bacchusnovels Chapter 410 Departure, Durmstrang
Chapter 410 Departure, Durmstrang
Chapter 410 Departure, Durmstrang
When I opened my eyes again, all I saw outside was a sea of soft cotton candy.
They spread out in the blue sky, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly, looking soft and delicious.
The plane began its slow descent, and the airflow inside the cabin trembled slightly.
The distant horizon gradually darkened, the clouds turning from white to gray, carrying a hint of damp coolness.
Immediately afterwards, the fuselage tilted slightly and swooped down. As the air pressure changed, I felt a slight blockage in my ears.
At this moment, it's as if there's a premonition.
Even if you can't see it, you can feel the moment the tires lift off the ground getting closer and closer. The plane begins to establish an intimate connection with the ground, and the scenery outside the window begins to become more detailed, with distant green fields and shimmering water.
As the view came into view, the outlines of the buildings became more distinct, and you could even see a few people walking on the street.
Suddenly, the plane emitted a deep roar, as if it were a premonition of colliding with the earth.
The people in the cabin simultaneously felt a violent tremor throughout the fuselage, followed by a loud bang, and the plane landed steadily on the runway.
The moment the tire makes contact with the ground, you can almost hear the sound of air rubbing against the ground.
The plane decelerated rapidly, its tail fin wobbling slightly, until it finally came to a stop.
The moment the wheels stopped turning, the entire cabin fell silent. The passengers breathed a sigh of relief, and the same thought simultaneously crossed their minds:
I will never fly with Polar Bear Airlines again.
However, such a thought did not cross the minds of the three men in the last row of the plane.
One of them even seemed very excited about what had just happened.
"Is this an airplane? That's so cool!"
Seemingly afraid that his two companions might misunderstand what he said, he quickly added, "I mean, the people who flew the plane were really amazing. They flew so fast and so fiercely, and the plane was still completely undamaged. I mean... we were actually okay."
"This is Great Bear Airlines, and these are Great Bear's pilots," the man in the middle remarked expressionlessly.
The man sitting on the right also seemed to be experiencing the novelty of flying for the first time, but his hands had unknowingly become embedded in the armrests on both sides.
What was striking was that his fingernails were excessively long and contained dirt, as if he hadn't washed his hands in a long time.
"Let's go, it's our turn to go down."
The man in the middle slowly stood up, patted the two men on the shoulders, and took his suitcase off the overhead rack. The two men quickly stood up and followed him toward the cabin door.
The man on the left looked down at his fingers, which had turned white from nervousness, and realized that he had been gripping the handrail tightly. He couldn't help but awkwardly offer his fist.
The man on the right muttered to himself, "This is much faster than using a key," while adjusting his clothes.
The three of them pushed and shoved each other as they walked into the aisle, the air still thick with the heavy rubbery smell of the plane having just landed.
As the hatch opened, a rush of cold air hit you, its damp chill instantly sobering you up.
snow.
It drifted down silently.
The three men simultaneously tugged at their collars.
The man on the right casually shook off the snowflakes that had fallen on him.
Three people stepped out of the cabin, their footsteps softly swallowed by the snowflakes.
A thin layer of snow covered the ground, the sky was low and almost met the earth, and the surrounding scenery was shrouded in a hazy white.
In the distance, the lights beside the airport runway were dim, and snowflakes danced in the halo of light, like endless, scattered stars.
The three people handed their discarded boarding passes to the expressionless staff who were collecting them, and then headed towards the airport exit.
"Over here!"
Outside the exit, a short, stout man in a black leather jacket waved to the three people.
The leather jacket was badly worn, with some wrinkles on the cuffs, as if it had been picked up from a flea market.
To be honest, this kind of outfit doesn't suit him.
The three people turned around and saw the man and the sign at his feet—"AirportPickup—Sean Phillips"—and then walked towards the man.
Upon seeing this, the short, stout man coughed and quickly came forward, bowing and scraping to the man in the middle, saying, "You must be Professor Phillips, and Professor Lupin, and Mr. Witt."
As he spoke, he looked at the two men beside him.
"Yes," Sean nodded, answering calmly.
Upon seeing this, the short, stout man immediately smiled even more obsequiously, his mouth opening and closing incessantly as if to utter every last word of flattery: "It's such an honor, Professor Phillips, truly an honor! Durmstrang Academy has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. We are fully prepared, and everything you desired has been arranged!"
As he spoke, he unconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although it was bitterly cold, he still seemed a little nervous.
The three people were naturally Sean, Lupin, and Sirius.
As for why they came here, to make a long story short, the story is not complicated. About a month ago, Sean received an invitation from Durmstrang College.
The letter sincerely invited him to visit Durmstrang College during the upcoming summer vacation to serve as a temporary professor and participate in a special mission—to conduct short-term intensive training for the upcoming Flame Cup tournament.
Durmstrang Academy, as one of the most famous magic schools in Europe, is so prestigious that almost everyone in the magic world knows about it.
Faced with this weighty invitation, Sean accepted without hesitation.
Moreover, considering that this would be an in-depth exchange with the world's top magic schools, Sean also specially invited his two capable assistants, Lupin and Sirius.
After all, who wouldn't want to come to this school that produced the famous alumnus Grindelwald, especially since the current principal, Karkaroff, is a former Death Eater?
Perhaps this will become another recruitment site in the future.
So, after spending the night at Malfoy Manor, Sean returned to London to meet Lupin, and then picked up Sirius Black, who was waiting for him in Ireland. Together they headed north.
"How do we get there? Have you arranged...?" "It's all arranged! It's all arranged!" The short, stout man nodded hurriedly, his voice urgent, even a little impatient. He was clearly eager to get this over with as quickly as possible. "There's a fireplace over there. We can get there using Floo Powder. Everything is ready. You can leave anytime!"
The three of them didn't say anything more, but silently followed the short, fat man towards the room.
A faint glow emanated from the fireplace in the room, and a box of Floo Powder sat on the nearby table.
The short, stout man took the box of Floo Powder and handed it to Sean. "Everything is ready, Professor Phillips. You only need to wave it to get to the House."
Sean stood there without saying a word, instead taking in the layout of the room.
"Please go ahead," the short, fat man urged, his smile growing increasingly greasy, sweat already beading on his face.
"Let's go," Sean finally said.
As they entered the fireplace one by one, the short, stout man, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, immediately handed each of them a handful of Floo Powder.
Sean pinched the powder in his hand and gently placed it into the flame. In an instant, a green flame suddenly shot out from the fireplace, and the scorching air instantly raised the temperature in the room.
Immediately, the entire room descended into a dreamlike chaos, flames engulfed their vision, and everything became blurred in an instant.