Bang!

With a loud crash, Harry quickly stuffed the magazine that had been tucked inside the alchemy journal back into Sirius's arms.

"Ug.. what just.. hic!"

Kasenhis, meanwhile, dazedly looked up through the small glass window above, staring at the two now-missing propellers.

"What do we do now?" Lupin asked. "Can we still fly without the propellers?"

Kasenhis rubbed his chin. "Hmm… no."

"But I've seen Muggle airplanes—they don't have propellers and they still fly just fine?" Sirius leaned in to ask.

"Who knows? Hic! Maybe the engines are stuffed full of balloons," Kasenhis muttered as he adjusted the control panel and grabbed the control stick.

After all, while the wings on his little plane were ridiculously short, he figured the thing should still be able to glide for a while.

"What are you doing?" Sirius leaned in again.

"I'm thinking maybe this thing can still glide us to the Netherlands."

Harry blinked. "Why do I feel like this is kinda unsafe?"

"Mr. Potter, please speak less and believe in it," Kasenhis hurriedly corrected Harry's inappropriate comment. In moments like this—when the plane had already suffered damage—it was essential to coax the plane gently.

Absolutely no bad-mouthing it, like saying it's useless or anything like that.

After all, at this point, the plane wasn't just physically fragile—its spirit was equally delicate. Say anything like "broken" near it, and it really might break just to spite you.

"Oh, I was just curious, Professor. Can a plane glide without wings?" Harry asked.

"Isn't thaaaat obvious? A plane without wings obviously caaaan't glide," Kasenhis replied.

The moment he finished speaking, the cabin, which had still been relatively stable, suddenly dipped sharply downward—basically as if it had been yanked down by the hand of Lord Buddha himself.

"??? Woah! What's going on?"

Kasenhis instinctively looked to either side—and saw that at some point, both wings had mysteriously vanished.

The gliding they'd been doing up to now had apparently been powered by sheer brute force of "I-think-it-can-fly" alone. But the instant Harry voiced his question about wingless gliding, and Kasenhis shot it down without hesitation, the power of I-think-it-can-fly vanished too.

This strange contraption had been caught by Lord Buddha's gravitational authority, and now the little plane was about to be slapped onto the sea like a bath toy.

"Welp, no saving this. Should I just use Ender Blink to teleport us somewhere safe and figure things out from there?" Kasenhis asked.

"We're not gonna die, are we?" Harry poked his head forward.

"Eh? Nope."

"Then let's just ride it out. Can this thing turn into a submarine or something?" Sirius instantly switched into idea-man mode and offered his suggestion.

"....Worth a try." Kasenhis stroked his chin... hmm, quite reasonable.

Who said a plane couldn't be explosively modified into a submarine?

Plus, with this little plane, he didn't even have to worry about airtightness—just a few simple tweaks would do the trick.

Just as Kasenhis was calculating in his head how to configure submarine submersion protocols, the entire cabin had already slammed down into the sea, sending up a massive splash before sinking beneath the waves.

"Professor, look at that!" Harry pointed toward a blue structure and called out to Kasenhis, who was still caught up in his calculations.

Snapped out of it, Kasenhis glanced in the direction Harry was pointing.

The next moment, his forehead smacked right onto the glass window. "Huh? An Ocean Monument?!"

But he quickly came back to his senses—this Ocean Monument was probably just like that Wild Hunt knockoff from before: a bootleg variant. Because this so-called Ocean Monument... was round.

"Probably just some ordinary sunken city ruins or Atlantis knockoff or something—not worth freaking out over. You guys wait a sec, I'll reconfigure the power system."

As he spoke, Kasenhis casually pulled out a full cubic meter of gold blocks, and the entire cabin promptly sank straight to the seafloor.

Then, he Ender-Blinked out of the cabin.

Since there was already this low-budget Ocean Monument right here, there was no need for any fancy ascent-descent system. Just slap on a couple of treads and mechanical arms to the cabin and call it a day. When they were ready to float back up, he'd just take the gold block out—problem solved.

As Kasenhis Ender-Blinked back into the cabin, the now-converted underwater terrain vehicle slowly rumbled toward the Ocean Monument.

Watching the near 1:1 replica of a Minecraft-style monument as they advanced, Kasenhis couldn't help but marvel at the uncanny coincidences of this bizarre world.

After all, Final Destination and Men's Magazine had already shown up years ahead of schedule—what's one Ocean Monument compared to that?

Unless, of course, the next thing to spawn was a Drowned holding a trident.

Then, right on cue, Lupin's surprised voice came from the side: "They have Drowned here too?"

Kasenhis followed Lupin's gaze—and his expression turned awkward.

Floating quietly in the very center of the Ocean Monument was a humanoid figure, blue from head to toe, with a trident embedded in its chest.

However, its ankle was shackled by an iron chain, keeping it suspended in place, unable to float upward. Dead… though it looked like a Drowned, Kasenhis had a hunch it wasn't truly gone. There was still… a faint trace of consciousness in there.

"Not really alive, can't properly die either, and constantly under deep-sea pressure. That's gotta be one of the most miserable ways to go," Kasenhis muttered, before Ender-Blinking out of the vehicle and slowly swimming over.

He reached out and pulled the trident free, a little surprised by the magical energy it contained. Then, he looked at the blue-skinned figure drifting before him.

"How should I grant you true release?" After a long moment of contemplation, Kasenhis wrote the question in runes in the water.

Since rune magic was essentially the magical equivalent of mathematics and theoretical physics—a foundational system—it was suitable for basic communication.

Of course, this logic didn't apply to Hogwarts, where most of the education was focused on applied magic, with barely a nod to theory.

That bluish Drowned really could read runes—after glancing at the trident in Kasenhis' hand, it shook its head.

"Destroy it? I was kind of hoping to keep it as a souvenir," Kasenhis continued writing. But even as he wrote it, he gripped the trident with both hands, preparing to use its immense strength.

The Drowned shook its head again.

"Oh, not destroy it—use it to kill you?" Kasenhis wrote next.

This time, the Drowned nodded.

"Welp! Here goes nothing—"

In the next instant, the trident pierced straight through the Drowned's chest. Kasenhis sharply flicked it upward, tearing the creature's entire upper body to shreds.

"Holy crap! That was so damn cool!" the people inside the cabin all let out envious exclamations at the sight.

Back inside the cabin, Kasenhis twirled the trident in his hand, its prongs glinting with a faint, otherworldly luminescence. He let out a satisfied grin.

"Well, who says a little turbulence can't lead to treasure, right, Professor?" Harry was awe-struck by the coolness of Kasenhis.

"Hehehe~~ And this isn't just a souvenir; it's a genuine ancient alchemical artifact!"

"Looks like our crash landing paid off after all!" Sirius shouted, raising another bottle of liquor and Lupin just sighed.

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