It was an insane, but I managed to sneak away from Fiji and those sanctimonious slug-heads at the reserve border with a breeding pair of Fire Crabs to keep safe, and maybe harvest the occasional magical ingredient from. The two were safe and sound in my side satchel as I flew over the South Pacific Ocean on my newly assembled Herbologists Best Friend Broom I'd assembled after nearly getting caught out after lights out the night before. That poor janitors closet, its broom, and a few choice ingredients from my hideout had inspired my sleep-deprived mind to create a new broom capable of locating herbs in the riders minds eye.
HOW I'd found myself in Fiji I will never know. Maybe it was a backfire of my first attempt at reusing a brick enchanted with a Portus key. Maybe not. Either way I knew those butt-blasting turtle-crabs from anywhere when I'd landed on one. The satchel on my side weighed nothing, as I'd cast an Undetectable Extension Charm on it before the end of the trip on the Hogwarts Express. Having 5 whole years of books and the free broom I'd been given to lug up on an arm was simply too much and one of the books gave me the idea.
For now the environment I'd stolen from the island and installed within bag would have to suffice: a volcanic region rich in Fire Seed Bushes whose seeds I'd also found in an odd cave near Rubeus Hagrid's home. The area was dark and closed off, just the way they'd like it. The Crabs took an immediate, well I suppose not fleeing or attacking right away could be considered as much of a liking to the place as possible I suppose.
Now, how am I supposed to cover over fifteen thousand kilometers before Transfiguration, in Class 1?