How Zhang Xiao's Turbojet had actually performed remained a mystery. Whenever the subject came up, though, his parents beamed with delight, so the results had presumably been very pleasing.
The holiday, which had barely any time left to begin with, soon drew to a close. Seemingly in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiao was once again sitting in that luxurious Rolls-Royce.
Only this time, he was heading for school.
King's Cross Station was as busy as ever, but compared with the days immediately following the prison break, security had fallen off considerably.
Zhang Xiao still remembered the beginning of term, when Aurors had been everywhere, maintaining a high state of alert.
Yet an entire term had passed, and those escaped Death Eaters seemed to have vanished. The Ministry of Magic could not find a single trace of them.
The Death Eaters had also behaved completely out of character. In all those months, they apparently had not committed a single crime, keeping their movements well hidden.
Their behavior had inevitably caused the Ministry of Magic to lower its guard. Fudge even optimistically believed they would never cause trouble in Britain again.
After all, under his leadership, the British Wizarding World was flourishing. The Death Eaters were cowed by him and dared not commit crimes in Britain.
Fudge had even drunk too much at a banquet and shamelessly declared, "Overawed by my reputation, the Death Eaters have fled Britain."
Thus, the Ministry of Magic confidently reduced the number of guards. Maintaining such a large security force was no easy task, after all.
"The Ministry of Magic will pay for its arrogance."
Zhang Chengdao had clearly noticed it too. He sighed, utterly unable to understand what the Ministry was thinking. If something like this happened in China, neither the pursuit nor the