Harry looked thoughtfully at Zhang Xiao, who was already fast asleep, and said,
"Zhang looks exhausted."
Ron glanced back and agreed,
"Yeah, let him sleep. We've still got a long way to go before Hogwarts. Harry, there's a blanket in the back. Put it over Zhang.
Otherwise, he'll be checking into the Hospital Wing on the first day of term."
After covering Zhang Xiao with the blanket, Harry began admiring the scenery, which was completely different from what he saw on a Broomstick.
It felt as though they had entered a dream out of a fairy tale.
This was undoubtedly the best way to travel: sitting in a sun-filled car, weaving through white clouds that spiraled and rose like forests of towers.
There was a large bag of toffees beneath the dashboard, and they could imagine the envy on Fred's and George's faces when they magically descended from the sky and landed smoothly on the great lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle.
They kept flying north, checking the train's course every so often. Each time they descended, a different landscape came into view.
London was soon left far behind, replaced by flat green fields, then vast purple moors and village after village.
The village churches looked like children's toys. Then came a bustling city, its countless vehicles resembling densely packed, colorful ants.
After several hours, however, both Harry and Ron had to admit that some of the fun was wearing off.
The toffees had made them unbearably thirsty, and there was no water to drink. Harry and Ron had both taken off their outer robes, but they were still uncomfortably hot, and Harry's glasses kept sliding down his nose.
He no longer felt like admiring the clouds' fantastical shapes. Instead, he began to miss the train dozens of miles below,