The years of welding at Hogwarts

The call from the department responsible for air traffic control soon came to S.H.I.E.L.D. When Grant Ward, the head of the operations department, heard the report from his subordinates, he was confused.

Doesn’t SHIELD have any operational mission today?

How is it possible that there is still a Quinjet wandering around outside, and heading towards London?

and many more……

Quinjet?

London?

When they sent the aerospace carrier to London for support, several Quinjet fighters were affected by the aftermath of the battle between Fawkes and Voldemort and crashed.

Since the entire ground was full of Lizardmen at the time, recovering the wreckage of those fighter planes became a big problem. We could only wait until it was over before returning to the scene to clean up the mess.

Among them, there was a Quinjet fighter that was relatively well preserved, but it could not be found no matter how hard we looked, and the missiles and machine gun bullets it carried were also missing.

"That's not our SHIELD fighter!"

Grant Ward acted decisively and "shouted to the other side, asking them to immediately turn around and fly to the nearest city other than London, and then find an airport nearby for an emergency landing."

"If the enemy doesn't change course, shoot it down."

Not long after Grant Ward gave the order, Mr. Weasley was stunned to find two strange green dots appearing on the radar screen on the center console.

The roar of an engine came from far away, and two fighter planes exactly the same as the one they were driving now approached them from behind, trapping them in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.

Is this the Muggle way of saying hello?

Mr. Weasley had also seen Muggles rolling down their car windows and waving to each other while driving.

But how do you roll down the glass hatch of this thing?

And it’s windy outside.

Seeing the other party constantly making inexplicable gestures at him, Mr. Weasley waved at him in confusion through the transparent glass hatch of the cockpit.

However, what he didn't know was that the other party was calling him on the communication channel at this moment. However, due to the damage to the communication system, Mr. Weasley couldn't hear the other party's call at all.

Watching the other party turn the nose of the plane left and right and leave, Mr. Weasley turned his head and smiled proudly at his wife.

"Look, Molly, those Muggles didn't find anything unusual at all. I was saying that in the Muggle world, flying in the sky with a plane is a very normal thing, just like riding a flying broom."

Mrs. Weasley had obviously also seen the Muggle fighter planes leaving. For some reason, she always had a bad feeling in her heart.

"How long until we arrive?"

The outline of the densely packed buildings of downtown London had already appeared vaguely on the distant horizon. Mr. Weasley looked down at the watch on his hand.

"Don't worry, we'll have enough time. We can even spare 15 minutes..."

Just as Mr. Weasley was speaking, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded in the spacious cabin of the Quinjet, and an inexplicable throbbing instantly spread throughout Harry's body.

Harry, flying in the sky, felt like a fish swimming freely in the vast ocean, but now there was a giant deep-sea shark staring at him from behind.

His pupils suddenly shrank, "Change direction quickly!"

Although Harry, who had never been on a plane, had no idea about the Muggles' air combat methods, this did not prevent Harry, who inherited his father's excellent talent as a seeker, from making the most correct judgment.

Mr. Weasley was still a little confused, but the next second, as a wizard, he also sensed a sudden attack from behind that might pose a life-threatening threat to him and his family.

The two air-to-air missiles left long tails of flame, drawing two relatively straight white lines in the sky.

Mr. Weasley certainly recognized what it was.

During the Battle of London, when he went to King's Cross Station to pick up the children, he saw Muggle planes launching these strange smoking things from under their wings.

When those things hit the ground, they would explode into a ball of fire that would shoot up into the sky, wiping out all the Lizardmen in a large area.

Later, when his two naughty sons secretly towed the plane back from the city, the plane was still hanging with the strange things that Mr. Weasley had seen.

They also tested the power of these things.

In short, it's no joke.

But what did I do wrong to make these Muggles want to kill me?

Mr. Weasley had no time to think about the question.

Harry's timely reminder played a crucial role in saving the lives of everyone on the plane.

Mr. Weasley had enough time to react, and after observing the attack from behind, he immediately pushed down the joystick and turned it to the side, maneuvering the fighter to draw a spiral path in the air and pass under an overpass on the highway below.

The excellent maneuverability of the Quinjet is not exaggerated.

However, with such a violent deflection, everyone in the cabin felt that the breakfast they had hurriedly eaten in the morning was about to be shaken out by Mr. Weasley.

However, the two air-to-air missiles at the rear were still following them closely like a thorn in their side, under the guidance of the fire control radar, and were chasing the fighter planes relentlessly.

"What on earth can I do to get rid of this thing?!"

Looking at the approaching missiles from behind, Mr. Weasley shouted in a hurried voice.

Chapter 280: Flying without a propeller

Because of the use of vibranium, the performance of the Quinjet can be said to be far superior to the main fighter jets of various countries in this era, but it is still unrealistic to rely on its excellent performance to escape the tracking of air-to-air missiles.

"Invisible! Invisible quickly!" Charlie, who was sitting in the back seat, grabbed the driver's seat and roared in Mr. Weasley's ear.

When the father and his two sons were merging the Quinjet with the Ford Anglia classic car, they had already considered the possibility that the transformation process might be witnessed by Muggles.

So they cleverly installed a magical version of the optical cloaking system on the Quinjet, which is actually a permanent disembodiment spell solidified on the surface of the alchemical creation.

However, Mr. Weasley was now in a state of panic. Controlling the plane alone had occupied all his attention, and he had no time to press the invisible switch hidden among the messy levers and buttons on the center console.

"What? Invisibility? This thing has invisibility?"

Mrs. Weasley screamed in fury, "You made the law against the misuse of Muggle artifacts yourself! That's what you did!?"

"Molly! Now's not the time to talk about this!"

The entire cabin was filled with the piercing alarm of being locked by the fire control radar. Mr. Weasley, sweating profusely, held the joystick in front of him tightly, his eyes fixed on the radar display.

Looking at his father's appearance, Charlie frantically wanted to rush over and press the switch that could activate the Disillusionment Charm, but he was firmly bound to the seat by the seat belt on his body.

It was only half a meter away, but to Charlie it seemed like a world away.

He frantically tried to unbuckle his seat belt, but as soon as the restraints were loosened, Mr. Weasley maneuvered the fighter plane into a difficult barrel roll, and changed from level flight to side flight, passing through a mountain stream, guiding the two missiles behind him to crash into the mountain.

Charlie was thrown directly against the cabin wall by the huge inertia, and hit his head against the hard metal cabin wall and fainted. Fortunately, the twin brothers reached out and caught him, so that he would not suffer more serious injuries in the subsequent roll.

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"Charlie!"

Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. At this moment, she realized the seriousness of the matter and stopped arguing with her husband while sitting in the passenger seat.

She screamed, "Which one!? Which one!?"

"Invisible button!" Mr. Weasley yelled at the top of his lungs.

Mrs. Weasley wanted to punch her husband. "There are so many buttons. Which one is the invisible button?"

"Green!" After getting rid of the missile, he finally had time to take a look at the messy center console, but he found that most of the buttons on the center console were green.

If he had a time-turner in his hand right now, Mr. Weasley would have wanted to go back half a month and stab the fighter-transformed self ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

You are the one who can do it! You are the one who can do it!

Don't label these messy buttons when remodeling!

It's okay now!

"On your left!" Mr. Weasley was furious. He didn't care about anything else now. "Press all the green buttons! There must be one that is right!"

Hearing her husband's words, Mrs. Weasley reached out her hand without hesitation and started tapping buttons. The first button she tapped was the largest one on the center console.

The next moment, the sound system inside the Quinjet suddenly rang.

"It's my birthday!! It's my birthday!"

Mr. Weasley installed speakers not only on the sound system inside the cabin, but also on the outside of the fighter jet. With the help of the loud sound, the rhythmic music could be heard clearly by the pilots of the two Quinjet fighters at the back even from a long distance and through a thick cockpit glass.

A large number of colorful fireworks were ejected from the rear of the fighter plane one after another, like jamming bombs flying all over the sky, completely obscuring the vision of the pilots of the two fighter planes behind.

"What the hell..."

Before the driver could finish his complaints, he heard his comrades anxiously shouting in the communication channel, "Pull up! Pull up!"

He reacted quickly and pulled the joystick back sharply upon hearing his comrade's warning. When the fighter plane emerged from a burst of colorful fireworks, the mountain peak that almost brushed past the belly of the plane made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Thanks, brother. I'll treat you to a drink at the Leaky Cauldron Casino when I get back."

"Don't say such things. People who say such things usually don't survive to come back."

Seeing that the pursuers behind him had been temporarily shaken off, Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could be happy for long, he noticed a gaze full of murderous intent.

"This is all your fault! Arthur Weasley!"

Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "We should have written to Professor McGonagall and informed them of the situation at the beginning! Then let Charlie and the others take the next train to Hogsmeade!"

Mr. Weasley, who was bewildered, wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but before his first word came out of his throat, the alarm that was locked by the fire control radar sounded again, as if urging his life.

This time he finally had time to press the button that would make the plane invisible.

A wave like water ripples spread out on the surface of the fuselage, and the silver-gray body gradually merged with the surrounding environment. Even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s stealth technology could not do better than the Disillusionment Spell.

However, the alarm in the cabin still did not stop.

Mr. Weasley didn't care that he was in front of a group of children and cursed directly, "What the hell is that? Why is it endless?"

He didn't know that the Disillusionment Charm could only make the person or object under the spell invisible in the frequency band of visible light. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, it was completely useless against technological means such as radar detection that were unheard of by wizards.

Not to mention that the Disillusionment Charm is completely unable to eliminate the infrared radiation of the engine. Although wizards have many ways to completely cool down the high-temperature exhaust flow ejected from the engine nozzle, Mr. Weasley did not think of this at all when he modified the Quinjet.

So he could only watch the two missiles behind him getting closer and closer.

"George!"

Fred unbuckled his seat belt while reaching out his hand to his brother. His twin brother George, who had mysterious telepathy, immediately guessed what Fred was thinking.

He pushed his second brother Charlie, who was lying on top of him, into the arms of Percy next to him, then he grasped Fred's outstretched hand, drew out his wand, and with the help of Transfiguration transformed his seat belt into a thick iron chain, which he tied tightly around his and Fred's waists.

The chains extended by Transfiguration allowed them to reach the rear cabin door.

Looking at the crazy actions of the two, Percy guessed what his two little brothers were thinking. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You typical Gryffindor-style reckless men," and then he drew his wand, ready to respond accordingly.

The soft seat belts were solidified into metal buckles by Transfiguration, firmly fixing Charlie, Ron, Harry and Ginny in their respective seats.

Percy took over George's control of the chain without hesitation, and focused all his attention on his two daring brothers, ready to rescue them in time if anything happened to them.

come back.

The next second, Fred reached out and slammed the switch next to the cabin door. As the mechanism turned, the rear door of the Quinjet opened.

Looking at the missile that was already within reach, George and Fred raised their hands and jointly set up an armor protection spell behind the Quinjet they were riding.

For the warhead of the air-to-air missile weighing dozens of kilograms, the iron armor spell jointly set up by the two brothers was too weak to provide any decent protection at all.

But the two people's armor spell was not without effect.

At least, the missile that was detonated prematurely did not cause too serious damage to the fighter's fuselage. The twin brothers standing next to the cabin door were blown to the ground by the shock wave generated by the explosion, and the entire plane was shaken violently.

Fortunately, the twin brothers did not suffer any serious injuries except for a slight pain in their buttocks, and the Quinjet was also lucky enough not to be affected too much by the explosion.

At least their wings are still intact and they can continue to fly, uh...

The next second, one of the wings, which had been broken in the Battle of London but was simply glued together by Mr. Weasley with magic, made a sound of being unable to bear the weight and instantly detached from the fuselage under the impact of the high-speed airflow.

"What's that noise?" cried Mrs. Weasley in horror.

George, who was standing by the door, clearly saw half of the wing leaving the plane. He turned around and anxiously shouted to his father, "Our wing is off! It's off!"

"Not dead!" Mr. Weasley pretended to be calm, "The shorter the wings, the faster they fly!"

It is said that good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly. Mr. Weasley had just finished speaking when George saw the high-temperature tail stream with dazzling Mach rings ejected from the engine nozzle at the tail of the plane. After a hard struggle, it disappeared.

"The right engine is out of service!" George's voice was trembling.

Mr. Weasley's voice was clearly a little flustered, but he still tried to calm his family members' panic, "Don't worry! We can still fly with one engine!"

However, the next second he was slapped hard in the face.

"The left engine's out, too!" Fred shouted.

Ginny grabbed Harry's hand in horror, "We won't die here!"

In order to ease his sister's fear, Ron, who knew nothing about the working principles of Muggle aircraft, patted his chest with confidence.