Chapter 291

The car backed up quickly; they were overjoyed, and seeing the branches that still wanted to hit them, they almost laughed out loud.

However, at this moment, the car had also reached its limit.

It popped the doors open with a bang, and then Harry and Ron were ejected.

By the time the two of them reacted, they were already lying on the grass.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

With a few more sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground, Harry saw their luggage being thrown out as well.

Hedwig flew out of the opened cage.

She angrily flapped a wing over Harry's head, let out an angry screech, and flew toward the castle without looking back.

As for the car, it was covered in deep dents of all sizes and, battered and bruised, it rushed into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Come back!"

Ron roared.

He waved his wand, which was almost broken in two, wanting to chase the car.

Unfortunately, it just puffed out two clouds of exhaust and disappeared from his sight.

"Can you believe we are this unlucky?"

Ron said in disbelief.

With so many trees, how did they manage to hit the one that hits people?

"Let's go to the castle first..."

Harry got up, exhausted.

This was absolutely not the triumphant landing he had imagined; if Darren saw them like this, he would probably cry.

They dragged their luggage, cold and hungry, and walked toward the castle.

Finally, they arrived outside the Great Hall.

They looked inside through the crack in the door.

Professor McGonagall was calling out names one by one, placing the Sorting Hat on their heads. "They're sorting!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he saw Ginny still standing among the first-years; clearly, it wasn't her turn yet.

But what he didn't understand was that Ginny's face was a mixture of fear and worry, anger and nervousness.

Could it be that Fred and the others had scared her?

"I bet Ginny will definitely be sorted into Gryffindor!"

Harry nodded; he was a bit distracted because he was observing the staff table. Lockhart was wearing flashy green and was saying something to Professor Flitwick, whose expression was somewhat ugly.

Hagrid was drinking in large gulps, his face full of worry.

And...

Wait.

Dumbledore and Snape were both missing.

Dumbledore was Harry's headmaster, the greatest white wizard in the world.

Last year, with this headmaster's help, Harry and Darren protected the Sorcerer's Stone...

Yes, he felt that the headmaster knew everything he had done.

He just let the situation develop to see what decisions he would make.

Harry felt this was a truly great man.

As for Snape.

Whenever Harry mentioned him, he thought of his greasy hair, his hooked nose, his look of disgust, and that sarcastic smile whenever he saw him.

Last year, Harry once thought Snape was a bad guy.

Until the very end, he realized it was Snape who had been protecting him all along.

Dumbledore also said that Snape had once been saved by his father.

Although that was the case, Harry still didn't like this professor.

He felt that this professor didn't like him either.

"Where did Snape go?"

He asked aloud in confusion; at this time, Snape should be sitting at the staff table.

After all, he was the Head of Slytherin.

Speaking of Slytherin, Harry immediately thought of Darren.

He hurriedly looked toward the Slytherin table.

But the people in Slytherin all had their backs to him, and he couldn't tell which one was Darren, so he decided to wait until tomorrow to explain things properly to Darren.

"Sigh, if only Snape would quit!"

Harry sighed.

He was Snape's most hated student, so of course, he hoped Snape would never come back.

"Maybe he's injured?"

"Maybe he's late?"

"Or maybe he's been fired?"

Harry said excitedly: "Because he targets students on purpose!"

"Ha, perhaps he is waiting for you two..."

A drawn-out voice sounded behind them.

It was Snape's voice.

He continued: "Perhaps poor Professor Snape is waiting for you two to explain clearly exactly what you have done!"

Harry turned around.

Professor Snape, in his black robes, was standing behind him.

Those eyes were staring at him with murderous intent, as if he would cast a Killing Curse on him in the next second.

Of course, perhaps it was the wand Snape was gripping tightly that gave him that illusion.

But Harry swore that if killing weren't against the law, the Professor Snape before him might just grind him to dust!

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