Chapter 17: It's So Much Fun to Drive a Car at Top Speed! (Edited)

After a while, William's eyes finally recovered. He wiped the tears from his eyes and, shielding his sight with one hand, looked carefully into the garden.

He saw his son Bell standing in the garden next to a car... Was it a Muggle car? Why was it shining so brightly?

"Bell, what are you doing?"

"Dad, are you going to the party tonight?" Bell asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, tonight is a big party! Do you finally want to attend a party, Bell?"

William had always wanted to take Bell to a party. Not only as the heir to the Minethil family, Bell should expand his network by attending parties, but he was undoubtedly more talented compared to other young wizards. Even though William, as his father, didn't know exactly what his level of magical ability was, he was sure that it far exceeded the children of other families.

So every time he heard other family leaders boast about how talented their children were at parties, William felt uncomfortable and jealous. But he couldn't brag about Bell because if someone said, "If your son is so talented, how come we've never seen him at a party?" William wouldn't have an answer. Even though he could say that Bell didn't like parties, that would only be seen as an excuse. William was fed up with that.

William anxiously looked at Bell, hoping he would agree.

But Bell was determined to disappoint William. He stroked the car beside him and said, "So, Dad, why don't you drive it to the party?"

"What? You want me to drive a Muggle car to the party? That's impossible!"

William rejected the idea immediately. If he drove a Muggle car to the party, he would be destined to replace Arthur Weasley as the most mocked wizard in jokes. Furthermore, the Minethil family's reputation would crumble.

"It's not a Muggle car at all. It's a wizard's flying car. Don't rush to reject it. You can take a good look at it, and don't you find it cool? Besides, you can sit in it and take it for a few spins to try it out. It's still early."

William heard Bell say this, and finally took a serious look at the so-called "flying car." To his surprise, he was impressed. The car was amazing!

Of course, it was amazing. This was the promotional car that Bell had created after a month of hard work.

The car's appearance adopted the design of a "Batmobile," and it looked extremely stylish. Furthermore, the car's body was made of pure gold, which, after Bell's transformation spell, went from being golden to having a dark golden tone, giving it a discreet and sophisticated luxury. The car was also studded with various colored gemstones. If driven at night under the moonlight, it would shine with a dazzling array of colors, like the lights of a disco. It would undoubtedly be the center of attention under the stars.

In summary, the philosophy Bell followed when making this flying car was: "Not necessarily the best, but definitely the coolest."

Bell planned for William to take the car for a spin several times, and then the orders would start coming in.

What? You say it would violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy? It's quite simple, just remove the four wheels.

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

Following Bell's instructions, William sat in the driver's seat of the flying car, while Bell took the passenger seat.

As he looked at the luxurious interior of the car and felt the comfortable seat beneath him, William's interest grew.

"What do I need to do?"

"It's very simple, it's like riding a broomstick. Plus, this car has an automatic driving system. If you don't feel confident, you can let it drive automatically for a while."

Bell briefly explained some precautions. Driving the flying car was much easier than driving a car, even for someone who had never done it before.

Furthermore, the flying car had no risk of accidents. When the driver's actions put the vehicle in danger, the automatic driving system would adjust the car's direction and speed automatically.

Of course, if a meteorite suddenly fell on their heads, there would be nothing they could do about it. However, the car's defense system would maximize passenger safety, and as long as it didn't exceed the defense limit, passengers would not be in danger of losing their lives.

The safety system of the flying car was one of the main reasons Bell believed it would be a great success. Although broomsticks had advantages such as their discretion, agility, and ease of transport, they also had disadvantages in terms of safety and susceptibility to damage. A wizard with poor flying skills could face dangers when flying fast on a broomstick.

So, no matter how impressive the maximum accelerations and fastest flight speeds of broomsticks may seem, in reality, most of them are just for show. Even the best Quidditch players can't maintain maximum speed flight for long. Besides being dangerous for the pilot, the wind pressure they would face at that speed would be unbearable for most wizards.

In addition to safety, broomsticks had a fatal weakness: they were too ugly!

If you placed a broomstick next to this car that Bell created, anyone with normal vision would choose the car without hesitation. Therefore, Bell decided to promote the flying car and, perhaps in the future, he could even organize a flying car race.

William carefully controlled the flying car as they soared through the air. It was evident that he was a little nervous in his first encounter with a flying car.

"Speed up, Dad. This is a flying car, not a motorcycle."

"But, Bell, I can't see clearly what's around us."

Many novice drivers have this concern at first, but they get used to it over time.

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

"But..."

"Ugh!" Bell, seeing how nervous his father was, sighed and kicked the flying car.

"Drive faster!"

Upon receiving Bell's command, the flying car suddenly accelerated, going from 10 kilometers per hour to 100 kilometers per hour.

"Oh no, Bell, stop this quickly, it's too fast!"

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

"Well, Dad, have you never ridden a broomstick before?"

Even Shanna regularly rode a broomstick, and how is it possible that my own father is worse than Shanna, who is 6 years old? Bell gave him a scornful look.

"That's impossible!"

William couldn't bear that accusation. He had to maintain what little dignity he had left as a father.

"Remember, I was the Seeker for Slytherin in my day! They called me the best Seeker in Slytherin's history!"

"Heh..."

Bell didn't believe him at all.

"So, why are you so nervous now? The current speed is roughly the same as that of a common broomstick."

"Uh..."

William calmed down and realized he was right. He felt a little embarrassed and wondered why he was so nervous earlier. It must have been hunger, yes, that's what it was.

Seeing his father calming down, Bell nodded in satisfaction and then kicked the flying car.

"Keep accelerating until you reach the maximum speed."

The flying car abruptly accelerated and left a loud bang in its place, quickly disappearing on the horizon.

"No!!!"