The most convenient way for wizards to travel internationally is actually through a Portkey. However, this perspective is not recognized by the various Ministry of Magic departments, as Portkeys are uncontrollable. Unless they are products created in conjunction with the Department of Magical Transportation, the destination is under its surveillance. Therefore, if wizards want to travel from one country to another, they must either take a boat or a plane. Of course, you can also disdain Muggle methods of travel as being non-magical and choose to fly on your broomstick or magic carpet instead. As long as you can hold on, or are not afraid of changing weather conditions, or of being discovered and arrested by Aurors, it doesn’t matter. John and his companions traveled this way across borders, later making illegal Portkeys themselves, but they would never deal with the local Ministry of Magic. That’s also why John and Yule had to avoid the Aurors, while Mary did not. Mary’s travel records are traceable and controllable; at least on the surface, there are no issues. After all, she has to bring her child and give David a normal identity, ensuring that he can receive a magical education. On the plane, David looked sadly at the magazine in his hands, showing no interest in the trivialities and disturbances of the Muggle world. Mary thought he was feeling unwell and asked with concern, “Do you want to talk to me?” “I’m fine, Mom.” David pressed his lips together and said to his mother, “It’s just... I haven’t had time to pack my things.” “And—” he sighed helplessly, then proactively asked, “Where will I go to school next year?” Mary squeezed her son’s hand and nodded, saying, “Grandpa will arrange everything.” Seeing his mother say this, David couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “Grandpa can’t even arrange things for himself.” “It will be fine, it definitely will be,” Mary smiled to comfort her son, ruffling his hair. With his mother’s reassurance, David could only agree, “Okay—hope so.”

Buzz— Watching the plane fly overhead and away. Standing on the grass, John and his brother Yule exchanged glances and shrugged their shoulders at the same time. Then they looked at the dozen or so Aurors who had fainted at their feet and both revealed a contemptuous smile. “Let’s go, someone will come to clean this up.” He waved his hand to Yule, and then the two of them Disapparated away. Little Aurors, not worth a hit. For John, money can be left unearned, but duels cannot be lost. Knowing that it was he who acted, these Aurors not only didn’t run away but actually dared to pursue! Did the trolls give them courage?

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In London, Charing Cross Road, David followed his mother as they got out of the taxi and entered a small pub that went unnoticed by Muggles. Pushing open the inconspicuous door, they were directly faced with a row of dining tables, old-fashioned and simple in style. Beside the dining tables was a huge fireplace burning brightly under a Tudor arch. The pub’s decor was just as antiquated, with the inner walls made of bricks coated only with whitewash, and the ceiling did not even have a panel, exposing the wooden beams. The tall, trefoil windows did not bring in much light, and in the afternoon, candles were used for illumination. A wooden blackboard displayed the lunch menu written in white chalk, which included roast suckling pig, game pie, and pickled eel. The mother and son, carrying their luggage, immediately became the focus of attention in the pub. David had never understood why there were so many customers in such a shabby bar. What are you looking at! Don’t you need to work in the afternoon? Looking at the dark and gloomy faces, with curious and hidden gazes, it was clear that Mary had no intention of having lunch here. As they passed through the corridor beside the tables, a wave of discussion erupted in the pub. David listened carefully, but the murmurs were like buzzing flies, not very clear. The bartender was a hunchbacked bald man draped in a gray-black burlap robe, and he looked a bit frightening. Of course, he looked even scarier when he smiled. “Welcome back, Mrs. Rowl.” “Thank you, Tom.” Mary just thanked him, feeling awkward and unsure how to hide the embarrassment of the two of them. In fact, David didn't think the situation was worse now; it was just a bit rushed on their return. But it was clear that his mother was overly concerned about how they felt upon landing in England, as well as the harshness and injustice they had just experienced at the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps the atmosphere in the pub made her quite uncomfortable, and after signaling to Tom, she pulled her suitcase towards the backyard courtyard. Tom, meanwhile, was trying to show David a “kind” smile, but it was rather unsettling. “Are you having lunch here, little Rowl?” “Thanks, but I’ll pass—” David couldn’t find a suitable reason to reject his kindness and could only thank him along with his mother. In fact, he wanted to say: Thank you for the invitation, but I just got off the plane, the pub is too shabby, the circle is too small, and there are too many acquaintances; it’s annoying.

In the backyard courtyard, David caught up with his mother, looked back, and complained, “The quality of the British magical community needs to be reformed and improved.” Mary looked at her son, raising her eyebrows slightly, “You can’t expect everyone to look up to you unless you give a lot.” She pulled out her wand, tapped the third brick above the trash can, and then counted two bricks horizontally before tapping down. A small hole appeared in the dirty brick wall, which slowly formed into a spacious archway. David listened to the increasingly noisy discussions in the pub behind him, glanced at the trash can on the ground, and gently kicked a brick aside as he passed. “Wow~” Passing through the archway, a bustling and vibrant street scene was unveiled before David. He didn’t even notice that the archway behind him was slowly narrowing until it returned to a solid brick wall. “Let’s go, Susan is already waiting for us.” Mary carried the luggage in front, while David's eyes were busy observing the shops along the way. In fact, describing this place as a street is a bit of an exaggeration; it would be more accurate to define it as an alley or narrow lane. The shops along the street were built haphazardly, with varying heights and sizes, even crooked and lacking any architectural beauty. Of course, this is also related to the nature of wizards; they are all careless and bold, with few shrewd individuals. This place embodies the idea that “though small, all essential parts are present,” with a cauldron shop, tea restaurant, robe shop, farm and ranch store, and many more. David had visited magical markets in France and Sweden, which were more spacious and lively, as there were more people there. However, the narrow and cramped streets always gave a lively and intimate feeling, which David quite liked. There weren’t many people in the alley, so it didn’t reach the point of being shoulder to shoulder, but it was clearly impossible to see from one end of the street to the other. David followed behind his mother, his eyes filled with curiosity and surprise, until they entered a deserted shop. “Oh~ I’m sorry, Mary!” A young woman in a purple wizarding robe came out from the back of the shop and, seeing the mother and son, opened her arms joyfully to embrace Mary. “I’m sorry, I didn’t come to meet you.”