; his adventurous spirit hadn't worn off yet.

"Hmm, I'm thinking about the registration procedures after we get there—have you ever been to the Far East before?"

"No, I've been taking care of those herbs during the summer vacation, I haven't had time to be away for so long—"

Speaking of this, a hint of regret appeared on Adams' excited face. "We didn't need to look after the greenhouse much this year. The mandrake ruined everything."

"Relax, you did save quite a few students, didn't you?"

William still remembered the desolation of the greenhouse back then, and nodded with a sigh, "That little thing was terrifying."

“That’s right. Luckily, Professor Sprout isn’t planning to raise them this year and has left some seeds,” Adams tilted his head back slightly. “The school’s greenhouse was originally well-designated as a dangerous zone, but with those little things added, it’s not enough—even the Devil’s Net can be driven crazy by the noise, even from a distance and with glass walls in between!”

"We definitely need to submit a report next year to build a new soundproof greenhouse, otherwise the seeds will have to be stored indefinitely. This year's greenhouse is a complete mess..."

"Yes, it's such a pity that there were so many kinds of herbs..."

William echoed, expressing his regret as a former potion maker that the herbs had withered before they could be made into potions.

"Hey, you two, it's summer vacation. Stop worrying about work all the time. Why don't you take a look at this giant artifact under your feet?"

As Singed looked around at the decorations, he interrupted the two, "Do you think it's possible to get one to Hogwarts if I submit a report to Professor McGonagall requesting the purchase of one?"

"Bring it to the school? Are you crazy? This thing is almost half the height of a castle. Are you planning to claim a piece of land outside the castle?"

Adams was quite serious. "Besides, most things that are used by Muggles at Hogwarts will malfunction. Something this big would probably just be a pile of scrap metal at Hogwarts. Do you really want to buy it and have Professor McGonagall use it as a giant transforming toy?"

"It's not like it can't be changed. The radio has already been modified, and we're currently researching how to use the telephone within Hogwarts—then we can extend it to the entire wizarding world."

Um, Singed, isn't the difference between a telephone and an airplane a bit too big...?

William had just internally made this thought when he suddenly realized he hadn't completely ruled out the possibility that they might have managed to get a plane to Hogwarts...

'Am I going crazy?'

But before that thought could even cross his mind, Adams steered the conversation in an absurd direction again, "Speaking of the phone, do you remember that Forbidden Forest vehicle? Didn't you guys study it? Didn't you get any inspiration at all?"

"A vehicle from the Forbidden Forest?"

William was taken aback for a moment, then asked directly—he hadn't heard any related news last year.

"That's the car Harry and the others flew to school in, right?"

Adams gestured with his hand to illustrate, "It's the one Arthur Weasley modified. Weren't you having it reviewed by the Board of Trustees? —Didn't I tell you?"

"No, what happened to the car?"

“It was captured, studied, and then released back into the Forbidden Forest,” Singed said, touching his hair which had grown back. “It’s a very special being. It’s a combination of alchemy and ordinary spells, plus some luck. It’s basically half a living being. Dumbledore thought it could live freely in the Forbidden Forest, so we didn’t drive it away.”

Don't release just anything into the forbidden forest!

However, Singed had no remorse for releasing something he shouldn't have. He shook his head and said, "I even talked to Arthur Weasley and got the blueprints for its modification, but they're not very replicable and won't be of much help in the magical adaptation of electronic products—to be honest, Muggle electronic products have been developing faster and faster in recent years, we need to catch up."

"Excuse me, may I bother you for a moment?"

A gentle voice interrupted the three's conversation, and William's wand, which hadn't been loosened, was now pointed directly at the newcomer.

She was a flight attendant, and behind her were two other flight attendants and a drunk man being helped.

"I'm sorry, sir," the flight attendant apologized in fluent English, "the captain is too drunk, we dare not let him stay in the cabin, could he stay with you?"

“Of course,” Singed, on the far right, readily agreed. “They’re just across the aisle from us.”

"Thank you. Would you like some vodka? It's just as good as British vodka."

Put down that drunk captain.

"Just a little bit, please."

-

'A completely new experience…'

William looked at the vodka and couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder it's Russian airline..."

Wait!

He suddenly realized something was wrong. "You guys think the captain wasn't drinking alone?"

"What does it matter, William?"

Singed expressed his dissatisfaction with the vodka, but still drank a small glass. "I've ridden a flying broomstick when I was drunk, and although I accidentally broke my leg, I fixed it with a spell."

That's even more wrong!

But it's no use saying anything now; the plane has already taken off. If he tries anything, he'll become a criminal who plots against the plane.

'The wand is here, the flying broom is here…'

'The potion is here too…'

'It might sound like I'm jinxing it, but if something really happens, at least I can save everyone I can see around here…'

'Hopefully, the captain who took over won't have any problems...'

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending. There is currently a heavy rainstorm over Moscow. Please remain in your seats..."

Hey!

William almost cursed out loud.

The sudden announcement over the airplane's public address system completely stunned him.

"Wake up, Adams, Singed."

He whispered to his two companions, then took out the hangover medicine Adams had given him from his pocket and handed it over.

"Take out your wand. It's not a good day. We need to be careful. If anything goes wrong, we'll have to save people."

He gripped his wand and began to plan how to use Oblivion next.

"Fortunately, after hearing that the person was the captain, I made some preparations, so at least I wasn't caught off guard."

"Heavy rain—that's really bad news."

Adams gripped his wand. "Looks like the Ministry of Magic here will have to work overtime..."

“I remember I have some magic carpets that I tried to make before, but unfortunately they weren’t very successful. They’re still usable though.” Singed wiped his face and took out his wand.

"Sit down. You three intoxicated passengers over there, please fasten your seatbelts!"

The flight attendant called out loudly from afar, which forced William to pull the two of them to sit down first, and then cast the Disillusionment Charm on everyone.

"Stand firm, don't let the bumps hurt you,"

William whispered a reminder, then looked around at the windows—honestly, breaking the windows now wouldn't violate the secrecy law, would it?

"I'm going to forget everything in a moment, but I don't think I can handle it."

He smiled as he spoke to his two colleagues, though he was a little nervous inside.

Just then, the announcement came on again: "Relax, everyone, this is the captain of this unit, this is a minor incident!"

Along with the broadcast, there were also sounds of swallowing, like someone was drinking…

'No way?'

A bold guess popped into William's mind, and he cast the Ironclad Charm and the Bubble Charm on the three of them—not because he didn't trust them, but because William knew very well how terrible his two teammates' magical self-defense spells were…

"Theoretically, the impact from the Ironclad Charm shouldn't cause too much damage. If the plane really goes out of control, I'll try to slow its descent with the Levitation Charm. You two smash that side open, and then we'll use the Bubble Charm to rescue people."

Now was not a good time to discuss solutions, so William went straight to what he had figured out—he simply couldn't find a more effective solution for the time being.

"no problem,"

"I'm fine with that too. By the way, should I use the Levitation Charm on myself to slow down?"

"No, be careful not to crash into the plane. The Ironclad Charm is enough."