Research Team

"All right, children, we've arrived." An elegant lady with a strong German accent stepped off Flight BA097, leading a group of young men and women around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in old-fashioned, archaic clothing.

"This is the Muggles' airport," the elegant lady said blandly. "As you know, Muggles have no magical talent and cannot use magic. Naturally, they cannot use Flying Broomsticks, the Floo Network, or Apparition for long-distance travel. So they invented airplanes. It takes three hours of extremely uncomfortable flying to get from Germany to London in the United Kingdom. Hmm. I hear it is considered a very advanced means of transportation, at least among ordinary Muggles."

"Oh, my back. This is truly torture." A tall, handsome young man spoke rapidly in German, unable to conceal the disgust and panic on his face. He seemed intensely resistant and wary of the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, and could only hide it behind contempt and arrogance.

The other young men and women followed with polite, restrained, yet haughty chuckles, expressing their support for the handsome boy.

"Hawkes Christoph," the elegant lady said coolly. "The Great Leader once told me that knowing poisonous weeds is equivalent to finding a good medicine; seeing an enemy clearly is equivalent to finding a teacher. Underestimating our enemies can be fatal."

"Yes, Madam Rosier. I was rash. My deepest apologies." The tall, handsome young man—Hawkes Christoph—seemed very afraid of the slender, delicate lady before him, who was shorter than he was, and apologized timidly.

"The reason the Great Leader had us travel here using Muggle transportation was so that we could gain a deeper understanding of Muggle life, Muggle economics, and most importantly, Muggle technology," Vinda Rosier continued lecturing. "Otherwise, the Great Leader would only need a gentle push to open a dazzling Gate