Flying Broomstick

"Dumbledore! Are you home?" Kane knocked on the door and quickly received a response.

"Come in."

Kane walked in with the Walking Cane, only to see that Dumbledore seemed to have caught a cold and was wiping his nose with a tissue.

"Ah, Kane, is something the matter again?" Dumbledore asked after blowing his nose one last time.

"I want to learn how to make a flying broomstick. I want to make one myself." Kane set the Walking Cane, nearly as tall as he was, on Dumbledore's desk. "I'll use this as the main body."

With that, he braced himself with both hands, sat down in the chair, and leaned back comfortably.

"Hmm, this... the acceleration capability of this Walking Cane isn't some kind of magical circuit. Rather, the cane itself is condensed from a kind of speed-related magic, or perhaps a law. Quite impressive." Dumbledore picked up the Walking Cane from his desk and examined it.

"So, can it be done?" Kane raised a brow. "I only need the principles behind a flying broomstick. I can handle the manufacturing process myself. I think I'm pretty good with my hands."

"Well, you built such a huge portal out of junk you picked up at Hogwarts. If anyone says you aren't good with your hands, I definitely won't agree." Dumbledore smiled, rose to his feet, and began searching through the bookshelves.

After all, he had been young once too. Back then, he had also tried to piece together a flying broomstick that was entirely his own.

It was like how seventeen- or eighteen-year-olds loved motorcycles. Some of the designs might look outdated now, but the overall concept was absolutely sound.

After all, those had been ideas he had developed through correspondence with Nicolas Flamel.

Before long, he pulled two sheets of