Bab 165: Chapter 165: The Flying Cauldron
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Hector Dagworth was feeling a bit down because he discovered that he had lost his Golden Membership Card. It was the distinguished proof of his status as a renowned alchemist and a representative medal of his exceptional contributions to the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association.
The Extraordinary Apothecaries Association was well-known in England and across Europe. The association offered three types of membership cards: Gold, Silver, and Bronze. Each card represented the member's contributions in the field of alchemy and was recognized as a symbol of the apothecaries' association in the magical world of Europe.
These membership cards were unique and bestowed honor and certain conveniences upon the holders. For example, they could purchase a small quantity of restricted trade items used in potion-making without engaging in a transaction. It served as a convenient pass of sorts.
Hector Dagworth was actually just passing through France to visit acquaintances and bring them some medicinal ingredients.
Coincidentally, his acquaintances planned to go to the opera and extended an invitation to Hector, who considered it for a moment and agreed.
To be honest, Hector wasn't fond of Muggle entertainment, and the opera seemed quite boring to him.
Just before Hector left the opera house to go to the magical garden, he suddenly realized that his Golden Membership Card was missing. This led to him being denied entry by the herbalists at the magical garden, which left Hector frustrated. Moreover, he had assumed that he had dropped the card at the opera house, but when he went back to search for it, he couldn't find it anywhere. In desperation, Hector attempted a Summoning Charm to retrieve his lost card, but it was unsuccessful. There was no sign of the card returning on its own.
Helpless, Hector Dagworth had no choice but to seek assistance from his old friend, hoping to use their divination abilities to help recover the card.
"We thought you had already left France," Perenelle said as she poured a cup of French tea for Hector.
"Yes, I have left. I just came over from the magical garden," Hector Dagworth explained his unfortunate situation to the Levesque couple.
"Do you want me to help you find your Golden Membership Card?" Nicolas didn't mind lending a hand to Hector since he had also provided them with many conveniences.
"Yes, please. I'm counting on you," Hector said, taking a sip of tea. He needed to find his Golden Membership Card; losing it was absolutely unacceptable. Without the card, many things would become inconvenient.
"Don't worry, I believe you will retrieve your lost card," Nicolas reassured him. After finishing his cup of tea, he got up and walked to his desk.
Hector immediately followed him, and on the desk, there was a crystal ball.
"Let me take a look," Nicolas murmured as he traced his hand over the crystal ball. The foggy ball gradually dissipated, revealing a clear image inside. It reflected Hector's Golden Membership Card, held in a brown hand.
In the next moment, the crystal ball showed the face of the person who owned that hand—Albert.
"I know this child. He was sitting right next to us," Nicolas said. "He should be a wizard."
"A wizard?" Hector was also taken aback and hadn't recovered from his surprise.
"Did you notice his wrist earlier? It had an alchemical item with hieroglyphs carved on it," Nicolas noticed Hector's perplexed expression and explained.
"But when did he... take my card?" Hector furrowed his brow slightly, realizing that it wasn't stolen.
"Take? I'd prefer to say 'picked up,'" Nicolas corrected him. "Perhaps I overlooked it."
Hector agreed with Nicolas' statement. He couldn't imagine how an underage wizard could take an item from him.
"If you want to retrieve your card, it's best to do it quickly," Nicolas pointed to the image on the crystal ball, kindly reminding him.
It showed an airplane—the one the Anderson family was about to board.
"What is this?" Hector stared at the airplane, furrowing his brow. Like most pure-blood wizards, he knew nothing about the Muggle world.
"It seems to be a Muggle means of transportation," Nicolas couldn't recall the name of the object either.
"I think I should go. Thank you for your help," Hector hurriedly left.
"I hope everything goes well for him," Perenelle said, putting down her teacup, watching Hector's retreating figure.
"He will find it," Nicolas wasn't worried about the matter.
However, even with Nicolas' help, Hector couldn't find Albert because he was completely unaware of the Muggle world and didn't know where the airport was.
He didn't even know what the airplane was called, let alone ask people for information.
Hector regretted not adding a tracking feature to his Golden Membership Card. He would definitely suggest it to the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association the next time he returned.
Having gained nothing, Hector had to turn to the French Ministry of Magic for help. He requested assistance from wizards who were knowledgeable about the Muggle world. By the time Hector and the French Ministry of Magic personnel hurried to the Muggle airport, it was already a long time later.
The Anderson family's plane had already taken off and returned to England.
Hector became even more frustrated upon confirming that the person he was looking for had already left France. He felt that his trip to France was a complete disaster.
However, it wasn't just Hector who was in a bad mood; there was also an unlucky owl that had brushed past Albert.
As Albert had guessed, the blame for the flying charm being used near the Palais Garnier fell directly on Albert's head.
The British Ministry of Magic immediately sent Albert a warning letter for the unauthorized use of magic.
However, as luck would have it, when the owl flew across the English Channel, the Anderson family happened to board the plane returning to England. By the time the owl flew over France, Albert was already on a plane back to England.
The poor owl delivering the letter suddenly found itself in a dilemma because it realized that its intended recipient was moving elsewhere.
The unfortunate owl had to find a place to rest, eat to replenish its energy, and prepare to fly back across the English Channel. As a conscientious owl, from the moment it received the envelope, it was determined to deliver the letter to the recipient no matter what.
Albert was unaware of these events as he focused on studying the golden card in his hand.
As for the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, he hadn't heard of it before and wasn't quite sure what kind of association it was. However, since it was an association that could create golden membership cards, he assumed it must be a significant organization of alchemists.
Albert believed that the golden card was likely unique and non-reproducible, just like wizarding currency. By the way, the owner of the golden card was named Hector Dagworth.
And how did Albert know all this? It was naturally explained in the mission briefing.
Lost and Found.
You have accidentally found a golden membership card belonging to Hector Dagworth. You should return the golden membership card to its rightful owner.
Reward: 100 experience points, +10 favorability with Hector Dagworth.
It was truly an unexpected turn of events to stumble upon lost property.
Albert temporarily ignored the mission and continued studying the hieroglyphs on the golden card. He had a feeling that if he could decipher the secrets within the hieroglyphs, he could further advance in understanding them.
Suddenly, the airplane started to shake violently, probably due to encountering turbulence at high altitude. Everyone's faces turned pale.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. It's just turbulence caused by high-altitude air currents," Albert noticed that Nia's face was very pale and quickly reached out to hold her hand, comforting her aloud.
"It's okay, don't worry," Herbert's voice came from beside them. His face was also pale, looking anything but calm.
Unfortunately, even though airplane accidents were rare, if you happened to experience one, it would be an entire family going down together.
The voice of the flight attendant resounded through the cabin, attempting to calm the passengers' emotions.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Albert reassured calmly. "Everything will be fine."
Even if the plane were to crash, Albert could use a Patronus to transport himself and his family away before the plane hit the ground.
Therefore, he wasn't worried about the safety of himself and his family.
That calm voice quickly dispelled the anxiety in the Anderson family, and they soon regained their composure.
"Didn't you feel afraid at all?" a pale-faced woman across from him asked in astonishment. It was hard to believe that someone could remain calm in such a situation.
Didn't she notice that the flight attendant on the other side also had a pale face?
"Is fear useful?" Albert countered, leaving her at a loss for words.
Indeed, if the plane were to crash, fear wouldn't save anyone.
Not feeling afraid was simply because he knew they wouldn't die there.
It was just a small episode on the journey back home.
With their feet back on the ground, all the passengers on the plane let out a sigh of relief.
"At that time, were you really not afraid?" Nia still asked, voicing her inner doubts.
"Not at all," Albert reached out and gently touched the girl's head, smiling. "Because I know we won't die there, even if something were to happen to the plane."
"Using magic?" Nia quickly thought of the reason.
"Yes, using magic," Albert admitted.
"But you didn't bring that stick," Nia reminded him.
"That's called a wand, and not all magic requires a wand," Albert explained.
"Truly my son, as reliable as ever," Daisy wasn't sure if Albert's words were meant to reassure them, but she was still glad to hear them.
"What if the plane were to crash?" Herbert asked curiously.
"You should focus on driving," Albert reminded him, then he thought for a moment and said, "I think I'll go to Grandpa Luke's house first and bring Tom and Sheila back."
"Great, we can also bring the gifts we bought in France," Herbert agreed. The first thing the Anderson family would do upon returning to England was to give gifts and bring their pets home.
"How was France?" Luke smiled, holding Nia in his arms and looking at Albert for an answer.
"It was fine, felt good," Albert smiled in response. "I even learned to surf at the Basque Beach."
"Truly my grandson, surfing is not an easy task."
"Albert learned it quickly," Nia grumbled, expressing doubt about the phrase "not an easy task" used by Grandpa Luke.
"Come in, Sansa is making your favorite chocolate cake," Luke cheerfully took their hands and led them into the house.
Just as they entered the living room, Albert saw Tom lazily sprawled on the couch. He walked over quickly, picked up Tom and shook him twice, unable to help but exclaim, "You've gotten fat again!"
"Meow!" Tom protested, as if disagreeing with Albert's words, as if saying he hadn't gotten fat.
"Tom is much better cared for now," Sansa put a slice of chocolate cake on the dining table in front of Albert, smiling. "It's better for him to be a little chubby."
Albert was speechless for a moment.
"So, this is what they mean by nine out of ten orange cats being fat?" Albert scratched Tom's chin, muttered quietly, "By the way, Tom isn't the only orange cat."
"Indeed, it's time to exercise and lose weight," Albert muttered to himself. It seemed like Tom understood his words, as he jumped off Albert's lap and ran to Sansa's side.
Albert: "..."
Indeed, he needed to lose weight.
At that moment, an owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter onto the cake in front of Albert.
"Maybe we should stew it," Albert glared at the owl with malicious intent. He hadn't even eaten his own slice of cake, and it was already ruined by the owl?
"It looks exhausted," the owl had just landed on the table when Nia reached out and poked it, asking, "Should we prepare some water and food for it?"
"Leave it alone," Albert looked at the letter from the Ministry of Magic, feeling frustrated. He knew his hunch had come true, even without reading it, he knew what nonsense was written inside.
Last year, he tricked Dolores, and this year, someone tricked him?
Could this be the so-called "what goes around comes around"?
"Whose letter is it?" Luke asked while unwrapping a package.
"It's nothing, I'll write a reply," Albert smiled and said, "It's a good opportunity to let Sheila take a flight, so she doesn't get too fat from being fed."
Albert wrote two letters, one to the Ministry of Magic explaining the incident with the flying charm.
Since he didn't do it himself, Albert had no guilt at all, and besides, he didn't even have his wand with him, so this blame couldn't be placed on him.
The other letter was written to Professor Brode, talking about their trip to France, inquiring about the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, complaining about the Ministry of Magic's unreliability, and seeking his opinion.
In Albert's view, after the Ministry of Magic saw his reply, they probably wouldn't pay any attention to it.
After all, the Ministry of Magic was just like that. He didn't have high expectations, nor did he expect them to do anything.
However, Albert planned to make something out of this incident, using it to confirm the extreme unreliability of the Ministry of Magic, always making mistakes.
In the future, if he were to truly violate any regulations.
He could use this as an excuse, making it difficult for the Ministry of Magic to trouble him.
"What? You're saying I used magic?"
"But I didn't have my wand, and besides, the Ministry of Magic's mistakes are not a rare occurrence. Are you sure this time it's not the Ministry of Magic's fault?"
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