Chapter 169 Dragon Wing No. 1

Chapter 169 Dragon Wing One

"Can it fly?" Henry asked.

"Yes!" Fred exclaimed, his face showing dark circles from staying up all night, but he was incredibly excited. "We tried it! It's not as powerful as a real dragon, but it really works!"

He pressed a switch at the base of his wing.

The wing actually moved—it flapped slowly, creating a gust of wind.

The wind felt cool on my face, carrying the scent of canvas and wood.

"Not bad," Henry said, raising an eyebrow.

George and Fred exchanged a glance, their smiles widening.

"We'll name it Dragon Wing One!" George's eyes shone like stars. "Once it's installed on that vehicle, it can fly like a dragon!"

Philip appeared at some point and stood watching from the side.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt today, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked to be in good spirits.

"Pretty good." He examined the wing carefully. "It's a little worse than my fighter jet, but it's really good."

He walked over and reached out to touch the wing, tapped the wooden frame, and tugged at the canvas.

Is it sturdy?

"Sturdy!" Fred said. "We tried it, and there's no problem if a person stood on it."

"Shall we try installing it?" Philip asked.

George and Fred exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

"good!"

Everyone was very excited during breakfast.

Harry was telling people about his dream he had today—in his dream, Norbert took him flying into the sky and they defeated a spider "bigger than a house." He stood on a chair gesturing wildly, almost sweeping the bread off the table.

William whispered a correction, saying, "Dragons don't fight spiders," to which Harry retorted, "My dragon does; she fights everything."

George and Fred were so engrossed in discussing how to attach the wing to the car that they forgot to eat their bread.

They were using words like "bracket," "fixed point," and "balance" to refer to these terms, and occasionally they would gesture with their hands to indicate them.

Philip listened intently as Newt told stories of magical creatures, occasionally asking a question or two.

Newt is telling us about his encounter with the Thunderbird in Africa today. He tells it so vividly that even Charlie comes over to listen.

After breakfast, everyone ran outside to watch George and Fred put on those wings.

The flying Ford was parked on the grass, gleaming in the sunlight.

George and Fred circled around it, trying to figure out how to attach the huge wings.

"This should work," George said, pointing to the roof of the car.

"No, it will block the view," Fred shook his head.

"And here?" George pointed to the trunk.

"It's too far back; it will cause a balance problem."

After arguing for a long time, the two finally decided to install it on the back of the car roof and secure it with several reinforcing spells.

Charlie cast a spell on them, and the wings were firmly fixed to the roof of the car.

George climbed into the driver's seat and pressed a switch.

The wings moved—slowly flapping, and the car swayed slightly.

"It works!" Fred shouted excitedly.

George increased his effort, flapping his wings even faster.

The car began to slowly rise.

"It flew! It flew!" Harry shouted from the side, jumping up excitedly.

William's eyes widened as well.

The car really did fly—although not very high, only two or three meters, it was definitely flying.

The wings flapped in the sunlight, carrying the car slowly through the air.

Philip stood below, looking up at the view.

"Not bad," he said. "Really good."

George and Fred flew in a circle in the air, and then slowly descended.

It was still a bit bumpy when we landed, but much better than before.

"Success!" George jumped out of the car and raised his hands.

Fred jumped out and gave him a high five.

Harry ran over and circled the car several times.

"I want to fly too! I want to fly too!"

George crouched down and looked at him.

"After we try a few more times and make sure it's safe, we'll take you flying."

Harry nodded, but his eyes were still full of anticipation.

William stood to the side, also looking at the car with anticipation.

Philip walked over and patted George on the shoulder.

"Good job, guys."

George and Fred chuckled.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

At midday, the sunlight became even more intense.

Charlie suggested that everyone have lunch under the shade of a tree, while George and Fred were still examining the car.

They have disassembled and reassembled Dragon Wing 1 three times, adjusting the angle and fixing method each time.

The car now looked even stranger—it had a huge canvas wing on its roof, like a flattened butterfly.

Philip sat in the shade of a tree, holding a glass of chilled lemonade, watching the two young men busy themselves.

"They're very motivated," he remarked.

"They've always been like this," Henry said with a laugh.

Philip took a sip of lemonade.

"Youth is wonderful."

Newt was sitting on the other side, drawing something in his notebook.

Charlie leaned over and took a look. First, there was a sketch of the car, with some notes about flight next to it.

"Are you interested in this?" Charlie asked.

“It’s quite interesting,” Newt said. “Muggle mechanics combined with magic can produce such amazing effects. I thought about studying this when I was young, but I got sidetracked by animals.”

"Then you can take a look now," Charlie smiled.

"When I have time," Newt glanced over there.

In the afternoon, George and Fred finally completed the final debugging of Dragonwing One.

They drove the car around the grass several times—though they still didn't fly very high, it was much more stable than in the morning.

The rhythm of the wings flapping became more regular, no longer as jerky as it had been at the beginning.

Harry and William watched with wide eyes.

"Can you take me flying?" Harry asked countless times.

George stopped the car and thought for a moment.

"Okay, but it can only fly a small circle."

Harry cheered and immediately climbed into the car, and William was eager to try as well.

George looked at the two of them.

"One at a time, starting with the smaller ones."

Harry sat in the passenger seat, and George helped him fasten his seatbelt.

Fred sat in the back seat, with Charlie standing beside him, ready to assist him at any moment.

The car slowly rose. Harry was a little nervous at first, his little hands gripping the seatbelt tightly, his eyes wide open.

But when the car flew three or four meters high, he started to get excited.

"So high!" he exclaimed. "So high! I see the Norbert Tower! It's looking at me too!"

Norbert was indeed watching him. It stood in the paddock, head tilted back, its orange eyes following the car's movement.

The car flew in a circle in the air, then slowly descended.

When Harry came down, his face was flushed and his eyes were shining brightly.

"I want to fly again!"

"Next time," George said, "it's William's turn."