HP Wendy's crossing running account

"I think air travel is something that many of you have been looking forward to for a long time." Tom waited until the flight attendants finished explaining the safety precautions, and then stood in the middle of the aisle with a smile.

"That's right!" the children said in unison.

The "Tree of Wisdom" has booked the first-class cabin of this large passenger plane, and when the doors of the front and rear aisles are closed, one can talk about wizards.

James raised his hand high: "I want to know how to make such a heavy guy fly into the sky without magic Muggles. Is it also using gasoline?"

Tom nodded: "Yes, gasoline is also used. We already know that the heat generated by the combustion of gasoline can make machinery rotate, so that cars and trains can run forward. The same is true for airplanes. When the forward speed reaches a certain level, the wings The difference in air pressure above and below provides enough lift to lift the plane off the ground."

"Air pressure...poor?"

"Oh." Tom shrugged. "This is a difficult concept. If you can take an advanced course in Muggle Studies, you can learn some rough principles. If any of you are particularly gifted in this area- —” He opened his arms, “Riddle Industrial Group welcomes you to join us.”

Wendy stood up and checked the door lock of the aisle. "Actually..." She lowered her voice, "Before the stewardess comes over, we can take a look at the internal structure of the plane."

Tom murmured "No," but it was too late to stop him.

In the next second, the walls, seats, and floor became translucent, and the engines, fuel tanks, landing gear, and various lines and pipes hanging under the wings all emitted different colors of light, so they were clearly visible.

"Ah—" some timid girls screamed and closed their eyes.

The plane began to taxi, the red color that symbolizes heat surged around, the propellers of the engine turned rapidly, and the blue airflow sent the plane high into the sky, flying higher and higher.Under the effect of magic, the floor under his feet is still translucent, and the clouds can be clearly seen floating.

"Wendy!" Tom called.

Reminded by her husband, Mrs. Riddle withdrew her supernatural powers, and the space returned to normal. "You see, an airplane is still a kind of machine driven by a fuel engine, there is nothing magical about it."

Alice covered her forehead in horror.

The cabin was eerily quiet.

"Ha...ha..." James swallowed hard, "It's not that I'm timid, it's true that the broom doesn't fly so high or so fast."

Peter's face was pale, and he looked like he was going to pee in fear.

A huge snake-shaped Patronus flew out from the tip of the wand and circled around the cabin, using magic to calm the children's emotions. "Eat, everyone!" said Tom, pulling open the hall door. "Waiter, hot cocoa. Now! Now!"

The little wizards regained their composure after drinking the warm drinks.At this time, the plane had stabilized in the stratosphere, and the seat belt indicator light went out.There was chatter in the cabin.

"She... I mean Mrs. Riddle... is she like that?"

"Yes," Remus whispered. "That's why she's not a professor. People who are born with geniuses don't see the world the way we do."

James sat by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window with great interest.At this time, the clouds are like a white ocean, which seems to be still under the sunlight. "I'm not afraid anymore when I get used to it. I still feel that it was exciting just now. Try it again?" he said.

"Come on." Sirius found the button on the armrest to adjust the angle of the seat back, and he lowered the backrest to make himself more comfortable. "Peter is going to be scared out of his wits. He may never want to fly again in his life."

There was still brown cocoa on Peter's lips. "No... no. I've ridden a broom, and I'm not afraid of heights."

Fortunately, all the wizards sitting here are young wizards who have experienced flying lessons, and their ability to adapt to high altitudes is much higher than that of Muggle children of the same age, otherwise they would really leave a lifelong shadow on the plane.Now they feel more like they have completed a bungee jump or rode a roller coaster. Although they are afraid, they can't help yearning.

The little Ravenclaw wizards in the back row are also discussing enthusiastically:

"Airplanes are the most powerful Muggle invention," someone said.

"Did you see those pipes? So many, so complicated, and getting them to work together. Muggles are really smart."

"Though perspective magic is scary. But that big fan looks so funny."

……

It has to be said that the easiest to keep up with Wendy's thinking is the Ravenclaw students.It is conceivable that future mechanical engineers are likely to be born among them.

In order to comfort the "frightened" children, Tom decided to stay in New York for four days.

They lived in a hotel with more than 70 floors in the urban area, and all the towering steel buildings looked out from the windows.Every day, children wearing uniforms line up neatly, and under the leadership of their teachers, they walk out of the magnificent hotel lobby, or go to museums, or to bustling shopping malls.

The original project will be finished soon, and the schedule added temporarily will seem a bit boring.Whether it's taking a group photo under the Statue of Liberty or feeding pigeons in the central square, it's too boring for James.

The summer sun shone on the body, warming people to sleep.Not even the sweaty collar could stop the intense drowsiness.He listlessly sprinkled a handful of grains among the pigeons, which immediately attracted a large flock of birds scrambling to come over.

"I'm about to fall asleep," he told Sirius.

Sirius had already unbuttoned his collar and fanned himself with a leaflet that he didn't know where. "We have to speak to Professor Riddle, we are far less vulnerable than he thinks."

James threw the rest of the food into the pigeons. "That's right! I want to watch something more exciting and fresh, not sitting in the sun feeding fat pigeons, so stupid!"

They unanimously ignored the surrounding steel forests. After getting used to it, the big cities were like that.If you are afraid of heights or something, you will become numb if you take more high-rise elevators.

On the fifth day, the children launched a democratic vote, with an absolute advantage of 48 votes to 3, demanding to leave New York.Tom took advantage of the situation and agreed to this result, and took the whole team to take the train northward to the Great Lakes Industrial Zone that day.Steel mills, power plants, container terminals, super-large ocean-going freighters... developed industries show the roughness unique to civilized society.

The more eye-opening scene is in the middle of the United States, where the mechanized farm seems to have opened the door to a new world for little wizards.The lore revealed on this trip is so rich that even Muggle-born children will find it novel.

Time is about to enter August, and the mountainous area where Noboribetsu, Hokkaido, Japan is located ushered in the hottest season of the year—the temperature rose to 8 degrees Celsius at noon (it will drop back to 25 or 16 degrees at night).

Remus: "Oh, it's really hot."

Peter: "...Actually, it's about the same as England, isn't it?"

It is said that the best hot spring in Hokkaido is in Noboribetsu Jigokudani.The little wizards don't know if the hot spring is the best, but the milk ramen and hot spring eggs are very delicious.

They live in a Japanese-style inn at the end of the hot spring town, excited by group bathing activities, or miserable by kneeling eating positions.

At first, almost everyone couldn't fit into the Japanese-style bathrobes, the belts were tied into messy knots, and some tried to hold the skirts in place with pins and buttons.Wendy and Tom had to do it themselves to arrange the children's clothes one by one.

The proprietress of the hotel and the lady waiter covered their mouths reservedly and laughed for 10 minutes.

"What a disgrace," said Tom, pulling his face down. "The Japanese project will be canceled next year."

The proprietress hurried over and poured a glass of sake for the big benefactor: "You say that every year."

Tom ignored her graciousness, and tapped lightly on the small table twice: "It's useless for you to please me. It's my wife who insisted on coming to the East."

"Oh, it was my negligence. Madam, do you still want tea this year?"

Wendy was wearing a dark blue cherry blossom yukata, and nodded slightly: "I'm sorry."

The proprietress's way of ordering matcha is very clever.The bitter tea has a vague fragrance, which can evoke her distant memory. The Chinese herbal garden established by the "Wisdom Tree" is close at hand, but it seems that this year is not a good time to go back.

The 27-day journey came to an end in a Japanese hot spring hotel.

They flew back by plane, direct from Osaka to Manchester.Spend the last night on the New World Express, arriving in London by dawn.Together with the children's luggage and pets left at Hogwarts, they will also be sent to the station.

Parents have been waiting here for a long time, stretching their necks and waiting for their children who are far away from home.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Mrs. Potter wiped the sweat from her only son's brow. "Amazing! Wish I could go next year!" James answered her, beaming on his tanned face in Hawaii.

Irene is the kind of indifferent mother, she straightened her back: "Muggle world? Huh?" Severus left Lily and walked up to his mother: "It's nothing bad. I mean Muggle The world." Irene pursed her lips. "I didn't say it was bad. I married a Muggle myself." Her voice trailed off. "Their world has always been good..."

Wendy even saw Orion and the Walburga couple.Orion seemed to be trying to maintain his reliable fatherly image, occasionally speaking out against the Muggle world, but Sirius didn't like it at all. "You're not right. We see mechanized production in rural areas in central America, so it's not like pulling weeds with your feet stuck in the mud." Walburga's eyes were cold, and the more Sirius spoke, the more cold.

"What do you think?" Wendy whispered to Tom who was standing beside her.

"This is a family matter, dear Mrs. Riddle." He played tricks, "Compared with Alphard's nephew, we need to care more about little Lunlun and little Jerry who haven't seen their parents for a month .”

Wendy's attention was distracted in an instant, her eldest son and younger son were still fostered at Alphard's house.

The author has something to say:

The journey was... expensive.I also dream about it.