They finished redeeming it, and when they arrived in a hurry, everyone started boarding. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info mingled in the crowd, and Phoenix looked curiously at the plane they were going to take.

"What kind of plane is this, and the look next to it is a little different. He asked.

"How do we know?" Hermione sighed, "it's not 747 anyway. ”

This is a young man next to them said to them.

"This is MD-11 with a high level of automation. ”

Phoenix immediately asked, "Does automation mean that you can fly without human control?"

"No, according to the regulations, but theoretically, in addition to take-off and landing, the autopilot can fly the whole distance on its own. He said enthusiastically.

Hermione immediately stood between the two of them, separating them from each other, lest Phoenix ask some interesting questions.

"You know a lot about airplanes?"

"Sort of, I'm a pilot. But I'm flying a fighter jet. He smiled and continued walking.

The group of them turned directly into a passage here.

"Wow, these Muggles are so smart. Phoenix said to them, "Do you see, something is sticking out of the passage and connecting to the plane?" ”

"Don't you wonder how planes stay in the sky?" Harry remembered Mr. Weasley, who he had been trying to figure out when he died.

"I know—"

I didn't understand what that meant. Hermione's words pierced his true level.

"I can't say I don't understand it at all. He pleaded weakly.

The seat space was larger than he had imagined, and he sat comfortably in his seat. A flight attendant also enthusiastically explained to him how to operate the personalized entertainment system on the plane. According to her, this is the latest technology of the moment. Passengers can choose the movies they want to watch, or surf the internet and gamble.

He is very familiar with gambling, and their family has a special institution for usury to gamblers. The movie is also somewhat understood, and I saw a similar trailer when I went to Harry to relay Blake's will to him.

Surfing the Internet is a bit more difficult to understand.

What made him depressed was that gambling required a credit card. He didn't think it would be a good idea to ask the flight attendant directly what a credit card was. After she got up to help the other passengers, Phoenix asked Harry next to her.

"What is a credit card?"

"Oh, to put it simply. It's a card that you take and swipe at a specific machine and you're paid. Harry struggled to recall, "It seems like I can take credit, and I can replace it after a while." ”

"It's similar to an internal transfer at Gringotts. Phoenix returned to his seat.

There's no such thing in the wizarding world, but it's pretty much the same. If you are buying a large amount of goods or you are unable to go to Gringotts, write a note to Gringotts with your own vault and a special mark. to complete transactions or access transactions. If needed, you can send your own pet to help order goods.

This kind of service does not recognize people, but only looks at the mark. It is limited to the vault with the highest security level, as the vault can only be entered by the owner, and the goblins cannot enter it, and the transferred funds are actually paid by Gringotts internally. Therefore, there is a certain risk in the bank, and not every depositor can enjoy the service.

The take-off wasn't as exciting as he had hoped, and Phoenix sat on the armrest of Hermione's seat. Smiling, looking at her affectionately, just opened his mouth.

"I don't have a credit card," Hermione looked expectant, "and secondly, I won't let you gamble." ”

His mouth opened and closed, and he couldn't say a word.

"I go to the newspaper. ”

"That's good," Hermione smiled slightly, "You can watch the movie too, don't you think the 007 trailer is pretty good? ”

He had to go back to his seat, pull out the newspaper, and glance at the front page.

Thousands of people were killed in a dark wizard attack at a stadium in England, a Death Eater wanted by the Ministry of Magic after a train crash in Lyon, France, hundreds of Muggles lost their lives after the collapse of the Ponte Vechio in Florence, and the whereabouts of the legendary savior, Harry Potter, are now a mystery.

"Harry Potter," appeared next to him with a drink cart, "who is Harry Potter?"

Harry looked this way in shock.

"Oh, I don't know. Phoenix covered it with the Muggle newspaper he had collared before boarding, "Maybe it's a piece of rubbish." ”

"Your newspaper is interesting, I seem to see the picture on it moving. The flight attendant smiled, "Maybe it's because of the bump in the plane." ”

Phoenix smiled in response.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Ah," Phoenix said, glancing, "some wine, hopefully some sleep." ”

"Wait a minute, sir. ”

There were no thrills, and the flight attendants didn't really change their clothes, and the newspapers were not really changed. But he still cautiously read the Muggle newspaper for a while, and the provincial one was seen by the flight attendant again.

A spokesman for Downing Street said that the intelligence department has key clues about the March 11 bombing. It is almost certain that the so-called terrorists - the Cabinet decided to terminate the USS Excellence aircraft carrier renovation program and form a task force with the USS Ark Royal to fight terrorist activities together with the United States -

President Chirac announced that, in view of the frequent terrorist activities in France -- the government declared a state of emergency -- with the aircraft carrier Charles de Gaulle as the core, Italy, Germany, the Netherlands, Sweden, Spain, and Greece forming a task force to fight extremist groups in the Suez Canal --

It's a Muggle interpretation of a magical newspaper.

The journey was still a long one, and after a very untasty meal. The lights in the cabin were all off, and only the lavatory signs remained.

A few hours later, most of the cabin was asleep. The glimmer of the LCD screen shone on Phoenix's bewildered face.

Suddenly, the radio in the cabin sounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Due to mechanical failure, for your safety, please follow the instructions of the flight attendant," the voice quickly recalled, "ladies and gentlemen." Please fasten your seat belts, straighten your seat, and put away the tray table—"

"What's going on?" said Phoenix, lazily.

"I don't know, maybe there is an air current?" Harry felt a little uneasy.

"Excuse me," Phoenix stopped a flight attendant, "what's going on?"

"It's fine, just a little trouble. ”

"Uh, where are we?"

"North Atlantic, sir, I'm sorry, I'm leaving. ”

Phoenix looked at Harry through the dim light.

"It's better not to break the plane. ”

A few minutes later, suddenly there was a burning smell in the air. Before anyone could react, the plane dived vertically as if it were doing a Lansky feint.

For a while, the screams resounded through the real cabin.

"We're going to crash. He heard Hermione's voice, out of tune, panicked.

"It was a serious blow to my confidence in Muggle vehicles. Phoenix yelled, "Do something, we're wizards!"

It may not be accurate to say that the planes have maintained their falling attitude, but at least they are no longer in a vertical dive.

"Okay?"

"We're still on the move. "Both Harry and Phoenix can feel it. It's very similar to the feeling when you're looking for the Golden Snitch, falling slowly, trying to get as close as possible quietly.

"Oh my God," Hermione shouted, "there's a fire!"

"Great, it's like the Quidditch World Cup, remember the referee who was lit with a broom by Meiwa?"

"Do something, Harry and I can't get out of our seats. "Although the plane is not falling so much, it is also very turbulent, and the angle of inclination is getting more and more terrifying.