"We can provide three sets of Muggle spacesuits in midair, but we can't bring them to Hogwarts. They have electrical systems that Hogwarts would disrupt, so you'll need to veer off to collect them."
"These are oxygen-generating candles. Hogwarts should have some, but I prepared them anyway."
"This is the fluid food we managed to get. In theory, you won't need to eat, but we prepared it just in case."
Headmaster Vladislav loaded Dumbledore down with bags of supplies. The spacesuits, the most easily damaged items, were floating overhead, though given their current preparations, they shouldn't be needed.
Yes, everything was ready. Nearly everyone wore a smile full of hope, as though they had been eager to send Dumbledore into space for ages.
The unnamed potion Beauxbatons had sent over to stabilize blood had been brewed and tested. Both the formula and its effects checked out.
The spell Durmstrang had dug up presented no problems either. Dumbledore needed only a little time to master it.
The rest—parachutes, alchemy respirators, anti-radiation potions, and all manner of other supplies—had been packed in abundance. Dumbledore kept some of them on his person; everything else was piled beside the aircraft, which now sat in a clearing near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.
Built from the strongest materials they had found, reinforced with layer upon layer of Transfiguration, and even fitted with a shell made partly from materials taken from a Dumbledore-style reactor, the experimental aircraft had finally been completed after more than half a month.
For safety's sake, they had not applied the Untraceable Extension Charm throughout the aircraft. Instead, they had built an imitation space station with an expanded interior into the auxiliary craft.
The two teardrop-shaped aircraft, one primary and one auxiliary, could separate at any time. Dumbledore would pilot the primary