Chapter 503 Forgot something

It was a little troublesome when I came here, but it was easier when I came back.

However, Robert and Opal still hid aside and waited until the plane landed safely before returning to the train.

There is no need to worry about the train. Wizards always have more methods than Muggles. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to create so many spells, right?

With the support of his imagination, the train was quickly repaired and continued to travel towards the distance.

It's just that the front of the car has been modified a bit strangely. What's up with the shape that looks like a sewing kit in use?

After the York train conductor was frightened just now, he no longer dared to fly so high, and directly lowered the train to a place that was neither high nor low.

"In this case, we need to be invisible..." York train conductor seemed a little reluctant, "Always hiding is not the way of a gentleman! I still like to fly in the sky openly!"

Hermione glared at the unreliable train conductor, "You just had a confrontation with a plane! Do you want to do it again?"

York conductor smacked his lips, "Don't worry, I will remember to use the weather modification spell next time I fly."

Hermione looked confused, "What do you want to do?"

"I heard that if there is extreme weather, the plane will not take off." York train conductor said confidently, "As long as there is a storm, there will be no planes in the sky, right?"

Although what you said seems to be right, I still think something is strange.

Hermione stared at the train conductor with an incomprehensible look for a long time before sighing.

Are all adult wizards so unreliable?

Exhausted.

The train crossed the strait safely and flew over the vast Gaul. Originally, York was planning to find a deserted railway track and land on it. After all, he was better at driving on the ground. The sky was really not his battlefield!

Unfortunately, he didn't find it.

Because he had never been to this land before, the York train conductor accidentally got lost. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have forgotten to bring a map.

"Actually, it should be okay without a map..." Robert asked weakly, "We can use a compass...or fly towards the opposite direction of the sun..."

"Well, actually there is a protective array on this train. In order to prevent it from being knocked flat again, I just opened it..." York laughed dryly, "In other words, the compass no longer works."

Robert and Hermione both took out the compasses they had prepared for a long time. Sure enough, the pointer on it was spinning like a drunkard.

"Actually, we can open the protective array..." Robert made an suggestion, "We are not flying high now anyway..."

Just as he was talking, a dark bird hit the wall of the train, causing ripples.

Then, the second one, the third one, the fourth one...

A large group……

This kind of bird really holds a grudge!

Robert complained silently in his mind, coughed dryly and changed the subject, "Then we will fly in the direction of the sun?"

Unfortunately, a dark cloud suddenly covered the sky, and it started to rain heavily outside the window.

Great, even the sun is gone now.

Robert gave up the struggle completely. Why is there no navigation in the wizarding world? Could it be that they are going to get lost on the road of life?

As the heavy rain poured down, dim lights came on in the carriage.

Ron squirmed uncomfortably. The rain reminded him of not-so-good memories, "We won't encounter dementors again, right?"

Mr. Weasley's expression suddenly dropped, "Don't, don't mention that thing, Ron, we would be unlucky enough if we crashed into a Muggle plane!"

Nodding subconsciously, Ron's tone was still full of uneasiness, "But, the sky outside is really scary."

"It's indeed a bit..." Fred sighed, "But when will we get to the location? To be honest, I'm a little hungry."

Mr. Weasley scratched his head, indicating that he didn't know clearly.

George looked out the window eagerly, his tone full of uncertainty, "Speaking of which, I seem to have forgotten one thing..."

"Oh?" Fred leaned over, "What is it?"

George moved to the side and said with some displeasure, "It's just because I forgot!"

The two were bickering when they heard the sound of running from the corridor outside. There was a "swipe" sound, and the box door was opened. Robert stood outside with sweat on his face and looked at Mr. Weasley, "Weasley" Mr. Lai, I remember that you seemed to have said before... what is the spell you used, the portable motor vehicle flying spell?"

Mr. Weasley blinked, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Robert wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What about that? The York train conductor asked me to ask you why this curse is called portable..."

"Of course it's because it's simpler than the Motor Vehicle Flying Charm I cast on the Ford!" Mr. Weasley said confidently, "That car became a flying car after the full version of the Motor Vehicle Flying Charm was cast on it. I will never go home again! I can’t let the train go home! Then don’t so many of us have to find a way to go back on our own? I can’t afford the tickets for so many people..."

"In other words, this spell may actually be ineffective?" The muscles on Robert's face began to twitch. "About, how long do you think it can last?"

Mr. Weasley was silent.

Mr. Weasley began to sweat on his forehead.

The top of Mr. Weasley's hairy head began to feel damp.

"Hehehe..." Mr. Weasley said awkwardly, "This...I don't know either..."

Just as he was talking, the train shuddered. Although the brake pads did not rub against the rails, they still made a sharp braking sound in the air.

Passengers covered their ears.

"To be honest..." Fred swallowed, "I have an ominous feeling."

George looked at the ceiling a little despairingly, "Aha, I finally remembered what I forgot, and this is it!"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the entire train started shaking violently. Everyone was ejected from their seats. The little wizards screamed in despair. They hit the wall of the compartment and bounced off. They had close contact with the luggage rack and then fell back to the sofa. , just like the trembling water when shaking the water glass, up, down, back, left, and right, as the arm changes position, the water collides fiercely with the wall of the cup, taking away the dirt.

At this time, the little wizards are like the clear water, but they are not made of water, but mortal bodies. When they collide with the hard train, the only result is that they are knocked to pieces.

Even if they are wizards, even if their physical fitness is naturally stronger than that of Muggles, there are only a few young wizards who can still stay awake after being knocked back and forth dozens of times without suffering much damage.

Most people are now unconscious, being carried up into the air, and then fell down. They cannot be awakened even if their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen.

Before the little wizards fainted, they seemed to hear a middle-aged man wailing, "Your mother will definitely beat me to death!"