With a loud bang, Harry swiftly stuffed the magazine clipped inside the Alchemy journal back into Sirius's arms, while Kayson blankly looked up through the little glass window above at the two missing propellers.
"What do we do now?" Lupin asked. "Can it still fly without propellers?"
Kayson stroked his chin. "Hmm... no."
"But those big Muggle airplanes can fly without propellers, can't they?" Sirius leaned over and asked.
"Who knows? Maybe their engines are stuffed full of balloons?" Kayson snarked as he adjusted the control console and gripped the controls.
Even though this little plane had very short wings, he figured it should still be able to glide for a while.
"What are you doing?" Sirius leaned his head over again.
"I'm figuring this thing might be able to glide us to the Netherlands."
Harry blinked. "Why do I feel like that isn't very safe?"
"Harry, please say less and have faith in it." Kayson hurriedly corrected Harry's inappropriate remark. The plane was seriously injured right now, so they had to coax it along. They absolutely could not say things like it was useless.
After all, a plane in this state was not only physically fragile, but mentally fragile too. Say the word "broken" around it, and it really might break for you.
"Oh, I was just wondering, Professor. Can a plane without wings still glide?" Harry asked.
"Isn't that obvious? A plane without wings obviously can't glide." The moment Kayson finished speaking, the previously steady cabin suddenly plunged straight down, practically dragged vertically toward the ground by Sir Newton's power.
"??? What's going on?"
He instinctively turned to look around, only to see that the plane's two wings had vanished at some point. The fact that it had maintained a gliding posture until now had truly been nothing