Only after Hermione had happily settled into the car and looked around curiously did she belatedly ask:
"Zhang, you're only fifteen, aren't you? Under British law, you can't drive, and you don't have a license!"
Zhang Xiao put on Batman's classic expression when answering the Flash:
"I have magic!"
Vroom! The Ferrari's engine erupted in a powerful roar. Its tires spun rapidly, sending up a wisp of smoke as they scraped against the ground.
The powerful surge of acceleration pressed the young witch back into her seat, drawing a shrill scream from her.
Soon, that scream turned into laughter, and Hermione's long hair streamed in the wind.
Zhang Xiao glanced over-it looked a little like kelp swaying underwater.
The wind whistled past their ears. Hermione turned and said something loudly, but at over a hundred kilometers an hour, the wind noise was deafening.
He reached out and snapped his fingers again. The howling wind vanished, replaced by a silence in which even a pin dropping could be heard.
Hermione furrowed her brows. Bracing herself against the windshield, she leaned sideways toward Zhang Xiao and asked curiously:
"I meant to ask earlier. The Ministry of Magic prohibits underage wizards from using magic outside school. How are you doing it?"
"The Trace-actually, it's no secret. Plenty of people know about it."
Zhang Xiao held the steering wheel and slowed down, his gaze passing over Hermione. Today, the young witch wore a pale pink dress and a headband.
Clearly, she had nowhere to keep a wand.
"What? What trace?" This completely unfamiliar piece of information immediately caught Hermione's interest, making her eyes sparkle.
"Where's your wand?"
"At home. Since I can't use magic anyway, I locked it away to stop myself from casting spells without thinking."
"Then I think you could give Wandless