Chapter 822
Repair
Chapter 822 Repair
The entrance to the wardrobe space wasn't wide, but it seemed to connect to a conveyor belt in some otherworldly factory, with stone golems forming a torrent that rushed towards the hole that had been drilled out without stopping.
These puppets follow the style of other puppet pets on the market, and are basically only the size of a fist. The sand and dry ice blocks that they carry on their heads or in their arms are also small and exquisite.
These doll-like little things, in a different context, will only make people feel lively and cute.
But at that moment, the people who were still in shock and crowded in the aisle jumped onto the seats on both sides to escape, just like Moses parting the sea.
One burly man even jumped into the arms of a passenger wearing glasses, who hugged him tightly without hesitation, and the two huddled together in their seats, shivering.
Another person had their leg broken in the crowd and, unable to dodge, watched helplessly as the puppets climbed onto them, letting out a shrill scream—as if these little guys were drilling right through them.
The young man in the hoodie couldn't stand it anymore, reached out and pulled him to a seat, coldly saying, "Shut up!"
Although the passenger with the broken leg did not witness the other party kicking the assassin, under that cold gaze, he still endured the pain and wisely shut his mouth immediately.
The puppets clattered and clattered towards the opening, and people, terrified and bewildered, made way for this inhuman group. Even the wizard in the cabin instinctively shut his mouth.
Ron took the opportunity to retrieve his wand, which had broken into several pieces, and tenderly stroked the broken ends.
When he saw the small army of puppets walk past him, he couldn't help but get goosebumps.
Ron muttered, "Wade, he actually carries around such a huge group of puppets... It's kind of creepy..."
"What do you know!"
Fred patted his brother's head, rested his chin on the back of his seat, and said with shining eyes:
"How cool is it to have a disciplined army at your side!"
Ron thought for a moment and said, "Okay...it really is cool."
Is it cool? But when others also want this kind of "coolness," a peaceful and tranquil life becomes a luxury.
Michael clenched his fists anxiously, remaining silent.
—Just now, he pointed out the suspicious nature of the bald man in public, and was almost blown out of the plane by a strong wind. At this moment, a jellyfish tentacle is still hovering around them.
Michael didn't find the jellyfish frightening at all, but Mrs. Conner seemed to be about to faint.
Some things can be simply appreciated when viewed through a screen, but once they appear in front of you, you just wish they were further away.
"Click click click click..."
The puppets' synchronized steps seemed to cause the machine to tremble slightly, and only one person could still move freely inside it.
Wade strode through the gaps between the puppets and came to the small, smoking hole drilled by an electric drill. He crouched down and saw bright red flames burning fiercely on the lower level, emitting a pungent odor.
The next puppet to arrive took off the jar on its head and precisely sprinkled the dry ice cubes, which looked like white salt grains, into the hole.
"Tsk-tsk-"
As the dry ice falls, it expands in volume and quickly becomes the size of a brick.
A large amount of thick, icy white mist surged out as if it were alive, carrying a bone-chilling cold, and quickly spread across the ground.
However, the flames released by the Purifiers did not seem to be ordinary flames; the mist only temporarily repelled them, but could not extinguish them completely.
But even the various flames in the magical world (including Fiendfire) must follow a fundamental law of physics—
Combustion requires a combustible material!
Vader touched the hole with his wand, and the tip of the wand touched the metal edge of the hole. The metal was immediately softened and pushed away by an invisible force, silently expanding into a neat hole large enough to throw a basketball in.
Without his command, the stone golems, who were waiting with sandbags on their heads, moved in unison and threw down the heavy sandbags without hesitation. Then they took out small shovels and wheelbarrows and jumped down themselves.
Behind them, more magical puppets transported sand from the wardrobe space and poured it down through the opening; inside, the heat-resistant stone puppets acted as laborers, tirelessly filling the fire with sand.
The entire scene was efficient and calm, with a sense of order that transcended human capabilities and was unsettling.
The economy class and cargo hold of the plane seemed to have become a miniature construction site, with many busy "workers" coming and going, all well-trained.
If luggage or obstacles block their path, some will cleverly go around them, while others will grumble and complain, clumsily and stubbornly crawling over with their short legs.
This fairytale-like scene greatly soothed the passengers' tense nerves. They curled up in their seats, their eyes filled with a daze, some even wearing strange smiles.
Suddenly, one of the passengers, wearing a floral shirt, stood up from his seat, raised his arm, and shouted:
"I get it! This is a dream, I must be dreaming! Hahaha... I never knew dreams could be so real!"
His face was filled with a relieved and ecstatic joy. He stood there and jumped up and down, humming a tune that was out of tune.
This sentence was like a revelation, instantly waking up the other passengers whose minds were like mush.
"Oh yeah... it was just a dream... hahaha..."
"I knew it! How could it be true! Hijacking, giant jellyfish, people flying in the sky, and countless little dwarfs running out of a closet..."
"Yes, yes, I'm dreaming. So you're all people in my dream?"
"Nonsense! I am the one who dreamed this dream!"
People looked on with sudden realization, their fear seemed to have vanished, and their wounds no longer hurt. Some even ran to the wardrobe space, trying to crawl inside to take a look, only to be swatted away by the jellyfish!
—Is it a dream?
Thomas O'Brien was in a daze, almost ready to accept this explanation and escape the absurd reality.
But then he saw the young man with the electric drill in his palm kneeling beside Wade, asking in a low voice:
"If they all pretend they're dreaming, wouldn't it be easier to clean up the mess? But I always feel like these guys... they really do look like they're going crazy?"
Seeing that the fire below was gradually under control, Wade withdrew his gaze from the hole, glanced at the crowd whose faces wore relieved smiles but whose eyes were bloodshot, and nodded slightly.
“You’re right. If left unchecked, these people will likely suffer severe psychological trauma and may struggle to distinguish between reality and illusion in the future.”
"So... what do you mean..." the young man said in a low voice, as if seeking instructions.
“Go to your spatial storage and fetch a bottle of the Water of Life and Death… and a healing potion.” Wade stood up and said, “It’s time to bring this beautiful dream to an end.”
"Got it!"
The drill-wielding youth grinned, turned, and strode quickly toward the wardrobe space. Some of the crazed passengers, seeing him pass by, tried to pull him along to experience the wonder of the dream, but he decisively pushed them away. Only then did Wade have a moment to look at the crack on the side wall of the plane, currently blocked by jellyfish.
As he approached, the jellyfish puppet extended one of its tentacles, waving it in front of Wade like a puppy. It only withdrew after he reached out and touched it.
Wade observed intently for a moment, then reached out and touched the jagged cracks on the bulkhead.
In theory, any broken object can be repaired using the spell "Restore to its original state," but in practice, it's not that easy. Otherwise, the House of Requirement wouldn't have been piled high with junk.
This spell has a "time reversal" effect when repairing simple, small objects such as glasses, window glass, or water cups, allowing for a perfectly restored appearance.
But magic is not omnipotent, and the application of healing spells has significant limitations—
If the damage is caused by a spell, the spell's effect will be greatly reduced, and in severe cases, it may even be completely ineffective, such as the abandoned tables, chairs, and stone statues at Hogwarts.
Apart from simple little things like quill pens, most magical items cannot be directly repaired by a spell, such as two-way mirrors, wands, or vanishing cabinets;
Needless to say, the magical damage suffered by living beings was immense; otherwise, Moody wouldn't have ended up in his current crippled state.
Repair spells are equally ineffective on complex machines made by Muggles. Wizards would not attempt to repair a car or radio with spells because after the spell is cast, only the exterior is "restored to its original state," while the internal precision components and electronic systems cannot be perfectly repaired.
Fortunately, the damage to the aircraft was limited to the bulkhead itself. The purger seemed to have little knowledge of the aircraft's structure, or perhaps because he didn't have enough time, the damage he caused in his haste did not affect the important wiring and pipes.
The nerves and blood vessels were preserved, and the aircraft only suffered some superficial injuries, which is why it was able to maintain its flight attitude after the hole was blocked.
Unfortunately, such a behemoth was far beyond the scope of what the repair spell could handle perfectly.
Even though Vader's magical abilities far surpassed his peers, he could at most perform a superficial and crude repair. By using a Confusion Charm upon landing, he could ensure that ordinary people at the airport wouldn't notice anything amiss, but he couldn't truly restore the plane to its original condition.
Under the influence of the curse, even if an aircraft looks perfect and brand new on the outside, it may suddenly break apart and disintegrate when it is subjected to high speed and high pressure after takeoff.
Suddenly, a thought involuntarily flashed through Wade's mind: what if Dumbledore were here...
With the principal's unfathomable magic and understanding of the nature of magic... even if he is also unaware of the subtle and intricate structure inside the aircraft, can he "convince" these metals to obey his will and restore them to their original state?
Or, if those time particles that can cause a "time reversal" effect were applied to an airplane, could they restore it to its state a quarter of an hour earlier?
Perhaps because Vader was lost in deep thought, he exuded a focused and solemn aura, which made the wizards in the cabin tense up.
“Wade”.
Michael asked nervously, "Is...is there some other serious problem?"
—Could there be some fatal, undiscovered hidden danger in this ill-fated plane?
Wade withdrew his hand and sighed, "I was just thinking that patching up this hole won't be an easy task."
Upon hearing this, everyone relaxed and couldn't help but smile.
“Really, there’s no need to be so thorough, Wade.”
Michael muttered, "This plane attack is all the Purifiers' fault, in other words, the Magical Congress of the United States' responsibility! You don't need to worry about how to clean up the mess for them!"
Arthur Weasley nodded in agreement, expertly offering a solution:
"It doesn't need to be completely repaired, just hold on until it can land! After that, we can apply to the Ministry of Magic for a large-scale weather charm so that Muggles will think the plane was damaged by lightning!"
At this point, Mr. Weasley couldn't help but sigh, "But then again... if everyone thought like Wade, we'd have at least 90% less work."
Mrs. Weasley walked over to Wade, reached out and touched the crack in the bulkhead, and said:
"We need to repair this hole so that it's not visible from the outside, right? That's exactly what I'm good at. You all go and rest."
“How can I let you do all the work?” Mr. Weasley said, standing up with his hand on his back. “Don’t forget, I’m the head of the Department for the Prevention of the Misuse of Muggle Articles.”
Despite the critical situation, he also witnessed his wife being injured while protecting their daughter.
“I can help too.” Mr. Kona pushed up his glasses, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He stood up and said, “It’ll be more efficient if everyone casts the spell together.”
“Then make room for your jellyfish, Wade.” The Weasley children all stood up, and George blinked and said, “A Healing Charm! Who doesn’t know that?”
Only Ron, looking at his broken wand, was on the verge of tears. Suddenly, he turned to his sister and said, "Ginny, lend me your wand! I'll just use it for a bit!"
“No way!” Ginny stood up without hesitation, gripping her wand tightly, and mimicked her brother’s tone, saying, “A restoration charm! Who doesn’t know that?”
Seeing everyone contributing their efforts, Wade's tense shoulders relaxed, and he smiled slightly, not refusing their kindness.
He reached out and patted the jellyfish puppet, whispering a few words.
The puppet did not immediately return to the wardrobe space, but slowly moved its body. The light of the spell fell on the vicinity of the hole, and the metal stretched and flowed, gradually closing up the gaps of all sizes.
The air inside the cabin became thin again, and the passengers on the plane looked increasingly dazed and confused.
The jellyfish puppet gradually moved towards the wardrobe space, its few free tentacles reaching out first.
One passenger was hugging the puppet's tentacles like a giant pillow, with a reassuring smile on his face, as if he was about to take a nap.
Noticing the giant jellyfish beside him moving away from the bulkhead, he cried out in alarm, "No, don't run! Where are you going? If you leave, we'll all die!"
The other person next to him opened his bewildered eyes and asked, "Isn't this a dream?"
The former murmured, "Yes...yes..."
But the panic made him hold tightly to the puppet's tentacles and refuse to let go.
Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind. The passenger turned around and saw a bottle waving in front of him.
A faint fragrance wafted over, he sniffed, and the next second his body went limp, emitting a long snore.
The young man with the electric drill held a crystal bottle filled with magic potions. He supported the unconscious passenger with one hand, placed him on a seat next to him, and then moved on to the next person.
"Sleep now... When you wake up, it will all be over..."
Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly.
The young man with the electric drill looked down and saw Quvin Martin, who had hijacked the plane earlier and was later lying on the ground and trampled on twice, staring intently at him, his voice hoarse as he said:
"It's you...the ones who healed Cornelius...it's you...please, have mercy on my daughter...Raenina...could she also..."
The young man with the electric drill paused, then casually handed the potion bottle to another young "passenger" on the plane, gesturing for him to continue. He then crouched down and said in a gentle voice:
"Don't you know? Their illnesses... are actually different!"
(End of this chapter)