That's what's going on.

The sudden anomaly made the two of them panic for a while, and the thought of going to Hermione to complain a few minutes ago had already been forgotten.

Salph, who often appears on the Gryffindor long table, always timidly pulls the corner of Brandy's coat, and is popular with small animals in the corner of the courtyard - is actually a liar pretending to be Brandy's sister?

Harry and Ron looked at each other hesitantly, their eyes full of disbelief.

They had to doubt the authenticity of the letter. After all, due to Brandi's relationship, the five of them often get together with Sharf Luna on weekdays, and these two completely unsociable guys may even come to the Gryffindor table to sit more often than Nick, who is almost headless, and as the ghost of Gryffindor, he will 'have dinner' with the little lions almost every day. What kind of person is Sharf, the two of them are all too familiar......

And while Harry didn't have a very good impression of Luna, being able to get along with her was a bit of a problem in itself—she seemed to be exceptionally gifted at perceiving the human mind, almost with animal-like alertness.

Selph, who can be held in Luna's arms as a mascot unsuspectingly, should not be the kind of scheming guy.

Besides...... Pretending to be Brandi's sister, what can you do? Brandi was only a Muggle herself, and Shirley and Kozmo had no background; If you're looking for money, why not come to Harry, the big dog, who has both dead parents and a coffer...... Isn't that the most desirable goal?

Running to Brandi to recognize relatives, how blind does this liar have to be to do it......

But this letter ......

Harry's gaze fell back to the envelope in his hand, and although the cover was wrinkled and blurred beyond recognition, the believable content was complete and clear, not to mention the mention of Sharf's name, at least the Kozmo at the end could only be Brandy's father. Coupled with the fact that the letter was sent back by Hedwig, it is unlikely that it will be some kind of April Fool's Day prank that came in advance.

"What shall we do now, shall we go to the owl hut first and send this letter to Brandy?" After a long moment, Harry finally looked up hesitantly and asked. "It's not good enough to open his letter without permission...... If you don't tell him again—"

"No way!"

What he didn't expect was that Ron's reaction was so violent, almost as soon as Harry opened his mouth, Ron categorically interrupted him.

"It's best not to let Brandi know about this until this is clear."

Harry was stunned. "Why?"

Ron gave him a deep look.

"Just because she's Brandy's sister already." He said, "Brandi would be sad to tell him so recklessly without getting things to ......

After a moment of silence, Harry lowered his head.

With the exception of Darley, who had bullied him since childhood, Harry had never really had siblings, and he didn't appreciate the affection that a pair of siblings should have. But he could feel the loneliness and loss in Ron's tone when he said this. Definitely...... It must be a very painful thing to be deceived by someone close to you.

For the first time, he thought Ron was a gentle guy on some level.

"So what do we do......" Harry's tone was unusually soft as he said this. Do you want to hide it? ”

"Of course not, it's just that you can't tell anyone about this letter for the time being." Ron said. "Is Self Brandi's sister or not, and what does she want to do near Brandy? And if so, what the hell is this letter! We're going to have to get to the bottom of it before we do—"

Ron clenched his fists, a rare serious expression on his face.

"I can't tolerate those bastards who try to stir up feelings between siblings!"

…… Ah, sure enough.

Harry looked at the scrappy Ron in a daze, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

From Ginny's point of view, it's surprisingly reliable.

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"Okay, then the security supervisor will do it here, girls." As the last girl shivered out of the silver mist, the Ministry of Magic uncle winked and withdrew it into his wand. "Now, let's make sure that the seat belts are not buckled, as I just demonstrated - you have to be prepared, Muggle things are no better than ours, and the plane will not take off as comfortably as it is on a broomstick, and you better make sure that you are securely fastened to your seat."

"Huh?"

was watching the senior sister use magic to re-wrap the black cloth on the luggage, and after listening to the uncle's explanation, Brandi suddenly noticed that something was wrong. The plane is not as comfortable as a broomstick?!

Is there anything more ferocious in the flying equipment than the butt-cuffing murderous weapon of the broomstick!

Brandi hadn't been on a plane before, but he had at least played something similar in the playground! If you think about it on your toes, you can guess that Muggles make vehicles with an emphasis on safety and comfort...... If a plane ride and a game of Quidditch were even more thrilling, there wouldn't be as many Muggles as there are now.

Damn, what the hell has this albatross been transformed into by the devil!

"Are you ready?" The uncle stood up and walked around the cabin, and after confirming that everyone had completed his request, he walked to the front of the cabin with a relaxed expression and gave a thumbs up to the position of the cab. It looked empty, maybe it was a small dwarf or a goblin flying the plane.

Then, under Brandi's horrified gaze, the uncle expertly pulled out his wand and trapped himself firmly in the remaining seat with a rope binding charm.

"Then girls, the intense and exciting journey begins!" He cheered loudly, "I wish you hadn't eaten too much in the morning - let's go!" Tik! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and Brandi involuntarily fell backwards, the back of his head slamming against the back of the wooden seat. It's a real blessing that now his hair is not as thick as before, and the hair that was coiled up by the senior sister not long ago saved him, so that the back of his head could not hit a bloody bag.

"Ouch!"

There was a painful moan from the girls around him, and it was obvious that he was not the only one who was caught off guard.

The plane began to move...... Like an old ox scurrying forward, with each step forward, the sound of a Krakala could be heard in the cabin, as if it could be scattered into pieces at any moment. The runway was not at all as smooth as the Muggle airfield, with potholes and stones that had been rolled over from time to time, and the girls swayed left and right inside the plane, like rows of tumblers brushed in unison. However, these simple students were completely unaware of the dangers that such a situation might bring, and they stared curiously at the squeaky portholes under the squeezing, talking excitedly.

"Are Muggle planes like this?" Seeing that the scenery outside was receding with acceleration, Qiu Zhang whispered.

Brandi ignored her, he was closing his eyes and clenching his hands desperately, praying with unprecedented devotion that the damn wrecked plane would fly safe and sound—or stop immediately.

"We're flying!" I heard the excited shouts of Uncle Magic.

Almost immediately, Brandi felt his body sink backwards violently, being pressed tightly against the seat, and the plane, which was still as slow as a scalper pulling a broken car, actually began to take off forcibly! He only felt the cabin jerk up, and then fall heavily.

"Bang!" With a bang, everyone involuntarily jumped upward, and then was hard-pulled back to their seats by the seat belt.

"Second time!"

"Bang!" There was another loud bang, cracks spread out of the porthole on Brandy's side, and the plane jumped again like a kangaroo that had been drunk. He saw Qiu Zhangzheng clutching his arm in some pain, as it slammed into the armrest in the vibration.

O Merlin! Is this plane playing standing long jump?

"One last time!"

The plane jumped so hard that it almost stood upright, and Brandi only saw his luggage rolling around like a bowling ball on the luggage rack. Then, everyone saw the bright light outside the porthole, and the tail of the plane spewed out an astonishing red light, and after a strong vibration, it rushed out. The pressure was so great that it almost overwhelmed Brandy.

They finally took off, in another form: in the form of a rocket.

Oriana was right, this kind of transportation was something Brandy had never experienced before - the invisible guy in the cockpit seemed to drive the plane like a Saturn V heavy rocket, the albatross scurried around the sky in a terrible trajectory of Brownian motion, the wooden planks of the fuselage seemed to be useless, and when they passed through a cumulonimbus cloud, Brandi was desperate to find that the fog in the cloud was actually flooding in through the porthole unobstructed.

Thanks to her quick reactions, she pulled out a loose leaf from her pocket almost at the speed of electric light, and a flash of light flashed, and in a muffled grunt, the only creature on the plane that looked like a male on the surface lost her eyesight.

But that doesn't work......

Looking at the graceful posture of the girls who were soaked in moisture looming in the mist, Brandy's blood pressure was almost rising exponentially - at this moment, he only hoped that someone could help him end this pain, even if he was unconscious.