Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The huge An-225 transport plane made a deafening noise, and its 88.74-meter-long wings tore through the clouds like sharp swords.

This largest transport aircraft ever designed and built by humans was originally designed to transport the Alliance's Buran space shuttle.

It should have been carrying mankind's most glorious and noble ideals of the starry sky, but at this moment it was carrying an entire battalion of killing weapons.

Ready to spread violence and conflict wherever it lands.

At the same time, as a military transport aircraft, Soviet designers, who have always adhered to the design principle of "just being able to use it", certainly could not take the comfort of passengers into consideration.

The loud noise made Cedric a little irritated, but what made him even more irritated was everything he saw today.

Unlike other muggles, wizards who don't care, being a true Hufflepuff.

He has a basic liking for everyone and everything in this world, or a silent Madonna mentality.

And because of the environment he grew up in, he has always naively believed that there may really be some very bad things in this world.

For example, Professor Snape. In his impression, the strict and harsh Professor Snape is the worst kind of villain he can imagine.

But everything he saw along the way completely shattered the worldview he had built over the past decade.

This world is so real that it makes people feel scared. I always think of those helpless people and their eyes.

Cedric always had an instinctive heartache, and he wanted to tell someone about it, but when he looked up.

Carl, who was sitting on the seat opposite, had changed into a black suit at some point, and looked neat and tidy.

It was just the color of the clothes that always made him feel that Carl was preparing to attend someone's funeral.

The frameless glasses on his face completely concealed the remaining tenderness in the other person's eyes.

Through the transparent glass, Cedric no longer saw the usual warm blue color like the Caribbean Sea.

All I could see was a hidden anger, like a red-hot coal.

Carl also quickly noticed Cedric's gaze. He deliberately took off his glasses slowly and changed back to the familiar look of the other party.

Smiling and pointing out the window.

"We are almost at our destination. Let's enjoy the beautiful scenery below. This is the promised land of God in the Bible."

Cedric looked out the window, and all he saw was a desolate scene, with only a few dots of light dotting the earth.

Especially in places near the sea, the lights here present a very strong sense of fragmentation.

Unlike a normal city, where the distribution of lights is like a radiating star, the distribution of lights here seems to have hit a wall.

There is always a strange phenomenon that there is a thin line between bright lights on one side and extremely dark on the other side.

Of course Cedric knew why this was the case. He had once read the Muggle books that Carl brought to his dormitory.

Although there was a lot of content in it, his intuition told him that he couldn't believe it completely, but there were always some truths hidden among the many lies.

But when the facts were verified in this way, his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

On the one hand, out of his kind nature, he instinctively felt sad and angry.

On the other hand, he had a glimmer of hope that his guess was wrong. He didn't want hell to really exist in this world.

But before he could think too much, a sharp alarm sounded from the alarm system of this military transport plane.

A warning also came from the radio nearby.

"You are entering Israeli airspace. Please turn around and leave immediately, or we will take action."

The person on the other side repeatedly warned in both English and Russian.

The aircraft's radar system also showed that they had been locked by anti-aircraft missiles, and the two crew members at the front of the aircraft also communicated through the intercom inside the aircraft.

Asked Carl.

"Boss, what should we do? Those lunatics really turned on the fire control radar. Should we turn around and leave?"

Karl smiled slightly, picked up the radio beside him, put on his frameless glasses again, and shouted in standard Russian.

"This is a Soviet Socialist Union military transport plane, and we are following the orders of the Supreme Soviet."

"Fighters for the world's resistance against imperialism, transporting military supplies, and this is not your airspace at all."

“I only know that the land beneath my feet was called Palestine half a century ago.”

After saying that, Carl directly cut off the radio communication and shouted on the intercom.

"Don't pay attention to them. Prepare to land immediately. I don't have much time. I have to go back and spend Christmas with my parents."

After receiving Carl's direct order, the huge An-225 transport plane immediately started the afterburner mode.

Six huge turbofan engines spewed out orange flames and descended to the ground rapidly like a meteor.

The dazzling red star at the tail of the plane attracted the IDF F16 pilot who was trying to approach it again and again.

They never had the courage to press the fire button and could only watch helplessly as this huge iron bird was destroyed right under their noses.

Quickly descend towards the ground.

This flying beast crossed the sea with wind and thunder, and the powerful power of the aircraft caused huge waves on the calm sea.

At the moment of approaching the runway, the headlights on the plane suddenly lit up like the eyes of a giant beast.

The giant tires, taller than an SUV, rubbed violently against the cinder track, flashing dazzling sparks.

The fuselage began to shake violently, and Cedric, sitting in the cabin, felt like he was not on a plane.

Instead, it felt more like jumping off a building, until the last 50 meters, when six giant engines began to push in reverse at full power.

The scorching hot gases rolled up layer upon layer of smoke and dust, and finally before the runway ran out, the steel behemoth braked its huge body.

As soon as the plane stopped, Cedric couldn't hold it in any longer and started vomiting as soon as he got off the plane.

It was not until he finished vomiting and looked up that he realized that this was not a runway at all.

It was just a relatively flat river valley after it dried up. No one knew where the steel giant flew into.

Just as he was shocked, Carl jumped off the plane gracefully, and the two pilots also hurried down.

As soon as the two men landed on the ground, they held onto the rock wall and began to vomit frantically.

Seeing this, Cedric couldn't help but admire and nodded.

"Their flying skills are really superb. They must be the best pilots to land in a place like this."

"One mistake and we're all screwed."

Hearing Cedric's admiring tone, Carl just turned his head slightly and glanced at the two pilots who were still vomiting.

Then he waved his hand and walked alone into the depths of the valley, speaking indifferently as he walked.

"Congratulations, you guessed wrong, Peter and Andreas. They were the last and second to last graduates of that year's Moscow Aviation Institute."

"They took the risk because I saw a price they could never refuse: $10 for a flight."

Hearing this, Cedric couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. He quickly caught up with Carl and said with some reluctance to believe it.

"No way. No one would take such a big risk for money."

"Of course." Carl patted Cedric's face happily, and then said in a mysterious tone.

"So in order to prevent them from changing their minds halfway, I bought the plane."

"We have already asked someone to remove the parachuting equipment from the cockpit of this plane!!"