The Seaside Shack from Before

In London, a white car sped smoothly down the empty streets. For a full two hours, the people inside did not feel a single bump or jolt.

Even on the busiest main roads, the ride was as steady as sitting in their own living room.

The Dursleys in the back seat had even completely forgotten the fear and panic they had felt when leaving home. They stared in disbelief at the old wizard in the driver's seat.

No matter what, they could not believe that an old wizard who had never touched a car before possessed such superb driving skills.

"This isn't difficult, is it?" Dedalus said without looking back. "Much easier than Apparition or riding a broomstick—at least, that's what I think."

The moment he heard the words Apparition and broomstick, things that clearly did not belong in normal life, Vernon Dursley's expression immediately darkened.

The compliment he had been about to give was swallowed back down. He let out a heavy snort, as though he had seen some filthy, disgusting thing.

Silvan sat in the passenger seat, watching Dedalus beside him in confusion.

Another half hour passed before he finally could not help asking, "Why aren't we Apparating or using a Portkey? If I remember correctly, we left Little Whinging's boundaries two hours ago."

"That's true." Dedalus nodded. "But considering that our task this time is to escort the Dursleys away, and that their attitude toward magic isn't particularly friendly, it's better to use a method they can accept more easily."

"How much longer are we going to drive?" Silvan asked with a frown. He was getting a little bored.

He had thought the job would be over quickly, but it had dragged on for so long.

He only had this kind of patience for a two-and-a-half-hour car