He knew the car for the simple reason that he knew. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He also had a Rolls-Royce, and almost most pure-blood wizarding families had Muggle cars - not all Rolls-Royce, of course.

Wizards hated Muggle stuff, with one exception, which was cars (a broad concept that included motorcycles and trains). Under the International Regulations of Secrecy, wizards and Muggles used the same means of daily transportation: horse-drawn carriages and sailboats. When carriages became visibly outdated, the Ministry of Magic banned their use.

In the 20th century, wizards were filled with jealousy when they saw the streets start to run full of fast, comfortable cars, and refused to admit that it didn't make sense, and eventually the Ministry of Magic bought a large number of cars, modified them with a lot of useful magic, and enjoyed themselves. Many wizards were car lovers with childlike enthusiasm, and even pure-blood wizards who insisted they would not touch any Muggle products would have a flying Rolls-Royce in their garage.

European and American cars are purchased and modified by a company under Peverell. The Rolls-Royce Cornicne sold very well, with twelve large and swift braking devices - the same as the braking device of the fire bolt, but the fire bolt was limited to the interior space and only one - the top speed was 2,000 kilometers per hour.

The Deluxe Edition is more fully modified, and the car has been replaced with the best design and craftsmanship in the wizarding world from the inside out. The hull is a reverse imitation of the elves, providing the perfect level of magical protection and resistance to Transfiguration Charms. The canvas soft canopy is made of the skin of the Human-headed Sphinx, whose skin repels almost all known spells—the Sphinx has long been considered the pinnacle of man-made magical creatures.

The car soars into the air, rising higher and higher and gradually becoming a small bright spot.

The battle on Hermione's side ended fairly quickly, and on the ground Hermione was completely different from in the air. With Harry's quick knockout of the Greif family members, plus the injuries they had received before, it was enough for them to lie down for a while.

"Ran away!?" Hermione was surprised, as if she didn't expect Greif to slip through Phoenix's fingers.

"He's basically under control," Phoenix raised his hand, the fire bolt that he had thrown on the ground before, and you chased me in front of them. Then he suddenly stopped at waist height, trembling slightly.

"Hermione, you ride with me—"

Without waiting for her to finish, Hermione said firmly.

"No, go after it. Hermione looked at the broomsticks on both sides, "I'm flying too badly, I'm going to drag you down." "Don't grind," she urged, "or Voldemort will really run away." ”

Phoenix and Harry looked at each other, and they could both feel the determination in each other's eyes. They rode on broomsticks.

"You come up first," Phoenix said, "and then you get out of range of the Anti-Phantom Shifter, it's too dangerous here." ”

After the two flew out of the anti-phantom shift range, Hermione's phantom shifter left, and Phoenix and Harry also used the phantom shifter to catch up with the car in front of them that began to accelerate.

"We chase with phantom shifters, but the fire bolts can't catch up. Phoenix had to shout so loudly that Harry could hear, "Try to hit them through the window, and the rest of the city is basically useless." ”

Harry nodded in understanding.

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At the same time, a trivial incident occurred in a city in the United States that no one would remember for countless years to come.

From time to time, there was the sound of earth-shattering thunder outside the window, and a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the entire room in an instant.

There are all kinds of things scattered in the room, and there is still a lot of garbage. The floor was littered with unidentified liquids, apple cores, and candy wrappers, a few books on the bed were messed up with dirty clothes, and a pile of newspapers lay under the lamp on the table. The title of one of them is very eye-catching:

Flight HO180 confirmed to have been attacked by terrorists, and no one survived!

An FBI spokesman said: "From the salvaged wreckage, we found obvious traces of blasting. The black box recording located in the cockpit also has a noticeable explosion. At present, the search and rescue work has been completed, and we regret to announce that all 226 people on flight HO180 were killed. Only one complete body has been recovered so far—"

The arm of the sleeping man lying on the keyboard just blocked the second half. Only the last paragraph of the article is revealed: the president announced that he would not retreat until the head of the terrorist was captured.

The headline on another newspaper below reads:

Russian zombie cannibalism!

The city of Chita is the capital of Trans-Baikal Krai. Chita, one of the industrial centers of the former Soviet Union, is currently at war, government forces have been carrying out repressive missions, and rebel partisans have never stopped trying to take control of the city.

But yesterday, a video of a zombie attack on a suspected helicopter suddenly circulated on the Internet, and just a few hours after the video appeared on the Internet, a cluster of dozens of Tu-22M bombers repeatedly bombed the southern suburbs of Chita City, which seemed to confirm the authenticity of the incident.

However, official Russian statements say that the rebel guerrillas used chemical weapons - petrol incendiary bombs dropped by Tu-22M bombers - in order to burn out the poison gas. The zombie incident is a complete fiction, and the rebels are strongly condemned for their blatant use of weapons of mass destruction in areas close to cities, with no humanity at all.

Further down was a French-language newspaper with another point of view. The city of Chita was previously a top-secret research institute of the former Soviet Union, and in order to prevent top-secret research from falling into the hands of the rebels, Russia ordered the air force to raze the base.

On the chaotic table, newspapers in different languages were arranged, but none of them had a conclusive claim.

A chat window in the computer screen that covers half of the screen.

A line of words suddenly appears on the screen.

"There were 229 people on HO180, and I got the list of people who boarded the plane before they could change the record. ”

"How's it going?" asked someone typing at once.

"Two men and one woman. Curiously, there is no record of them at Swiss customs. To be precise, I didn't find any records of their identities in Switzerland. ”

"I remember, Scythe said he had conclusive evidence about this air crash, where was he?"

"Suddenly dead!" followed by a smiley face icon, "I won't see him until dawn, I heard that he's been busy all day, and I don't know what he's gotten." ”

"Maybe it's a real black box recording. ”

There was silence.

"Who has news from the Russian side?"

"I got a set of photos from the Chita City Police Department. ”

"Let's take a look. ”

Soon a coloring book appeared in the chat room.

A human torso, limbs missing. Blood splattered everywhere, the white down jacket was torn and the prototype was completely unrecognizable, the ground was covered with bullet casings, and a shotgun that had exploded.