Mischief

"Ladies and gentlemen, incredible as it may seem, I have to tell you that five minutes ago, this place was still nothing but ruins!"

Amid the deafening roar of the helicopter, Frost, the renowned BBC presenter, had to raise his voice. Combined with the powerful airflow from the helicopter, it left the nearly sixty-year-old man slightly out of breath.

But he felt no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

He had fought hard for this field assignment and even called in a few personal favors to get it.

Even though he had interviewed several Prime Ministers of the United Kingdom and even the President of the United States, his keen instincts told him that this assignment would bring his career as a presenter to unprecedented heights!

Especially when a magnificent castle suddenly appeared before his eyes beneath the sunlight, he had been so excited that he thought his heart condition was about to act up!

"I know this is difficult for you to believe, but... ladies and gentlemen, it is the truth!"

Before boarding the helicopter, even after receiving the materials supposedly provided by the government, Frost had not believed it either.

But after seeing the majestic castle with his own eyes, as well as the flashes of light that periodically erupted from it, he hurriedly patted the seat in front of him, signaling for the pilot to speed up.

"If possible, I suggest we maintain our current altitude. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee what sort of accidents might occur."

Bersted, the helicopter's other passenger, suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?" Frost froze for a moment.

"It means that if you ignore the warning and get too close to Hogwarts, the helicopter's electronic components may be damaged and malfunction," Bersted patiently explained.

After all, although Tver had removed many of the spells, that did not