Scenery on the Plane

Got it.

There was no surprise, no questions, not even any extra emotion. The reply was extremely brief, yet it seemed to contain a powerful sense of confidence and control.

Michael froze for a moment, then let out a long breath.

That's right. Wade wasn't as careless as Neville and Harry. If I'd noticed it, how could he possibly have missed it?

The level Wade operated on and the situations he had to face were far more complicated than Michael had imagined. If he had been careless, he might have been dead long ago.

Not to mention that Alastor Moody, whose very bones were steeped in vigilance, was at his side...

But if the same thing happened again, Michael would still send that message.

Even if ninety-nine out of a hundred reminders were unnecessary, as long as one of them proved useful, all one hundred would have been worthwhile.

Michael pushed his faint worry back into the depths of his heart, picked up his backpack, and silently followed his parents.

There were far more passengers in economy class, and the line was long. Michael looked up at the people ahead of him, then frowned again—

It turned out that not only first class, but even economy class had a frighteningly high proportion of young passengers, most of them strong, able-bodied men.

He saw only three or four elderly people, one disabled person using a cane, and women and children... excluding their group of wizards, there were pitifully few.

What was going on? Had the Muggles organized some huge event aimed only at young and middle-aged men?

Michael's fingers twitched. He wanted to send Wade another message, but when he glanced back at the passengers pressed close behind him, he stopped.

Unable to help himself, Michael turned around and looked at