In the sky, accompanied by the rumbling of engines, Kayson explained his travel plans to everyone.
"First, we'll go to Netherlands, which is only separated from England by a sea. We can go there first to taste whether Dutch peas or Chinese peas are better, then go to France for some fine grain, and while we're there, see if we can snag some ham from Spain."
"Next, we'll fly directly to Italy. I want to see if eating pineapple pasta pizza with iced Americano on the streets of Italy will get you beaten. After Italy, we'll tour the whole of Europe, including Greece, Croatia, Switzerland, and Germany. Finally, we'll head to Romania, drop Lupin off there, sign a contract with them, and then we can go home to rest."
Harry, sitting in the back, slowly raised his hand: "Professor, why don't we go directly to Romania instead of making such a big detour?"
"Because the Ministry of Magic gives us funds daily. The more fun we have, the more Galleons we get," Kayson explained.
"Wow, how much does the Ministry of Magic give per day?" Harry asked.
"Three hundred Galleons."
"...How about we take a detour to Asia? It's not far, anyway?"
"No, there won't be enough time for that," Sirius counted on his fingers and shook his head.
"It should be plenty of time, right?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"No, no, no, this year we happen to catch the Quidditch World Cup, and I bought tickets... they were very expensive."
Kayson looked back at Sirius. If he said it was expensive, it must truly be very expensive, though that statement was somewhat redundant.
"Then should we shorten the trip?" Harry was a little worried he might miss the Quidditch World Cup.
"No need to worry. I just calculated it. If we stay in each country for three days, there's plenty of time, unless this plane disintegrates next second and sends us into the Bermuda Triangle," Sirius said, talking nonsense.
Kayson, sitting in the pilot's seat, said stiffly: "Lupin, please give that stinky dog in the back a few hard ones."
Lupin clicked his tongue: "Is that really okay?" But his actions didn't stop at all. He unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around, and gave Sirius two solid punches.
"Are you okay?" Harry instinctively wanted to laugh, but felt it wasn't particularly polite, so he chose to temporarily feign politeness and asked.
"I'm fine," Sirius mouthed back to Harry. He then unbuttoned his jacket, revealing twelve issues of Men's Wear from 1992.
Kayson, sitting in front, listened to their murmuring, looked back, and then, somewhat confused, reached for one of the magazines. He seemed to recall that this magazine was only published in 2004... How did it appear so many years early?
"Uh... isn't it bad to read this while flying?" Sirius asked, a little awkwardly, as he handed one to Harry and one to Lupin, then looked at the one in Kayson's hand.
"I understand you perfectly, but can you please not lead Harry astray? This magazine is too adult for a thirteen-year-old sprout like him." With that, Kayson took the magazine that had made Harry blush and casually tossed it onto Lupin.
"Uh... Professor, I think..." Harry said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Life has two main quests, do you know what they are?" Kayson ignored Harry and asked in return.
"What?"
"Eating and being horny, and looking at you now..."
Kayson said half of it and looked back at Harry: "You're probably full now."
Harry felt a little embarrassed by Kayson's subtle yet blunt words.
"I get it. For young boys your age, everyone has a few dirty books under their bed, it's only human nature. But can you please read this stuff out of sight of your Professor?" Kayson began to earnestly persuade him.
Harry, as if inspired: "Do you want to see?"
Kayson's expression stiffened: "What do you take me for? I read Alchemy journals! Lupin, give Sirius two more punches for being an old pervert and corrupting the flowers of the magic world!"
After Sirius took two solid punches this time, Kayson, adhering to the principle of not showing favoritism and not wanting Harry to be bored on the long journey, naturally pulled an Alchemy journal from his ring and handed it to Harry: "Read this when you're bored."
Harry took the journal, looked at its size, then looked at the magazines remaining inside Sirius's clothes, and decisively picked one at random, placing it inside the Alchemy journal to read.
Kayson, flying the plane for a while, looked back and was very pleased to see Harry engrossed in his book. That unwavering gaze indicated he had reached a state of deep concentration, comparable to finding beauty within the book itself. But it still wasn't enough.
After all, those great Alchemy masters could truly achieve the 'golden house within the book'... the kind that could literally conjure gold by hand.
Kayson, satisfied, continued to fly the plane, humming a song. After a while, he looked back again. Harry was still diligently reading the Alchemy journal, and he was reading it very seriously.
His face was even red.
"Harry, are you hot?" he asked.
Harry touched his face, which was indeed very warm: "It's quite hot, is there air conditioning?"
Kayson shook his head: "I'm just an ordinary Alchemist, I don't have those advanced technologies, so naturally, I don't have high-end stuff like air conditioning." He then reached his hand towards Harry.
Just as the latter instinctively tightened his grip on the book in his hand, square ice cubes, as if from an ice maker, dropped from Kayson's hand.
"Wow, perfect! I brought whiskey!" Sirius excitedly pulled out a bottle and a glass from his pocket, then took an ice cube and put it in the glass. After pouring the drink, he was about to drink it himself, then remembered Kayson, who was the only one working at that moment.
"You drink!" He held the glass to Kayson's mouth.
"No need," the latter refused, looking at Lupin and nodding. No drinking while flying, no flying while drinking. This was very good.
The next moment, Kayson betrayed Lupin's trust: "I made an automatic liquor cabinet on the plane." He pressed a button on the central console and said: "Whiskey on the rocks."
Almost instantly, a glass of whiskey on the rocks was delivered to his mouth by a robotic arm.
The two in the back seat were dumbfounded. Harry was curious if such an impressive technology really couldn't make air conditioning? Sirius, on the other hand, looked envious, as a voice-controlled mobile liquor cabinet was truly cool as hell.
"...Is this... really safe to fly?" Lupin asked the only sensible question in the room.
Kayson gave him a speechless glance: "Are you kidding? I'm an old hand!"
The next moment, a bolt of lightning struck both propellers of the plane in broad daylight.
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