"The Atlantic Ocean?"
Zhang Xiao walked over to the porthole in surprise. Through the round window, he did indeed see the deep blue sea outside.
That fast? It had to be several hundred kilometers at least, right? We're already near Spain!
The other champions reacted much as he did, calling out in their own languages as they crowded around the windows to look outside.
"Stand back!"
Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang out, and everyone felt a gentle force pushing them back.
"Not just yet. We still have a few little arrangements to make."
Smiling, Dumbledore raised his wand and swept it through the air in broad arcs. Under everyone's astonished gaze, the enormous sailing ship suddenly began to creak.
With a violent shudder, the entire ship unfolded like a mobile construction vehicle in Red Alert.
The cabin walls opened out to either side. The round portholes gradually shrank and were covered by decking, while the original tables, chairs, and benches hopped and bounced as they retracted.
New chairs and tables sprouted up, and the rooms transformed too. The young witches and wizards watched the scene before them in awe.
This was the mighty power of magic!
By the time everything settled down, the enormous sailing ship had vanished. In its place stood a platform covering roughly half a football field.
Nine wooden cabins stood in a neat row along the edge nearest the sea. At the center of the platform were some of the ship's original structures, with crowds pouring out of them.
They cheerfully took their places in the newly appeared seats. These must have been the lucky people who had managed to get tickets.
A tall projection screen had already been raised. Ludo Bagman, the commentator from the first round, sat with several others at a commentary desk off