Going to the Moon

"You really want to travel? Then I have a better place."

Ron really regretted hearing those words, and even more so, he regretted not refusing them immediately.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done it like that—in a bucket of milk.

Although he could still breathe in the milk, no, it was more like he had merged into the milky liquid.

He was like a ghost, a phantom, trapped in this milk bucket that was a bit too narrow for him.

He is unable to speak or see; the only things he can perceive in the outside world are his ears and his sense of touch.

Worse still, he didn't know how long he had to stay in this state.

Because their destination for this trip was the moon, a place that even a great figure like Dumbledore and Voldemort could not reach with magic alone.

Without the gravity or similar concepts Harry mentioned, it would take Nimbus 2001 68 years to reach that location.

"Am I going to starve to death like this?!" Ron rubbed his stomach.

"Ron, you won't starve to death," Harry's barely suppressed laughter echoed in his mind.

"Yeah, Ron, didn't you read the instruction manual?"

"As Ryan said, if you have any doubts, just silently recite the instruction manual in your mind." Ginny's clear voice also inexplicably rang in his mind.

Ron instinctively tried to speak, but his tongue and lips seemed to have merged into one, and he realized that he didn't even need to breathe.

Previously, the sensation he felt when breathing was just a habit, an illusion.

"Idiot! We can hear everything you're thinking, besides your own thoughts, and everything you try to convey to the outside world." It was Ginny; Ron could imagine her disappointed look just from her voice.

"Quickly think about the instructions," Harry's exasperated voice came through the phone.

"Okay." Ron silently read the instructions to himself, still somewhat doubtful.

Wait a minute, Ron suddenly felt something new pop into his head—the origins of Moon City ...

This city is associated with Sayre, a descendant of Slytherin, and the Boot, the adopted sons of Isolt Sayre.

Draco would be very proud if he were here.

Sayre and the Boot inherited the non-wizard method of making these magical items from the great Muggle wandmaker James Stuart.

When the America Wizarding World chose to cut ties with Muggle, they opted to find a new place—the moon—and build it according to their own vision.

Ron eagerly sifted through the information in his mind. Apart from Moon City, the wizards who inherited the ideals of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were searching for like-minded people all over the world.

They restored the dilapidated Atlantis and built a magnificent Underwater City.

"Ron, are you done yet?" Harry suddenly asked.

When Ron wasn't around, and it was just him and Ginny, his thoughts would always wander to less-than-serious things.

Fortunately, only Ginny could 'hear' this information. If Ron had heard it, then probably—

Harry couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm all done." Ron reluctantly pulled himself out of the stream of information.

"Ginny, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Ron couldn't help but scratch the back of his head.

"It's nothing." Ginny's thoughts echoed in Ron and Harry's minds.

However, Ron found it strange that Ginny seemed a little shy, and her tone was just like when Harry he first came to their house.

"Ron, I never imagined we'd have the chance to come to the moon."

"When Ryan told us this, I thought I was dreaming."

"If I hadn't gone to Atlantis with him, I would have thought he was talking nonsense, just like you," Harry began to change the subject.

"What!"

"You've been to Atlantis!"

"That Underwater City!"

When was it?

"It was during your summer vacation. No, if it was— Dobby would definitely know."

"Did you know that Ryan last semester?"

"You lied to me—you said you had just met Ryan at the entrance!" Ron said, looking aggrieved.

In his memory, apart from the summer vacation and before Harry went to school, they were like conjoined twins, always together.

If Harry had any travels he wasn't aware of, they must have been during the times he wasn't there.

"I didn't lie to you."

"It's all because of the contract with Atlantis. I couldn't tell anyone else through any means before you knew about it," Harry quickly explained.

"So you really did know Ryan a long time ago?" Ron misunderstood.

Meanwhile, Ginny, sitting in the pile of vegetables, was still recalling the fleeting images that had just crossed Harry's mind, her face flushed.

No, it's not.

"Do you remember the first time I attended Roger's Quidditch training? Back then, I criticized him for being all talk and no action, and you even said he was unreliable," Harry asked tentatively.

Harry, also in the milk, looked conflicted, wondering if Ron would recall the more crucial details.

"Back then."

"Wait, at that time!"

You were pretending to be asleep at that time!

"That's not right. At noon, you and I were in the lounge, and we were being interviewed by other students together!" Ron was confused.

Could Harry possibly split himself into two?

"Let me think—you were still in the dorm at 10 o'clock, and then around 10:30, I think, you disappeared."

"Excluding the time you spent in Atlantis, let's say it took an hour. You got there in about an hour?" Ron was dumbfounded.

Now he knows exactly how far Hogwarts, located in the Scottish Highlands, is from the Bermuda Triangle in North America Florida Peninsula.

"Well, we were using the Poseidon's Staff inherited from the Ryan family back then, which allowed us to appear anywhere else with water." Harry lied through his teeth.

"A place with water?" Ron couldn't help but think of his Aunt Muriel. Back when he was still young and naive, she was still very attractive, unlike now, and like Dudley before.

If he had possessed that scepter back then, then—

Ron was lost in thought.

Just then, a strange sensation arose, as if a hook behind his navel suddenly and forcefully pulled him forward, lifting his feet off the ground and sending him flying.

But that's not right, he was clearly in the milk bucket.

"It's the Portkey," Ginny suddenly said.

When her uncle was still alive, he was a lawless guy just like Fred and his gang.

At that time, he secretly made a few Portkey for his home.

"The Portkey?"

"Looks like Britain isn't any worse than them!"

"Portkey are outdated. We use Anywhere Door developed by Skywalker Alchemy Workshop now!" Ron couldn't help but feel proud.

"This is the delivery route," Harry reminded him from the side.

Ron's smile froze.