Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Just as the atmosphere was about to explode, the "disabled man" suddenly turned his head and viciously glared at the two passengers quietly approaching him, shouting sternly:

"What do you think you're doing?"

One passenger backed away with an awkward smile, while the other calmly said, "Can I swap myself as a hostage for this lady? You hijacking me is just the same."

"Oh my, he's so brave!" Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but say admiringly.

"Dad, can we use magic?" The twins quickly petitioned, "I can make him faint in no time!"

"No, hold on for now! There are too many Muggles here!"

Mr. Weasley hurriedly stopped them, "Let's see how the Muggles handle it first!"

"If something needs to be done, it should be your father and I who do it!" Mrs. Weasley glared fiercely at the restless children, "You all sit still—Ron, don't take that thing out!"

Ron sheepishly put his magic wand away.

The wizards did not seem particularly tense, as for them, making someone faint silently was incredibly easy.

Moreover, using magic to protect oneself in a severely urgent situation, even with many Muggles around, would not constitute a violation of the "Confidentiality Law." It would just make the follow-up work troublesome, and they might face review from the Ministry of Magic.

Soon after, the group heard the "disabled man" sneer and say:

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to... I'm not the only one on this plane!"

As everyone's expressions changed dramatically, the "disabled man" looked around at everyone and shouted loudly:

"Listen carefully, if I'm taken down or don't see the results I want, my people will blow this up immediately! Do you understand?"

The chief steward raised his hands, trying hard to force a smile, slowly walking towards the hijacker, his voice trembling slightly:

"Sir, please stay calm, I know you don't want to do this, I... I'm here to help you. Please tell us what you need?"

The hijacker tightened his arm around the hostage stewardess, Eliza, the blade pointing at the chief steward, commanding:

"I don't want any nonsense, connect me to the captain! Immediately!"

"Ok... okay."

The chief steward guided the hijacker to the front kitchen, while another stewardess picked up the portable device, her face barely managing a smile as she trembled and said:

"Passengers please return to your seats and stay calm... We will certainly resolve this crisis properly and lead everyone safely back to the ground."

...

As everyone gradually dispersed, the four Scourers looked at each other.

"What's going on? That guy isn't really planning to blow up the plane?" said the man in the black jacket, in a low voice.

"It seems that way... As long as the captain agrees to his demands, this crisis can definitely be resolved," said the short-haired man with a grim face.

"It's up to us." said the triangular-eyed man anxiously, "There's not much time... if the plane gets closer to the United Kingdom, it will be too late to act!"

The distance is too close; even if the plane explodes, the wizards can Apparate to escape, making their "sacrifice" meaningless.

"Then follow the plan, split up and act..."

Before the woman with glasses could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a shadow over her head. She looked up slowly to see a two-meter-tall man staring at her gloomily.

—Oh no! We've been overheard!

Her hand moved towards her back waist, where a folding porcelain knife was hidden.

Right at that moment, she heard the two-meter-tall man angrily shout, "Hey! You won't forget the damage you've caused us, will you? Pay up!"

The woman beside him also nodded vigorously.

The woman with glasses was stunned—facing imminent danger, and you're still worried about that tattered garment? Just how valuable is it!

"How much compensation? Just how much do you want us to pay?"

The short-haired man didn't want to entangle with them, suppressing his anger and impatience, and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, his hand instinctively moving towards the weapon hidden in his pocket.

"Of course, it's..."

The two-meter-tall man, with a triumphant smile, casually stretched out his fan-like hand, seemingly about to name an astronomical figure.

However, just as he was about to speak, his fingers suddenly snapped shut, and his wrist flicked violently like a whip!

"Pa!"

A resounding slap cut through the air and landed solidly on the side of the short-haired man's face!

Before he could even realize what happened, his whole body seemed to be hit by an invisible giant log, his head snapping to the side, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

At almost the same instant, the woman bystander clenched her fist, her knuckles slightly sticking out, and skillfully avoided the hard skull, delivering a precise punch to the man in the black jacket's temple!

Without even a groan, the man's eyes rolled upwards, and he fell forward rigidly.

"Ah—"

The stewardess, who hadn't yet recovered from the hijacking event, saw this scene and couldn't help but let out a piercing scream.

The passengers were confused, to say the least, and even the "disabled man," who was heading towards the front kitchen, instantly turned around, thinking someone had dared to attack him.

But upon seeing the scene in the aisle, even he was at a loss for words.

In the brief moment when the hijacker turned around, the two-meter-tall man did not stop his assault, his right leg kicking out like a spring, instantly hitting the triangular-eyed man's abdomen!

"Ugh!"

The triangular-eyed man let out a short grunt, nearly spitting out his intestines, and rolled his eyes before losing consciousness as he hit the floor.

"Yaaah—"

The woman with glasses was so terrified by the scene that she let out a scream, quickly drawing out her porcelain knife and desperately lunging it towards the woman bystander!

"Pssht!"

The blade entered the body, but the sensation was unexpectedly hard and hesitating, as though it was blocked by something hard after just half an inch, completely unlike the feel of flesh and blood!

The woman with glasses had a mixed expression of fear and madness momentarily solidified on her face, her eyes slightly confused.

In that pause, the woman bystander smiled faintly, reached out her right hand like a pair of iron tongs, and grabbed the glasses woman's neck, then slammed it down forcefully!

"Bang!"

The irresistible force slammed the body heavily onto the floor, causing the entire plane to seem to shake slightly.

The woman with glasses blacked out, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and as soon as the other loosened her grip, she collapsed like a lifeless puppet.

The whole process took only a few breaths, and all four were already lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

Only the suppressed gasps of the passengers filled the economy class, everyone as silent as if they were in icy fear, even the "disabled man" had clarity in his eyes for a moment.

If earlier... these two had also come for him...

He shivered and nearly dropped the microphone from his grasp.

Meanwhile, from the receiver came the captain's voice:

"Hello, sir. I am the captain of this aircraft, and I've heard your demands. I am responsible for the safety of you and all the passengers. Please tell me specifically what you need?"