Within Dalaran and its surrounding areas, Wizards were forbidden from taking to the air on their own.
Mostly because they might get knocked out of the sky by a Flying Car.
Not only that, the city administration had also imposed strict limits on Flying Cars' altitude, speed, flight zones, and more, ensuring that the public could travel in an orderly manner.
Some Wizards took buses while others chose to walk to distant parts of the city. As one group left, another was soon teleported in. The clamor lingered in the air without ever fading.
Bearing a sacred mission, Harry and the other two naturally chose the faster bus.
Only after the bus started moving did Harry realize in surprise that the vehicle they were riding in was actually a Muggle automobile!
Since entering the Magical World, Harry could not remember how many years it had been since he had ridden such a bus. Childhood memories rose in his mind, filling him with nostalgia and leaving him somewhat dazed.
"Harry? Harry! What's wrong? Were you... attacked!?"
Ron instantly tensed from head to toe. He had no time to wonder how the Muggle vehicle beneath them could move without Magic Power as he warily scanned the surroundings. At the same time, he reached into his robes, ready to draw his Wand and attack at any moment.
"Hm? Oh, no. Relax, mate. I'm fine, really."
Harry hurriedly stopped Ron from making a move, then apologetically nodded to the other passengers who had turned to look at them.
"I just remembered some things from the past and got a little distracted."
"...That's good."
After studying Harry's eyes closely for a while, Ron finally withdrew his hand.
"Ron, you're too tense. You should relax. Here, have some Chocolate Frog. I bought it specially this morning."