The cruise ship did not stop in the Mediterranean Sea. It soon passed through the Strait of Gibraltar and returned to the North Sea.
Two days later, amid the cruise ship's long whistle, Vaughn, Dumbledore, and everyone traveling with them stepped onto the deck. Breathing in the heavy moisture of the overcast weather, they watched as a city standing by the sea gradually emerged over the horizon.
That was London!
As the cruise ship caught sight of London in the distance, at The Burrow, Molly waved a feather duster and called everyone out.
"Percy, darling, leave your little room and desk. You need some sun. Merlin, I can smell the mildew from the doorway!"
"Fred! George! You two troublemakers, put down whatever you're researching. Stop fiddling with those strange materials—and those sticky cauldrons of yours. Now, go take a bath immediately and scrub off those symbols you painted on yourselves, along with that horrible smell!"
"Ron, get up—I've had enough of your laziness and playing around. Were you lying in bed reading Muggle storybooks again last night? How many times have I told you to sleep properly and not stay up late? Why won't you listen? It seems I need to warn you—"
"Vanish!"
As the spell fell, Ron's despairing cry echoed through The Burrow.
In the room, Harry shrank back as he watched the Muggle storybook he had given Ron vanish from Ron's hands at Molly's spell.
He recognized that spell. Vaughn had demonstrated it in front of him before and even explained the principle—in Muggle scientific terms.
So Harry understood it, which made him especially frightened.
After all, who wanted to be broken down into atoms?
Fortunately, Molly's feather duster was not pointed at him. She remained warm and kind toward him. "Oh, Harry, did you not rest