"Hey, Dumbledore, do you know this kind of magic?" Kayson suddenly remembered something and handed Dumbledore both the trident in his hand and the monocle clipped above his eye socket.
Dumbledore held the monocle in one hand, examined the trident, and shook his head. "You can't expect an old man to know every kind of magic in the world."
"Fine. I was hoping to take a shortcut." Kayson helplessly put the lens back on and stored the trident away again. His little upgrade plan would have to wait until the current business was finished—at least until after they returned from Romania.
Dumbledore took Harry aside for a few words before returning to Hogwarts. With the adults gone, today once again became the youngsters' domain.
"...I still want to go to the beach," Sirius suggested.
"No problem, as long as you don't take Harry off to do any nonsense," Lupin said sternly.
"Oh, of course, of course. What do you all take me for, honestly?" Sirius said as he pushed Harry out of the room by the shoulders.
"And you?" With two more people gone, Lupin turned to Kayson and asked.
"This hotel has a bar, right?" Kayson suggested.
"Mm... let's go!" Lupin fell silent for a moment, then decisively agreed.
Early the next morning...
All four of them got up early. After checking out, they headed for a deserted little grove on Sicily.
"Are we really taking that wooden little plane again? I think flying brooms, regular planes, or trains would all be better. At least they wouldn't get struck by lightning," Harry said, still somewhat shaken.
"But the facts proved that my plane only lost two propellers. That's already very safe. Besides, security checks are a problem nowadays. You wouldn't want to explain to security personnel where that