The young witches and wizards watched, mouths hanging open, as Professor Snape became a tiny black speck, almost disappearing from sight.
At last, someone let out the first startled cry:
"Professor Snape's gone into the sky!"
An uproar swept across the Black Lake. The students abandoned their games and ran over, craning their necks toward the black speck in the sky and exclaiming in amazement.
Zhang Xiao hurriedly pulled out his Small Sword and tossed it skyward. Then he leaped onto it, and a streak of sword light shot into the air in pursuit of Snape.
Wind howled past his ears and billowed his robes, but ahead of him, Professor Snape was drifting through the air in all manner of bizarre flying positions.
Oh no! How had I forgotten about that?
Of course Zhang Xiao had understood Professor Snape's hint. He had gone through idea after idea in search of a flying accessory worthy of the professor's status.
In the end, he had commissioned this cloak back home. It was not particularly difficult from a technical standpoint; they had simply made an enlarged version of the Flying Sash so popular with women.
Since it was so large, the craftsman, a perfectionist, had reinforced the cloak extensively, seemingly convinced that leaving any space unused would count as a failure.
One thing led to another, and the result was this genuine Batman cloak that flew ridiculously fast and could double as body armor.
However, the cloak was merely the least remarkable piece of the outfit Zhang Xiao had envisioned. The main attractions, the Batman armor and mask, had yet to arrive, and the instructions were packed with them.
Zhang Xiao had intended to find an opportunity to explain it to Professor Snape first. Who could have imagined that Harry would blast him