Neither Harry nor Ron realized the consequences of their action as they flew into the clouds.
Of the thousands of laws and regulations in the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy," the first one is to remain undiscovered.
"Harry, are you sure it was that House-elf who did this?"
"It had been trying to hide my wand, but luckily I found it in time."
Ron tilted the car down slightly. "Why is it doing this?"
"They said something terrible would happen at school this year, and that they'd known about it for months."
"That's it? Why shouldn't it let you go back to Hogwarts?!"
Harry scoffed, "Maybe it's just like Vincent guessed, sent by that person's loyal followers."
The Death Eaters said they had broken up, and their most loyal followers were all imprisoned in Azkaban.
But no one can guarantee whether there are any, or how many have slipped through the net.
"Never mind it for now." After seeing the direction the train was heading, Ron steered the car back into the clouds.
"Merlin —this car is absolutely fantastic!"
Vincent resolved most of the instability that frequently occurred during flight using a Magical Circuit.
That night, in order to get there as quickly as possible, the flight equipment was slightly modified.
Increase operating speed and enhance sustainability.
As long as it doesn't exceed 11,000 revolutions, it's a sky king comparable to the Rascal Rabbit.
Harry glanced at the tachometer.
Nine thousand revolutions, safe.
When the train arrived at the station, all four Weasley family children rushed out immediately.
"First-year students, over here!" Hagrid, carrying a lantern, was waiting early as in previous years.
"Ginny, you go ahead." Percy turned to look at Fred and George, who were running towards the path.
"You must hurry!"
He then entered Prefect mode and began to systematically assemble the Gryffindor students.
First-year students have to recreate the arduous experiences of the four Founders, which involves not only traveling by small boat but also hiking mountain roads.
From the second grade onwards, students traveled by horse-drawn carriage.
The literal meaning of the carriage is that it has a lantern hanging on each side.
But Vincent saw "horses," and a large herd of them.
Although it is tall, it is so thin that its ribs are clearly visible.
It is entirely black, with a dragon's head and a horse's body.
On his skin-and-bones back, there was a pair of broad bat wings.
"So this is the Thestral."
Hermione saw him staring at the air in front of a carriage, beginning to recall the description of Thestral.
This is a creature that can only be seen by those who have witnessed death.
It is said that they bring all sorts of terrible disasters to those who see them.
What exactly happened to you during the summer vacation?
Vincent cautiously extended his hand. "I've seen how Gu Gu eats little field mice, maybe that's why."
"Oh." Hermione lowered her head thoughtfully.
The definition of death in the Wizarding World is certainly not as simple as that of a little field mouse.
The death that Vincent witnessed was his own.
Perhaps for this reason, Thestral did not resist his caresses.
"Gu Gu!"
Are you jealous?
The Gu Gu in his arms turned its face away.
After Percy finished counting the number of people, he shouted impatiently, "Alright, four people per carriage, hurry up and get on!"
Vincent gently patted Thestral's smooth forehead. "Perhaps we can solve this in a different way."
Hermione caught Gu Gu in a daze, then saw him stretch out his leg and sit as if he were sitting on thin air.
Neville and James both rubbed their eyes.
"Am I dreaming?" Alfred was clearly shocked. "You can actually ride on it!"
"Perhaps they were attracted by my charm?" Vincent smiled and shook his head. "Just kidding, hurry up and come on up."
The carriage can seat four people, which is just right.
With a pair of unseen large wings unfolding, the Thestral took to the sky first.
Draco, who had just sat down, stared wide-eyed.
He would never forget that figure suspended in mid-air under the night sky.
"It's Wayne!" Crabbe gritted his teeth. "Isn't he afraid of being thrown off?"
"He's not afraid of Furaikan," Goyle said dismissively. "But no matter how brave he is, it's questionable whether he can graduate safely."
Hehehe—
Draco listened to their laughter, but he felt no joy at all.
How many times has this happened?
Every time it attracts so much attention, and every time it brings new surprises.
"Shut up, he did it on purpose."
There were quite a few students who just saw the flying car.
Is it exciting? Is it amazing?
Flying on Thestral?
What if we wanted something even more exciting?
"Shit, isn't he afraid of getting fired?"
Draco sneered, "Wayne is just like Potter, he even has some international background."
Unless Fudge has lost his mind, he would definitely stop the Hogwarts School Board Member from making their decision.
"His happiness won't last long."
Crabbe and Goyle cursed a few times, then suddenly they both started grinning maliciously.
Judging from Draco's determined expression, they all believed that this year would not be as frustrating as last year.
On the contrary, most students have actually started to take it for granted.
Their carriage followed behind, and at first you could still vaguely see their backs.
They had completely disappeared by the time they approached Black Lake.
Ginny and Luna, sitting on the same boat, looked up and gazed for a long time in the direction the carriage had sped past.
They all recognized Vincent.
"See? Wherever he is, something truly magical is bound to happen."
"Yes, you're right."
Ginny was about to introduce Vincent to the two new girls on the same ship when she suddenly caught a glimpse of another object speeding past out of the corner of her eye.
Although it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, she recognized that it was her own.
Light blue, Ford Anglia that can fly.
"How dare he fly like that with Harry in his arms!"
Luna reached out her little hand and pulled Ginny, who had excitedly stood up, back down to sit.
"It will fall." A flicker of emotion crossed her calm eyes.
"We're doomed, we're doomed—" Ginny cried out in despair, clutching her head with both hands. "That big idiot Ron is driving so fast, Fred and George will never make it."
"Isn't there still Wayne?"
"What did you say?" She stared blankly at Luna.
Is he the kind of person who likes to be high-profile and show off?
"No, he must not be."
Luna's large, silver eyes flickered slightly. "Have you seen the episode where my dad interviewed him?"
"I've seen it; it's about the Sorcerer's Stone."
Her voice was very calm. "My father believed that the Sorcerer's Stone had not been destroyed, and that he and Nicolas Flamel had fooled Dumbledore."
The content was very turbulent, and even frightened Ginny.
What are the benefits of doing this?
"I don't know, my dad didn't say."
Compared to Luna's speculations, Ginny was more concerned about whether Harry would be punished.
The twins have the Order of Merlin bonus, so all they need to do is get back to the castle quickly and take the blame for them.
But what exactly does Vincent, who is ahead of the curve, want to do?