Chapter 17: Joyride in the Flying Car!

After a while, William's eyes finally recovered. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and cautiously looked towards the garden, half shielding his eyes with his hand.

William saw his son, Bell, standing in the garden beside... a car? Wasn't that a Muggle car? Why was it so shiny?

"Bell? What are you doing?"

"Dad, are you getting ready to attend the banquet?" Bell asked mischievously.

"Yes, tonight is a grand banquet! Bell, are you finally interested in attending banquets?"

William had always wanted to take Bell to banquets. Not only as the heir of the Minashel family, but also because Bell was undoubtedly very talented compared to other young wizards. Although even William, as Bell's father, didn't know the exact level of Bell's magical abilities, he was sure that Bell surpassed children from other families by far.

So, every time at banquets, listening to other family heads boasting about how excellent their children were, William felt like he was being scratched by a cat, itching uncomfortably. But he couldn't boast about Bell, otherwise, if someone said, "Your son is so excellent, why haven't we seen him?" William wouldn't have an answer! Even if he said Bell didn't like attending banquets, it would just be seen as an excuse, and William had been annoyed about it for a long time.

William looked eagerly at Bell, hoping he would agree.

However, Bell was destined to disappoint William. He just patted the car beside him.

"Well, Dad, you can take this car to the banquet tonight."

"What!? You want me to drive a Muggle car to the banquet!? Impossible!"

William firmly refused. If he drove a Muggle car to the banquet, he would probably replace Arthur Weasley as the wizard who appeared most frequently in jokes. And the reputation of the Minashel family would be ruined.

"How is that possible? This is not a Muggle car; this is a wizard's flying car. Don't be quick to refuse, you can take a closer look at this flying car first. Don't you think it's cool? And you can sit in it and fly around for a while to experience it. Anyway, there's still plenty of time."

Upon hearing Bell's words, William finally took a serious look at the so-called "flying car" for the first time. Surprisingly, he was taken aback; the car was quite cool!

Of course, the car was cool. This was a promotional car made by Bell over the course of a month.

The car's design was based on the "Batmobile," which was incredibly cool. Moreover, the body of the car was made of pure gold. After Bell's transfiguration, it changed from golden to dark gold, showing understated luxury and connotation. The car was also adorned with various colored gemstones. If driven at night, under the moonlight, it would sparkle with colorful brilliance, like the cosmic light bulbs in a bar, definitely the brightest under the stars.

In short, Bell's philosophy in making this flying car was: not to be the best, but to be the coolest!

Bell planned to let William drive this car around a few times, and then the orders would come rolling in.

What? Violating the Wizarding Secrecy Law? It's simple, just remove the four wheels.

"Has anyone ever seen a Muggle car fly without wheels? No, right. So, this is a flying car, not a car. Any resemblance is purely coincidental."

Under Bell's guidance, William sat in the driver's seat of the flying car, and Bell sat in the passenger seat.

Looking at the luxurious interior of the car and feeling the comfortable seats underneath him, William's interest grew stronger.

"What should I do?"

"It's simple, just like riding a broomstick. And this car also has an autopilot system. If you're not confident, you can let it drive automatically first for a while."

Bell explained a few precautions simply. Driving the flying car was much simpler than driving a car, and even someone who had never driven before could quickly get the hang of it.

Moreover, the flying car had no danger of accidents. When the driver's actions would lead to danger, the autopilot system would automatically adjust the flying car's direction and speed.

Of course, if a meteorite suddenly fell on top of it, then there was no solution. However, the defense system of the flying car would maximize the safety of the passengers. As long as it didn't exceed the defense limit, the passengers wouldn't be in mortal danger.

The safety system of the flying car was also the main reason why Bell believed it could sell well.

Although the broomstick had many advantages such as concealment, flexibility, and easy carrying, it also had disadvantages such as poor safety and vulnerability. For a wizard with poor flying talent, it was easy to be in danger when flying on a broomstick at high speed.

So don't be fooled by the broomstick's maximum acceleration and fastest speed; those were basically just decorations. Even the best Quidditch Seeker couldn't maintain the highest speed flying for a long time. Apart from the risk of killing oneself, the wind pressure coming from the front was not something an ordinary wizard could endure.

In addition to safety, the broomstick also had a fatal weakness—it was too ugly!

If a broomstick and the flying car Bell was riding in were placed together, anyone with eyesight would definitely not choose a broken broomstick. Therefore, Bell decided to promote the flying car extensively. Perhaps in the future, there could even be flying car races.

William carefully controlled the flying car in the air, and it was evident that William, who was experiencing the flying car for the first time, was a bit nervous.

"Faster, Dad. This is a flying car, not a bicycle."

"But, Bell, I can't see the surroundings clearly."

Many beginners have this concern when driving; it gets better with familiarity.

"Don't worry, Dad, we're in the air, there's nothing around."

"But..."

"Sigh~" Seeing his father's nervous appearance, Bell sighed. He lifted his foot and kicked the flying car.

"Speed up!"

Receiving Bell's command, the flying car suddenly accelerated, directly soaring from 10 kilometers per hour to 100 kilometers per hour.

"Oh no! Bell, quickly, make it stop, this is too fast!"

William exclaimed, feeling like his heart was about to jump out.

"Dad, haven't you ever ridden a broomstick?"

Even Shanna often played with her broomstick, so why did her own dad seem worse than 6-year-old Shanna? Bell looked at him disdainfully.

"How is that possible!"

William couldn't tolerate such slander; he had to preserve the little dignity he had left as a father.

"In my heyday, I was the Seeker for Slytherin! I was even hailed as the most outstanding Seeker Slytherin has ever had!"

"Hehe~"

Bell believed him sarcastically.

"Then why are you so nervous now? The current speed is about the same as a broomstick's normal speed."

"Well..."

Calm down, William realized it was true. He felt a bit embarrassed; why was he so nervous before? It must be because he was hungry, yes, that's it!

Seeing his father calm down, Bell nodded in satisfaction and kicked the flying car again.

"Speed up, to the maximum."

The speed of the flying car suddenly increased, leaving behind a sonic boom, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

"No—!!!"