Today, the Anderson family all got up early.
After finishing breakfast and housework, the whole family sat on the sofa and watched TV, glancing at the wall clock from time to time.
"It's nine o'clock. She's late." Nia looked at the clock on the wall and turned to ask Albert who was sitting next to her, "Wizards' time is different from ours, right?"
Herb and Daisy were a little worried that Isobel would not arrive on time, as they needed to take a flight to Paris, France at 11:30.
In fact, Albert could have followed other wizards and gone to France by other means, and after the wedding, he could have reunited with his family in France or Italy.
It's just that their family is going on vacation, and it is easier to solve possible problems through formal channels. Albert also thinks that this vacation will be an interesting experience for Isobel. Most importantly, he doesn't want Isobel to reject the Muggle world, although the possibility of this is very low.
Just after nine o'clock, the doorbell of Anderson's house rang. Everyone stood up as if they had been electrocuted. In the end, Albert was the first to open the door.
Isobel stood outside the door pulling her luggage, her muscles slightly tense, and she seemed a little nervous.
"Come in, everyone is waiting for you!"
Albert walked up to Isobel and gave her a hug, then took the girl's suitcase and pulled her into the house.
Daisy liked the smart and beautiful Isobel very much, and was very satisfied with her son's taste. She soon took Isobel's hand and sat on the sofa to chat.
Nia secretly observed Isobel, and even she had to admit that the woman was very beautiful and had a strange temperament.
After meeting Isobel's eyes, Nia forced a smile, but it looked very forced.
Herb was calling someone and asking the reserved taxi to come and pick them up.
About ten minutes later, the Anderson family loaded their luggage into a taxi and headed to London Airport together.
"Mom likes you very much." Albert said to the girl who rested her head on his shoulder.
"She seems to want us to settle in the Muggle world," Isobel whispered. Daisy had just mentioned this to her.
"They don't have a very good impression of that place. They think it is too backward. Maybe they are worried that we will suffer in the future." Albert explained with a smile.
"Didn't you tell them?"
"No." Albert shook his head, "There's no need."
They were lucky as there was no traffic jam on the way and they arrived at London Airport quickly.
"Are we going to France by 'plane'?"
Isobel was curious and amazed at how Muggles made airplanes fly in the sky.
Wizards and witches usually travel across international borders by train, broomstick, or using the international Floo Network or Portkeys.
If there are a large number of people, flying carpets will also be used.
However, flying carpets were banned by the Ministry of Magic not long ago.
They were waiting in the airport waiting room for the plane to take off. There was nothing wrong with Isobel's ID, which made Herb, who was checking in, feel relieved.
"Give!"
Nia came back with a few drinks. After distributing them to everyone, she glanced at Isobel's cup and asked absentmindedly, "When did you meet?"
"We were in the same club shortly after Albert entered Hogwarts," Isobel recalled.
"I remember you were the one who led the way for me."
Albert took a sip. The coffee was bitter and tasted terrible.
He raised his head and looked at Nia who was struggling over whether to drink or not, and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Herb and Daisy often drink bitter coffee, so bitter coffee is no problem for them at all. Although Albert doesn't like coffee that is too bitter, he can accept it.
Isobel had never tasted such a bitter drink before. She frowned slightly but still forced herself to drink it.
In the end, Nia was the only one left struggling alone. Fortunately, she didn't struggle for too long, and the plane took off soon.
"No wonder you think Muggle Studies is useless." After the plane took off, Isobel turned her head and said to Albert who was sitting next to her.
It was astounding that a Muggle could have sent something like that into the sky without the use of magic.
Sometimes, the girl even worried that the plane would suddenly fall down halfway through its flight.
Although Isobel knew that the possibility of this happening was not high, she still felt inexplicably anxious and uneasy, just like walking on a glass plank road.
"Don't worry, planes are safe and accidents won't happen that easily." Albert grabbed Isobel's hand and said softly, "I was also very nervous when I took a plane for the first time."
"Liar!" Nia, who was beside Albert, whispered in a low voice.
"You can look at the scenery outside the window. It's rare to see such a scene in the wizarding world." Albert gestured to the girl to look at the scenery outside.
No matter how good the performance of a flying broom is, it is impossible for it to rise to the current height.
More than two hours later, the plane landed safely at the Paris airport and they took a taxi to the booked hotel.
"I suddenly understand why your family doesn't want you to stay in the wizarding world." Isobel lay on the soft mattress, turned over lazily, and said to Albert who closed the door with his backhand.
The Muggle world is very different from what one might expect.
There is no magic, and Muggles don't need magic. They have invented many magical things that are as magical as magic, which can also make Muggles live well.
In Albert's words, the magic world is a bit backward and can hardly keep up with the times.
"Your idea is a bit one-sided. What you see and feel now is because we spent a lot of pounds to enjoy higher treatment." Albert smiled and turned on the TV, which was broadcasting French news. "However, the life of Muggles is indeed better than that of wizards, as long as you have money."
“Is this what you call television?”
Isobel looked up and down at the large box in front of her. Some images were playing on the screen. "I heard Professor Bubaji mention this thing."
"You can write a book about this vacation." Albert turned off the TV and suggested with a smile, "How about calling it "The Magical Muggle Journey"
"That's a good suggestion." Isobel nodded. "But I doubt whether such a book can really be sold."
"Does it matter whether it sells or not?" Albert asked. "Besides, you can also try to send your manuscript to a Muggle publisher. As long as you don't reveal your wizard identity, it's actually very interesting to look at the Muggle world from another perspective. I believe someone will like it."
The two chatted for a while before someone knocked on the door. Nia appeared outside with a gloomy face, obviously unhappy that Herb and Daisy put Albert and Isobel in the same room.