Flying a Flying Car Is So Much Fun!

Flying a Flying Car Is So Much Fun!

After quite a while, William's eyes finally recovered. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, half-covering them with one hand as he cautiously looked out into the garden.

William saw his son, Bell, standing in the garden, with a... car parked beside him? That was a Muggle automobile, wasn't it? Why was it so bright?

"Bell? What are you doing?"

"Dad, are you getting ready to attend a banquet?" Bell asked with a sly grin.

"Yes, tonight is a grand banquet! Bell, have you finally decided to attend one too?"

William had always wanted to bring Bell to banquets. As the heir of the Menethil Family, Bell should attend more social events and expand his connections. Besides, compared to other Little Wizards, Bell was undoubtedly exceptionally outstanding. Although even William, Bell's father, had no idea exactly how skilled Bell was at magic, William was certain that he far surpassed the children of other families.

So whenever William listened to the heads of other families bragging at banquets about how outstanding their children were, his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claw, itching unbearably. But he had no way to brag about Bell. Otherwise, if someone asked, "If your son is so outstanding, why haven't you brought him out for us to see?" William would have no answer at all! Even if he said Bell did not like attending banquets, they would only take it as an excuse. William had been upset about this for a long time.

William looked at Bell eagerly, desperately hoping he would nod.

However, Bell was destined to disappoint William. He merely patted the car beside him.

"Then Dad, drive this to the banquet tonight."

"What!? You want me to drive a Muggle automobile to a banquet!? Impossible!"

William refused without hesitation. If he dared drive a Muggle automobile to a banquet, he would probably replace Arthur Weasley as the wizard who appeared most often in jokes. The Menethil Family's reputation would be completely ruined as well.

"How could it be? This isn't a Muggle automobile. It's a wizard Flying Car. Don't reject it so quickly. Take a closer look at it first. Don't you think it looks cool? You can even get in and fly around for a bit to try it out. There's still plenty of time."

Only after hearing Bell say that did William finally take a serious look at this so-called "Flying Car" for the first time. He had not realized it before, but once he looked closely, he was startled. This car was pretty cool!

Of course it was cool. Bell had spent an entire month specially making this GG Car.

Its exterior used the Batmobile design, and it looked ridiculously cool. The body was forged from Pure Gold, and after Bell's Transfiguration, its golden color had turned Dark Gold—low-key, luxurious, and tasteful. It was also embedded with Gemstones of every color. If it was driven out at night, they would sparkle in a rainbow of colors beneath the moonlight, like a Cosmic Lamp Ball in a bar. It would definitely be the brightest thing under the stars.

In short, Bell's guiding principle when making this Flying Car had been: not the best, but the coolest!

Bell planned to have William drive this car around a few more times, and then the orders would come flooding in.

What? You said it violated the Wizarding Secrecy Law? Easy. Just remove the four wheels.

Has anyone ever seen a Muggle automobile fly without wheels? No, right? So this is a Flying Car, not an automobile. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

Under Bell's guidance, William sat in the driver's seat of the Flying Car, while Bell took the passenger seat.

Looking at the luxurious interior and feeling the comfortable seat beneath him, William's interest grew stronger and stronger.

"What should I do?"

"It's simple, just like controlling a Flying Broomstick. This car also has an autopilot system. If you're worried, you can let it fly itself first and get a feel for it."

Bell briefly explained a few things to keep in mind. Driving a Flying Car was much easier than driving an automobile, and even someone who had never driven before could quickly get the hang of it.

Moreover, a Flying Car had virtually no risk of an accident. Whenever the driver's actions would lead to danger, the autopilot system automatically made slight adjustments to the Flying Car's direction, speed, and so on.

Of course, there was nothing to be done if a meteor suddenly fell on your head. But the Flying Car's defense system would protect its passengers as much as possible. As long as its defensive limit was not exceeded, the passengers would not be in mortal danger.

The Flying Car's safety system was also the main reason Bell believed it would sell so well.

Although Flying Broomsticks had many advantages, such as being discreet, flexible, and easy to carry, they also had flaws such as poor safety and being easily damaged. A wizard without much talent for flying could easily get into danger if he flew quickly on a Flying Broomstick.

So while the maximum acceleration and top speed of Flying Broomsticks looked impressive, they were basically just for show. Even the best Quidditch Seekers could not maintain top speed for long. Forget crashing to death—the wind pressure alone was more than ordinary wizards could withstand.

Besides safety, Flying Broomsticks had another fatal weakness: they were too ugly!

If a Flying Broomstick and Bell's current Flying Car were placed side by side, anyone who was not blind would definitely not choose a broken broomstick. Therefore, Bell decided to promote Flying Cars far and wide. Maybe someday he could even hold a Flying Car Race or something.

William carefully controlled the Flying Car as it flew through the air. It was obvious that, as his first time using one, he was rather nervous.

"Go faster, Dad. This is a Flying Car, not a bicycle."

"But Bell, I can't really see what's around us."

Many beginners had this kind of concern when driving. He would be fine once he got used to it.

"Don't worry, Dad. We're in the air. There's nothing around us."

"But..."

"Sigh..." Bell sighed as he watched his father's nervous appearance. He lifted his leg and kicked the Flying Car.

"Go faster!"

Having received Bell's command, the Flying Car suddenly accelerated, shooting from ten kilometers per hour to one hundred kilometers per hour.

"Oh, no! Bell, quick, make it stop! This is too fast!"

William cried out, feeling as though his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

"Dad, haven't you ever ridden a Flying Broomstick?"

Even Shanna often rode Flying Broomsticks for fun. Why did his own dad seem worse than six-year-old Shanna? Bell gave him a disdainful look.

"How could that be!"

William could not tolerate such slander. He had to preserve what little dignity he had left as a father.

"Back then, I was Slytherin's Seeker! I was even called the best Seeker in Slytherin's history!"

"Hehe~"

Bell totally believed that nonsense.

"Then why are you so nervous now? This speed is only about the same as the normal speed of a Flying Broomstick."

"Uh..."

After calming down, William realized that was indeed true. He felt a little embarrassed. Why had he been so nervous earlier? It had to be because he was hungry. That was right, that had to be it!

Seeing that his father had calmed down, Bell nodded in satisfaction and kicked the Flying Car again.

"Keep accelerating. Go to maximum speed."

The Flying Car abruptly sped up, leaving behind a sonic boom before swiftly vanishing over the horizon.

"No—!!!"