Priceless Compensation

Just as the tension was about to erupt, the "disabled person" suddenly turned his head and glared viciously at the two passengers who had quietly approached him, roaring, "What do you think you're doing?"

One passenger backed away with an awkward laugh, while the other said calmly, "Can I exchange myself for this young lady? Taking me hostage would be the same."

"Oh my, he's so brave!" Mrs. Weasley said admiringly.

"Dad, can I use magic?" the Twins quickly pleaded. "I can knock him out in an instant!"

"No, wait! There are too many Muggles here!"

Mr. Weasley hurriedly stopped them. "Let's see how the Muggles plan to handle this first!"

"If anyone's going to make a move, it should be your father and me!" Mrs. Weasley shot the restless children a fierce glare. "Sit still—Ron, don't take that thing out!"

Ron sheepishly put his Wand away.

None of the wizards looked particularly nervous. To them, silently knocking someone unconscious in an instant was simply too easy.

Using magic to protect themselves in an extreme emergency, even with so many Muggles around, would not count as violating the Statute of Secrecy. The aftermath would just be troublesome, and they might even face an investigation by the Ministry of Magic.

Then everyone heard the "disabled person" sneer, "Don't think I don't know what you're planning... I'm not the only one on this plane!"

As everyone's expressions changed dramatically, the "disabled person" swept his gaze across them and shouted, "Listen carefully! If I'm taken down, or if I don't get the result I want, my people will detonate the bomb immediately! Do you understand?"

The chief flight attendant raised both hands, forcing a smile onto his face as he slowly approached the hijacker. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Sir, please