From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

William continued to persuade them, his hands never stopping as he cast defensive spells around them. "The plane landed relatively smoothly and didn't stall significantly."

"But we still need to be careful, we can already see the ground!"

"Notice!"

William stared quietly at the ground, estimating the plane's speed. Thanks to the training he received from flying broomsticks, he now judged that it was still somewhat within reach.

"Perfect speed."

"It landed smoothly."

As the plane made smooth contact with the ground, William relaxed, and his two colleagues also breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, we weren't needed yet. These guys were lucky enough to have their memories protected from our clumsy forgetting spell."

"Exactly, exactly, if I really had to cast that many Oblivion Spells, I'd go crazy."

The two were joking around when the announcement came on again, and the temporary captain's voice came through: "Have a pleasant journey, everyone, and another bottle of vodka, please!"

Then the announcement switched to the normal landing announcement, and the passengers, as if nothing had happened, smiled and unbuckled their seatbelts, and began to disembark in an orderly manner under guidance.

'Don't these people realize how far removed they are from their own memories?'

William grumbled as he glanced at the captain beside him—good heavens, in such terrible conditions, he didn't vomit a single drop…

"Hey, where are the passengers over here? Did they get off?"

The flight attendant's voice came through, making William realize that he and his group were still under the effect of the Disillusionment spell.

"Go check up ahead. These three passengers over there have also been drinking. We were thinking they might get along well with the captain, but it turns out our captain hasn't woken up the whole way..."

How did you know you'd been drinking?

“They notified us before we came up—and besides, weren’t they just talking nonsense over there?”

……

Having spent so much time in the magical world, I've really forgotten...

However, I suspect that's why they arranged this identity for them...

Nonsense... I'm speechless...

Chapter 245 Cordosdorez

"This is the Far East."

"It feels even more chaotic than London... I don't understand the Muggle world..."

Listening to his two friends' complaints, William's only feeling was exhaustion.

Didn't these two read any travel guides? This should be basic preparation...

However, upon closer examination of their professional achievements, William can understand – without focus, it's impossible to become an outstanding figure in any field.

Both Adams and Singed have moved beyond learning cutting-edge industry knowledge to creating and discovering new cutting-edge theories; they are prominent figures even on international magic forums.

As for him, he had only barely mastered a portion of self-defense magic. His dark magic was so-so, and his defensive magic was passable. He was by no means a top talent.

He's just someone who's become a good doctor through long illness, and the educational theories he learned from later generations barely qualify him as a qualified professor. He still has a lot to work on in the future.

"Alright, keep your voice down. There's not much room for concealment here. Don't act strangely. The secrecy laws are okay in China, but they're much stricter here."

William gently advised his two friends, "They've just gone through a huge upheaval here, and they don't like outsiders pointing fingers at them in this situation. Try not to upset them."

“Alright, whatever you say, William.” Adams stopped looking around curiously. “Shall we go to the herbalist shop over there first?”

"Hmm, I wouldn't say that, would I?"

William thought for a moment, “This place is much bigger than England. Although there is a Floo network, it is actually divided into two parts, east and west. There are many wastelands in the middle, which are all no-man’s lands—of course, I mean the wizarding no-man’s lands.”

William replied while carefully recalling the information he had gathered along the way, "Whether wizards or Muggles, they are all social beings, and the wizards here tend to stick together quite a lot."

"The two wizarding networks are too far apart to cross, requiring a key or other means of transportation. One side specializes in finished products, such as magic carpets, flying brooms, cauldrons, and finished potions. The other side, because the magical creature reserve is quite large, has a large raw material market where wand wood, wand cores, processed herbs, potion ingredients, and even some magical creature cubs are for sale..."

William spoke slowly as he recalled, allowing Adams and the others enough time to hear every word.

"Fantastic Beast hatchlings? Which one isn't illegal?"

“Ah…” William paused, his face turning slightly red—he habitually blurted out all his knowledge, “That’s a black market transaction; even the market itself is illegal.”

"Can we go take a look?"

Singed didn't care, but he was very interested in the magical creature cub.

“It’s better not to. The economy here is tight, even the Ministry of Magic is short of money. The black market used to be very safe, but now, with the economic situation, people are desperate…” He trailed off, then quickly corrected himself, “Ahem, what I mean is, those guys here who are like ‘strikers’ might not follow the rules.”

"How did it manage to drive on?"

"Usually, breaking the rules only results in a small Galleon charge, but if we get caught, Professor McGonagall will probably send a Howl letter..."

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's name, the three professors on vacation simultaneously stopped their discussion of the black market and began examining the building before them.

What kind of building is that?

"Square...I don't recognize that word..."

William examined it closely but couldn't recognize it. In any case, this was his first time here in both his lives combined, and he didn't understand Russian at all. If the buildings here couldn't be compared with the pictures he had seen, then he could only apologize.

"I don't know him either."

Adams shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. The person with the highest achievement in alchemy right now is Nicolas Flamel, so I’m better at French. As for Russian…” Singed spread his hands, indicating that he couldn’t help.

"Who cares, as long as it's a square, let's go for a stroll and get a feel for the atmosphere. Then we'll head to Mule Street. We're carrying packages and can't use our door keys, so let's see how we get to the market there."

"Hey, wait a minute, didn't we say we'd go to the herbal medicine shop first when we got off the plane?"

“Yeah—” William covered his head, trying to hide it for a long time, but he was still discovered…

There's no way around it. Smuggling is a matter of memory. Whether it's actually done or not, it's normal for some deviations to occur—Adams, you weren't this harsh before!

"How about we go to the finished product store first? To see the flying carpet?"

The two started talking on completely different topics, but somehow the conversation eventually came back to the point.

“Okay, let’s find a place to stay first, and then explore the market here. I’ll take this opportunity to contact some acquaintances and see if they can take us to the place of origin, so we can broaden our horizons.”

William quickly changed his plans—since his two teammates didn't seem to be planning a route anyway, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to change them now.

"Let's stroll around the square now, I find this place quite interesting..."

“That makes sense, and some of the Muggle machines here look…” Singed echoed Adams, “very powerful, not too complex, and they’ve given me new inspiration.”

You two are even less reliable than me... You just do whatever comes to mind...

-

A dozen minutes later, they had explored half of the small square.

"The economy is indeed not good... It feels like... that mysterious person is wreaking havoc on the magical world..." Adams said, looking at the benches in the square. "I believe that in good times, there wouldn't be so many homeless people on these benches."

“It’s probably not just Muggles, the wizards here aren’t doing too well either…” Singed also expressed his opinion, “Recently, there were restrictions on the export of various magical materials from here, so the wizards’ lives aren’t much better… They can’t conjure food with their wands.”

...

Can we please not mention restricting departure from the country...?

When William thought of this, he thought of Azkaban—that disease was incurable.

"Let's go check over there, but things haven't improved... it's just that there are a lot of people there..."

Adams shook his head. "We've come this far, and it's rare to hear laughter."

The three of them were not in high spirits. They felt a sense of shared sorrow and sympathy for their fellow creatures, and seeing a group of homeless people made them unable to feel happy.

Unfortunately, they didn't even have time to exchange currency after they arrived, so they couldn't give them Galleons or anything like that. William only managed to exchange some pounds, which was a small amount of help he could offer.

Although neither of them were interested, Adams still dragged the two of them towards the crowd.

When the three people surrounded him, they realized that it was a street magician performing magic tricks.

“We’re out of money, Adams.”

William whispered a reminder to him that the economy here was bad, and even a down-on-his-luck street magician could only put on a show for half a day without the three of them having anything to show for it.

“Let’s see first,” Adams whispered in response. “It looks like magic. I’ve seen it once before in Muggle society, and I thought someone had broken the Secret Law!”

"Fine, it's up to you..."

William couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he had no choice but to let him—at worst, he'd hand over his most prized possessions later.

He had a gold button on his clothes, a life-saving measure taught to him by Azkaban prisoners—if he was hiding in some remote place from the battering squad and couldn't understand a word, using a little gold to get help from Muggles was the most reasonable thing to do.

It won't arouse greed because there's too much of it, nor will it be rejected because there's too little. More importantly, there are no traces of magic, so even if the attackers want to investigate, they won't find any evidence.

The black market is thriving here, and replacing a gold button is no big deal—there are plenty of people willing to trade gold for Galleons.

Welcome, new friend!

The magician, seeing the three new spectators dressed as tourists, greeted them in English, then took off his hat and bowed.

As he stood up, he casually pulled a rabbit out of his hat.

"Wow, look at that! It's like real magic!"

Adams praised, clapping his hands. "William, I told you, they're just like wizards!"

William couldn't help but admire it. Over the years, because of his love for magic, he had never read a book on the principles of magic, which meant that even though he was now quite good at magic, he still found it amazing.

But what's with the sound of people swallowing around them?

The magician probably realized something was wrong, so he casually slapped the rabbit back into his hat and then reached in and pulled out a pigeon.

Why is the sound of swallowing saliva clearer?

William was still wondering what was going on when the other person was already trying to put the pigeon back into the hat, but the pigeon seemed to have a bad temper, cooing and refusing to go back.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughter erupted from the crowd, which angered the magician, who grabbed the pigeon and stuffed it into his mouth with great effort.

After a long while, the pigeon was stuffed inside. The magician wiped his sweat with one hand and put his hat on with the other—but he quickly made a pained expression and took a rose out of his head.

"That's fantastic! I bet this skill could get you a living among wizards, Singed—hurry up!"

Adams lavished praise on Singed while extending his hand, to which Singed rolled his eyes. "This is the last time. Here are the ingredients, here are the ingredients!"