HP: Hogwart's Journey

When the group arrived at the airport in a rush, there were still two hours until the flight was scheduled to depart. 

"Good thing we made it on time," Mr. Weasley sighed in relief. "What is this? A big machine? Luggage check? Why do I have to open my suitcase for you? Hey, put my suitcase down! Where are you taking it?! That's my stuff, mine!" 

After a series of chaotic events, they managed to deal with the terrifying security officer at the entrance. 

Mr. Weasley wore a look of melancholy. "Merlin, why do Muggles insist on checking if we have dangerous items when we travel? Everything a wizard carries is considered dangerous to them! I can't even imagine how many times I'll violate the International Statute Secrecy once I open my suitcase!" 

Robert looked just as shaken. He had assumed that flying would be like taking the train in the UK — no security checks. But he was wrong. 

Fortunately, many people had recently traveled by plane to watch the Quidditch World Cup in Canada, so with the help of some Ministry of Magic staff, the Weasleys managed to board the plane, though they were all disheveled. 

"Wow… my ears are screaming," Fred slumped into his seat, looking a bit dazed. "I can't hear anything. George, George! Where are you?" 

George looked like he was about to break down. "Oh Merlin's beard! Fred, I don't feel right. I think I'm deaf! What should we do? Are we going to have to say goodbye to all the sounds in the world?" 

Mrs. Weasley appeared frantic. "Merlin, Arthur, what's happening? Something feels off. Children, are you all alright?"

"Hey, Molly, I'm right here. I've been here the whole time. Don't be afraid, this should be normal," Mr. Weasley said, wiping sweat from his forehead, trying to keep calm. 

Percy looked terrified, gripping the seat tightly, his face pale and silent, while Ron... 

"Ugh..." Ron had already thrown up.

Ginny clung tightly to her egg-shaped charm, her eyes squeezed shut. 

Bill shook his long hair, appearing the most composed. "Hmm, this feels a bit familiar. Ah, right, the last time I went on a rollercoaster with Tally, it felt just like this." 

"Tally?" Ginny, no longer frightened, stared at her brother, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Bill, are you trying to find me a sister-in-law?" 

"Huh? What did I just hear!" Fred suddenly perked up, no longer dizzy, his hearing restored, and feeling full of energy. "Bill, you actually have a girlfriend!" 

"What?!" Mrs. Weasley's voice hit a high pitch. "Oh my goodness, Bill, why didn't you tell me! Is she pretty? You can bring her home so we can meet her. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if you brought home an Egyptian wife!" 

Bill looked utterly confused. "Wait, wait a minute, are you all misunderstanding something?" 

"No wonder you're growing your hair long. So Egyptians like long hair, huh?" Mr. Weasley tapped his own thick (and slightly humorous) red hair, turning to Mrs. Weasley. "Dear, what do you think? Should I grow my hair long?" 

"Alright, dear, but then we'd have to buy more shampoo," Mrs. Weasley kissed him. "I'd love to see what you look like with long hair." 

The children were practically overwhelmed with all the "dog food" (affectionate couple moments), feeling stuffed from it. Robert could only eat his way through Bill's flustered expression. 

"Tally is just a colleague! A colleague!" Bill hurriedly interrupted the group's wild speculations. "And she's already married!" 

"Oh, is that so?" Mrs. Weasley seemed a little disappointed, but quickly brightened. "No worries, Bill. I've heard Egyptian girls are very beautiful, with great skin!" 

Mr. Weasley added, "I've also heard there's a lot of great food in Egypt. Don't they avoid alcohol and seafood? If that's true, the wedding banquet might be a bit simple... I still want to try the famous champagne tower." 

Ginny's eyes widened. "Wedding banquet?! For Bill?! How amazing!" 

Bill put his hand to his forehead. "Oh my god, what are you all talking about? We're here to watch the Quidditch World Cup!" 

The family bickered loudly, but fortunately, there were no other passengers on the plane — probably because of magic.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, would you like some lunch?" A flight attendant rolled a cart over to interrupt their conversation. "Or would you prefer a drink?" 

"You can order food on the plane?" Fred's eyes lit up. "Do you have cauldron cakes?" 

"Cauldron cakes?" The flight attendant looked confused. 

"Cauldron cakes!" Fred gestured excitedly. "Chocolate cakes shaped like cauldrons."

The flight attendant awkwardly replied, "No… we don't have that."

"How about pumpkin pasties?" Robert suddenly found himself craving pumpkin.

The flight attendant's expression soured. "No…"

"Chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?" George eagerly looked at the attendant. 

The attendant didn't want to continue the conversation and hastily opened the food cart, speaking in a stiff tone as she introduced the meal. "Today's meal consists of stewed beef with mashed potatoes, boiled carrots, smoked ham, vegetable salad, buttered rolls, honey cake, and two types of jam: strawberry and cherry. Enjoy." 

After serving everyone, the flight attendant pushed the cart away, looking like she couldn't wait to escape. 

"This yellow drink doesn't taste like pumpkin juice, Robert. Do you recognize this?" Fred curiously looked at the drink in front of him. 

"This is orange juice," Robert took a sip, frowning. "It's a bit too sweet… not freshly squeezed." 

Fred took a sip. "Hmm, it tastes like oranges soaked in syrup." 

"The beef is bland," Ron muttered, but no one paid him any attention. 

Mrs. Weasley seemed unhappy. "What's wrong with these salads? They're not fresh at all! How can they serve the kids food that isn't fresh?" 

Fred took a scoop of tomato sauce. "Hmm, is this really made from tomatoes? It tastes stronger than the ones we make at home." 

"Cherry jam too," George finished the cherry jam jar. "Pretty sweet." 

Mr. Weasley seemed excited yet disappointed. "So this is what Muggle food is like? It's much worse than wizard food." 

Robert wanted to tell him, "You're overthinking it. It's only British food that's like this..." 

Especially the famous Wellington Sardine Filet. 

As for its colloquial name... because it's so horrifying, simply reading it could cause various physical reactions and even cause people to lose sanity, so let's not dwell on it.

(End of Chapter)