Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

The short-haired man looked up in astonishment, seeing a woman apparently carrying drinks, ready to find the flight attendant. However, as she stood up, she collided with one of his companions in a black jacket, spilling the drinks all over herself!

The man sitting with the woman immediately erupted in anger, shouting loudly as he stood up and grabbed the collar of the black jacket:

”Are you blind? Can’t you see?”

As he stood, everyone looked up in unison—the man was at least two meters tall, burly and muscular like a door panel, with furrowed brows and facial features looking murderous.

The black jacket instinctively tried to break free and said, in a less than pleasant tone: ”Can you blame me? How was I supposed to know she would suddenly stand up?”

The man grew even angrier, raising his fist and shouting: ”I think you want to die...”

”I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The short-haired man quickly squeezed in to apologize: ”It’s all our fault! How much is the clothes? I’ll pay! We’ll offer double compensation!”

”Compensation?” The black jacket shouted angrily too: ”I think the woman did it on purpose just now! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have...”

”Shut up!” The short-haired man shouted decisively, glaring at him with murderous eyes.

”Don’t mind the guy who doesn’t understand.” Their other companion, a woman with glasses, said in a very friendly tone: ”Just name a number.”

The fourth person at the back squinted triangular eyes and showed a mocking smile.

With the companion’s eye signal, the black jacket suddenly realized—

Yes, everyone on the plane was about to die!

If that’s the case, does the compensation still matter?

Anyway, it was just an empty promise, even if we noted down a billion, it wouldn’t matter.

Soon, they would have to pay with their lives for money that only existed in promises!

He turned around and immediately said: ”Sorry, it’s my fault, I’m willing to compensate.”

After speaking, he even smiled happily at the two, his smile carrying a kind of priest-like tolerance and gentleness.

Unexpectedly, the other side did not strike while the iron was hot.

”Can you afford it?”

The ordinary-looking woman, who was splashed with drinks, frowned and said annoyed: ”Do you know how much this clothing cost? This is a limited edition!”

”No matter how much, we can compensate!”

The short-haired man looked at the time, patiently saying: ”If you are unwilling to accept, after getting off the plane, I can find someone to buy you an identical piece of clothing.”

”Humph! I think you’re bluffing, trying to fool us with empty words, and certainly won’t admit it after getting off the plane!”

The two-meter man shouted angrier, holding the collar of the black jacket and refusing to let go.

The woman also egged on by the side: ”Just compensating clothes? How about the time we’ve wasted? Am I supposed to wear this sticky garment all the way?”

Their voices grew louder, waking all the passengers who were originally asleep, furrowing their brows and looking over dissatisfied. A buzz of discussions arose in the cabin.

Some well-meaning passengers stood up to mediate for the two, and the stewardess originally staying in the rest area also came over, surrounded by the crowd. The four Scourers were squeezed in the noisy center, unable to either advance or retreat, each sweating profusely.

With such a commotion, the wizards naturally awakened too.

Mr. Weasley adjusted his crooked glasses, muttering vaguely: ”What’s happening up front?”

After Fred saw the scene over there, he instantly became spirited, nudging George next to him:

”Look! Entertaining, you think they’ll fight?”

George’s sleepiness was half gone, he rubbed his eyes and said: ”Muggles are really irritable! Almost like Professor Moody.”

”What’s the noise... Are we there yet?” Ron asked indistinctly.

”What’s happening, Michael?” Madam Kona tilted her head and asked her son who looked exceptionally serious and focused.

Michael never fell asleep from start to finish, he had noticed the dispute the moment it arose.

His body turned sideway, lowering his voice and speaking to his father: ”Something’s not right... Those four are very obliging, willing to compensate no matter how much, yet the other side is still relentless... Such attitude is peculiar.”

”Nothing strange, such never-yielding individuals are quite common, just that you seldom encounter them at school.”

Mr. Kona stroked his son’s head, laughed: ”If trouble continues, after getting off the plane, I think they will all be detained for a few days... Look, even a disabled person is anxious to help mediate.”

Michael swiftly turned his head, immediately spotting the disabled person he noticed during boarding.

The seemingly frail disabled person, at this moment, was standing with the aid of a cane, face exceptionally calm and resolute, moving towards the center of the dispute.

Not right! This one’s even stranger!

Alarm bells rang in Michael’s mind, he stood up with a ”swish”, just about to draw out his magic wand but was bumped by a nearby passenger.

”Sorry, sorry!” The person, seemingly eager to watch the drama, quickly helped Michael, asking: ”Did I hurt you?”

At this moment, the ”disabled” person shook his arm fiercely, his cane split open, with the lower half clattering to the floor, transforming into a slender dagger in his hand!

He immediately grabbed a nearby stewardess who wanted to assist him, the cold blade pressing against her fragile throat!

”Nobody move!”

The hoarse and wild yelling instantly overwhelmed all noise, the man’s face a brutal visage of a desperado.

After moments of silence, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Nobody screamed or ran, all stood dazedly watching the ”disabled” person.

”Listen!”

The ”disabled” person shouted: ”I’ve installed plastic explosives on the plane! Just one press on the button and the airplane will be blown open with a massive gap, killing all of you!”

Sparse screaming sounded in the cabin, but most passengers remained in a dazed state, appearing unresponsive.

The Scourers had somewhat bizarre expressions; they seemed both astonished and annoyed at their plan being disrupted, yet somewhat glad about having their mission completed for free.

The passengers’ reactions apparently somewhat flustered the ”disabled” person, he increased pressure in his grip, followed by hearing the stewardess sobbing fearfully.

A curly-haired stewardess in the rear galley trembled slightly, grabbing the microphone, quickly and repeatedly pressing the button to call the cockpit, a piercing alarm rang in the cockpit.

Without waiting for them to speak, the curly-haired stewardess hurriedly spoke in a low voice:

”Cockpit, this is the rear galley! Hijacking in the rear cabin! Repeat, hijacking in the rear cabin! At least one male, armed... armed with a knife! The suspect claims to have planted bombs on the plane! Eliza has been subdued!”

By the end, her voice carried a sob.