Fred scratched his head, his brows knitting slightly as he muttered under his breath, "So this fighter jet has that many restrictions!"
"Tell me about it!" George nodded in agreement. "It feels just like the car Dad keeps at home."
"They are somewhat similar," Wizet said. "As far as the severity of the penalties goes, I remember the Magically Modified Muggle Artefacts Ownership Act saying..."
"For wizards who modify and use Muggle items, not only will the modified Muggle items be confiscated, but the wizard who modified them will also be fined..."
"They might even be thrown into Azkaban..." Fred added dryly.
Arthur Weasley's position at the Ministry of Magic was Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.
As Arthur Weasley's sons, Fred and George liked tinkering with all sorts of magical devices and prank items, so they were quite familiar with the relevant laws.
George froze slightly and instinctively swallowed. "What if Mum finds out about this..."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, then spread their hands almost simultaneously, putting on an unconcerned air.
Their expressions were exaggerated, carrying a hint of deliberate resignation as they lamented in unison, "Then we're definitely finished!"
Fred and George had not deliberately lowered their voices. Whether it was Wizet sitting beside them or Luna and Ginny, who had been chatting, they heard every word clearly.
Ginny and Luna both leaned forward, their gazes falling on Fred and George. Like Wizet, they were struggling not to laugh.
For the carefree Fred and George, the words "Mum finds out" were obviously far more intimidating than the consequence of "the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will carry out the punishment."
England and France were separated by only a narrow stretch of sea, so the flight did not last long—just around an hour.
Perhaps