Michael grumbled, "This plane attack is all the fault of the Scourers. In other words, it's the responsibility of the American Magic Congress! You don't need to think about how to clean up their mess!"
Arthur Weasley nodded in agreement, and skillfully offered a solution:
"We don't need to fix it completely, just enough to hold until landing! Then we can apply a large Atmospheri Charm from the Ministry of Magic, making the Muggles believe the plane was struck by lightning!"
Speaking of this, Mr. Weasley couldn't help but sigh, "But then again... If everyone could think like Vid, our workload would decrease by ninety percent at least."
Mrs. Weasley walked over to Vid, reached out to touch the crack on the cabin wall, and said:
"To temporarily repair this hole so it doesn't show on the outside, right? That's exactly what I'm good at. You all go take a rest."
"How can I let you do all the work alone?" Mr. Weasley stood up, supporting his waist, and casually said, "Don't forget, I'm the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."
Despite the earlier crisis, he also saw the moment his wife got hurt protecting their daughter.
"I can help too." Mr. Kona pushed his glasses up, the muscles on his face involuntarily twitched twice. He stood up and said, "Working together to cast the spell would be more efficient."
"Then let your jellyfish make some space, Vid." The Weasley children also stood up; George blinked and said, "Repairing Charm! Who doesn't know it?"
Only Ron looked at his broken Magic Wand in hand, close to tears, and suddenly turned to his sister, "Ginny, lend me your wand! I'll just use it for now!"
"No way!" Ginny stood up, holding onto her wand tightly, mimicking her older brother's tone, "Repairing Charm! Who doesn't know it?"
Seeing everyone chipping in, Vid's tense shoulders relaxed, and he smiled slightly, not rejecting their kind gesture.
He reached out to pat the Jellyfish Poppet, whispered a few words.
The Poppet did not immediately return to the wardrobe space but moved its body slowly. The glow of spells fell around the hole, the metal extending and flowing, gradually mending the variably sized gaps.
The air inside the cabin became thin again, the passengers on the plane looking increasingly dazed.
The Jellyfish Poppet slowly moved towards the wardrobe space, its unoccupied tentacles reaching out first.
A passenger was originally hugging the Poppet's tentacles like a large pillow, with a peaceful smile on his face, seemingly about to take a nap.
Realizing the giant jellyfish beside him was moving away from the cabin wall, he panicked and shouted, "No, don't leave! Where are you going? If you leave, we're all going to die!"
Another nearby person opened their bewildered eyes, asking, "Isn't this a dream?"
The former mumbled, "Yes... yeah..."
But panic still made him tightly grip the Poppet's tentacles, refusing to let go.
At that moment, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind. The passenger turned his head to see a bottle swaying before his eyes.
A faint fragrance wafted over, he sniffed, and the next second his body went limp, letting out a long snore.
The drill-haired youth held a Crystal Bottle filled with Magic Potion, supported the sleeping passenger with one hand, placed him on an adjacent seat, and then moved to the next person:
"Sleep... When you wake up, everything will be over..."
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his ankle tightly.
The drill-haired youth looked down to see Quivin Martin, who previously hijacked and was later trampled twice on the ground, staring up at him, saying hoarsely:
"It was you... who healed Cornelius's people... It was you... Please, do me a favor, my daughter... Renina... Could you also..."
The drill-haired youth paused, handing the Magic Potion bottle in his hand to another young "passenger" on the plane to continue, then squatted down and said softly:
"Don't you know? Their illness... is actually different!"