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"Don't worry, there's still time!"

In the car, Herb tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, staring straight at the crowded road ahead as he softly reassured his son in the back seat.

There was actually a traffic jam in the morning, causing them to waste an hour on the road.

"I'm not worried."

Albert turned to look at Nia, who was covering a yawn with her hand, and suggested, "If you're tired, take a nap first."

"If you're tired, have something to eat. We'll be at King's Cross Station soon."

Daisy, sitting in the passenger seat, handed back a bag of sweets and reminded them, "Don't stay up late in the future. It's bad for your skin, and people your age are prone to breakouts when they don't get enough sleep."

"Here."

With a salty sweet in his mouth, Albert tore open another one and held it to Nia's lips.

"Thanks."

She took the sweet into her mouth, leaned her head against Albert's shoulder, and mumbled, "I never thought wizards could get stuck in traffic too."

"Wizards who can't use magic are really no different from ordinary people."

Albert opened another packet of owl nuts, took one out, and fed it to Shira, who was resting with her eyes closed in the cage. His gaze casually swept over two dark green shadows flashing past outside the window.

"What's that?"

Albert opened the window and watched the old-fashioned dark green cars weaving recklessly through traffic like the Knight Bus, a slight frown appearing on his face.

"What is it? Is there something outside?"

Nia paused, looking at Albert in confusion as he stared out the window.

"Two Ministry of Magic cars."

"Wizards use cars too?" Daisy's tone was slightly strange. "I thought all wizards used flying carpets."

"Are you sure?