The ship had already used its built-in Apparition ability to teleport near the Floating City. Now, still some distance away, it was slowly heading toward it—to avoid errors caused by the Floating City's constant movement, these ships were not allowed to Apparate directly to their berths in one step. Instead, they had to move to the airspace nearby, leaving enough safe margin between both sides.
In terms of sheer scale, it was already much larger than many small towns in the United Kingdom, but it still could not compare to a major city like London. Aside from those tall towers, only Ravenclaw Temple had any real scale to speak of. But unlike every Muggle city, this one flew in the sky.
The full view of the Floating City came into sight before the Dursleys. The enormous thing was ablaze with lights, like a brilliant fortress of lamps suspended in midair. Dragons patrolled the sky, and many large and small Floating Airships of various colors sailed in orderly fashion into a harbor.
"She never told us about any of this..."
Petunia's eyes were filled with the city as she murmured to herself. She slowly reached out, as if by doing so she could touch this world that was even more wondrous and beautiful than what she had learned from her sister and imagined for herself, but her fingers touched only cold Glass. That brought Petunia back to herself a little. She sighed, raised her thin, withered hand, and unconsciously touched the wrinkles on her face.
Beside her, Vernon's face had flushed red, and he was wheezing heavily. He clenched his fat hands. He had always believed these wizards were a bunch of backward savages who loved feudal superstition, freaks, most of them likely living on welfare. But now, a city floating