Chapter 51 Canary Wharf Riders and the New Term
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Hogwarts train runs on the tracks.
"Harry and the others are not on the train."
Hermione searched every compartment, but couldn't find Harry and Ron.
Hearing this, John put down the chocolate frog in his mouth. He thought for a while, maybe he missed the train?
"Maybe I missed the train. It's not a big deal. Just write to the school and they will send someone to pick it up."
Putting the Chocolate Frog in his mouth, John looked at Neville.
Since Neville visited his parents during the holidays, he has been a little depressed.
"Neville, are you all right?"
He asked Neville, and Neville froze for a moment, nodded and said, "I'm fine, John."
"It's fine, there's toffee here, do you want to eat it?"
Stuffing the taffy into Neville's hands, John thought of Neville's parents, the injuries caused by the curse.
"The Unforgivable Curse."
Thinking of the Cruciatus Curse he had used before, he felt that it would be better if he used it less.
Thinking about it, John's thoughts drifted out of the window.
He saw a black dot approaching, and John froze.
He rubbed his eyes, as if to reconfirm what he saw in doubt.
A familiar flying car passed by at high speed beside the Hogwarts train, and screams came from inside.
"Mr. Wick, you are flying in the wrong direction!"
"Not that, that is falling!"
John watched helplessly as the flying car plunged across the hole bridge the train had passed and disappeared.
He said to himself, "I seem to have seen my father just now."
If he read correctly, there were three people in the flying car just now.
Harry, Ron and their father Watson Wick.
His expression was a little stiff. John didn't expect his father to be so bold as to dare to drive a speeding car.
Did he think it was the same thing as a car?
"I can only pray that Harry and Ron can have a whole body."
John folded his hands in prayer, leaving Hermione confused.
what?
Canary Wharf car god?
Forgot to tell you, there are more boats than cars.
Glancing at Hermione, who was restless, John was very considerate and forgot what happened just now.
"Hermione, don't worry, Harry and the others will be fine."
After finishing speaking, John silently added a sentence in his heart, probably.
"Thank you John."
Hermione also felt that she was too nervous, Harry and the others wouldn't be so stupid that they wouldn't write a letter to the school... right?
...
Harry and Ron regretted why they should trust this seemingly very reliable adult.
"John, John!"
Ron was so frightened that he yelled John's name crazily. He felt that only John could save them and stop this crazy uncle.
Harry had hit his head on the roof of the car for the tenth time, and the material of this car was really good, so it didn't break.
Of course, Harry's head would probably fail sooner.
Compared to the two of them, Watson was very excited.
I saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand, and the speed of the car soared to [-] mph with just a slight move.
"Long live the Canary Wharf car god!"
With a cheer, mixed with two weak and helpless screams, they went too far.
...
The second year is not like the first year entering Hogwarts from the Black Lake, but a different place.
On the muddy path outside Hogsmeade Station, carriages without horses were waiting in sequence.
At a glance, there are at least a hundred carriages here.
A carriage without horses makes this thing full of weirdness.
"What pulls this car?"
Hermione was curious, she and John were in the same carriage.
"It's thestrals, a magical magical creature."
John stared at the thestrals in front of the carriage, and he remembered this species, which seemed to be seen only by facing death.
"Could it be Quirrell?" Remembering that he saw Quirrell's body taken away by Voldemort with his own eyes, John suddenly realized.
A carriage can seat four people. After Neville got into the carriage, the blond girl got in before Ernie MacMillan.
"Hi John, long time no see."
Although trying to pretend not to be deliberate, Daphne's behavior of snatching the carriage still exposed her purpose.
John smiled and greeted her when he saw her. Although he was in the same house, he had very little communication with other Slytherins.
Except for Malfoy and the two attendants, Daphne was the one who talked the most, well, the total did not exceed ten sentences.
Hermione saw Daphne, and immediately felt a feeling of natural hostility.
A woman's intuition is so unreasonable, Hermione glared at Daphne.
And Daphne flicked her hair proudly, her blond hair seemed like satin in the night sky.
Neville felt that the air seemed to be getting colder. Could it be because it was night?
The inside of the carriage was dark, with a faint musty and straw smell.
After all the students got on the bus, a hundred carriages lined up and headed for Hogwarts along the dirt path.
The Thestral carriage was pulling towards Hogwarts. After approaching the main entrance, John saw winged boars on the main entrances on both sides.
Enter the main entrance, follow the uphill driveway, and finally arrive at the stone steps of the oak gate at the entrance of Hogwarts Castle.
The students entered the auditorium from here, and soon the first-year students carried by the black ship also entered it.
Hermione still didn't see Harry and Ron, and she was a little uneasy that John was also sitting at the Slytherin table.
Slytherin table.
Malfoy saw that John was going to sit there, but Daphne directly snatched the seat next to John.
"This is my place!"
Malfoy vented his dissatisfaction, Daphne glanced at him, the meaning in her eyes was already very clear, let me go away.
"Ahem, maybe changing the position will give you a better view."
Thinking of Daphne's pure-blood family that was as old as himself, he swore that he was just too gentlemanly.
Malfoy changed direction and sat opposite John, and John said to him, "Draco, you've grown taller."
"Really, I also think I am a lot taller, how much taller?"
Malfoy was really happy to mention this matter.
To be honest, his height has never been able to support his aura.
He always felt that if he was as tall as John, he would definitely be able to overwhelm the annoying Scarhead Potter.
John stretched out his hand and gestured a lot, then shrunk to the height of two fingers after thinking about it, and said, "About that much."
In addition, John is also taller, about two fingers.
But Malfoy was very happy, and he told John about his great plans for this semester.
"My dad promised to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001 to the team. When I become a Seeker, we will definitely be able to play against Porter."
Inhumane.
Malfoy's super double directly turned the Slytherin team into a landlord.
What John didn't expect was that Malfoy was really playing through the back door.
"I don't think it's necessary to go through the back door in the second year with your skills."
One thing to say, Malfoy's flying is quite good, although it is not as good as Harry's, but it is also one of the best among other students.
John's words were very useful to Malfoy, and he felt the same way, but it's a pity that Mr. Malfoy didn't think so.
The sorting began, and John saw Ginny of the Weasley family at a glance. The red hair was really eye-catching.
Snape didn't know where he went, John probably went to catch Harry and the others.
After all, apart from Harry, who else could let Professor Snape do it himself.
About this answer, John soon knew.
Because Professor Snape walked into the Great Hall with a sullen face.
"John Wick, come with me."
Across the length of a table, Malfoy could feel his dean's depression at the moment, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "What did you do, I've never seen such an angry Professor Snape, can you Don't let us get deducted."
John thought for a while, he didn't seem to do anything, but he behaved well.
"I don't know, I'll leave first."
Under Daphne's worried gaze, John left the auditorium.
He was called to Snape's office. There were many bottles and jars in this place, and the contents were either valuable potion ingredients or tissue cut from a certain creature.
John was here and saw his living father.
Well, he knew where he offended Professor Snape.
The son of another family cheated his father, but here he is cheating his son.
John couldn't help but touch his forehead, seeing Professor Snape's murderous gaze, he felt that he could still save him.
"Harry and the others are not on the train."
Hermione searched every compartment, but couldn't find Harry and Ron.
Hearing this, John put down the chocolate frog in his mouth. He thought for a while, maybe he missed the train?
"Maybe I missed the train. It's not a big deal. Just write to the school and they will send someone to pick it up."
Putting the Chocolate Frog in his mouth, John looked at Neville.
Since Neville visited his parents during the holidays, he has been a little depressed.
"Neville, are you all right?"
He asked Neville, and Neville froze for a moment, nodded and said, "I'm fine, John."
"It's fine, there's toffee here, do you want to eat it?"
Stuffing the taffy into Neville's hands, John thought of Neville's parents, the injuries caused by the curse.
"The Unforgivable Curse."
Thinking of the Cruciatus Curse he had used before, he felt that it would be better if he used it less.
Thinking about it, John's thoughts drifted out of the window.
He saw a black dot approaching, and John froze.
He rubbed his eyes, as if to reconfirm what he saw in doubt.
A familiar flying car passed by at high speed beside the Hogwarts train, and screams came from inside.
"Mr. Wick, you are flying in the wrong direction!"
"Not that, that is falling!"
John watched helplessly as the flying car plunged across the hole bridge the train had passed and disappeared.
He said to himself, "I seem to have seen my father just now."
If he read correctly, there were three people in the flying car just now.
Harry, Ron and their father Watson Wick.
His expression was a little stiff. John didn't expect his father to be so bold as to dare to drive a speeding car.
Did he think it was the same thing as a car?
"I can only pray that Harry and Ron can have a whole body."
John folded his hands in prayer, leaving Hermione confused.
what?
Canary Wharf car god?
Forgot to tell you, there are more boats than cars.
Glancing at Hermione, who was restless, John was very considerate and forgot what happened just now.
"Hermione, don't worry, Harry and the others will be fine."
After finishing speaking, John silently added a sentence in his heart, probably.
"Thank you John."
Hermione also felt that she was too nervous, Harry and the others wouldn't be so stupid that they wouldn't write a letter to the school... right?
...
Harry and Ron regretted why they should trust this seemingly very reliable adult.
"John, John!"
Ron was so frightened that he yelled John's name crazily. He felt that only John could save them and stop this crazy uncle.
Harry had hit his head on the roof of the car for the tenth time, and the material of this car was really good, so it didn't break.
Of course, Harry's head would probably fail sooner.
Compared to the two of them, Watson was very excited.
I saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand, and the speed of the car soared to [-] mph with just a slight move.
"Long live the Canary Wharf car god!"
With a cheer, mixed with two weak and helpless screams, they went too far.
...
The second year is not like the first year entering Hogwarts from the Black Lake, but a different place.
On the muddy path outside Hogsmeade Station, carriages without horses were waiting in sequence.
At a glance, there are at least a hundred carriages here.
A carriage without horses makes this thing full of weirdness.
"What pulls this car?"
Hermione was curious, she and John were in the same carriage.
"It's thestrals, a magical magical creature."
John stared at the thestrals in front of the carriage, and he remembered this species, which seemed to be seen only by facing death.
"Could it be Quirrell?" Remembering that he saw Quirrell's body taken away by Voldemort with his own eyes, John suddenly realized.
A carriage can seat four people. After Neville got into the carriage, the blond girl got in before Ernie MacMillan.
"Hi John, long time no see."
Although trying to pretend not to be deliberate, Daphne's behavior of snatching the carriage still exposed her purpose.
John smiled and greeted her when he saw her. Although he was in the same house, he had very little communication with other Slytherins.
Except for Malfoy and the two attendants, Daphne was the one who talked the most, well, the total did not exceed ten sentences.
Hermione saw Daphne, and immediately felt a feeling of natural hostility.
A woman's intuition is so unreasonable, Hermione glared at Daphne.
And Daphne flicked her hair proudly, her blond hair seemed like satin in the night sky.
Neville felt that the air seemed to be getting colder. Could it be because it was night?
The inside of the carriage was dark, with a faint musty and straw smell.
After all the students got on the bus, a hundred carriages lined up and headed for Hogwarts along the dirt path.
The Thestral carriage was pulling towards Hogwarts. After approaching the main entrance, John saw winged boars on the main entrances on both sides.
Enter the main entrance, follow the uphill driveway, and finally arrive at the stone steps of the oak gate at the entrance of Hogwarts Castle.
The students entered the auditorium from here, and soon the first-year students carried by the black ship also entered it.
Hermione still didn't see Harry and Ron, and she was a little uneasy that John was also sitting at the Slytherin table.
Slytherin table.
Malfoy saw that John was going to sit there, but Daphne directly snatched the seat next to John.
"This is my place!"
Malfoy vented his dissatisfaction, Daphne glanced at him, the meaning in her eyes was already very clear, let me go away.
"Ahem, maybe changing the position will give you a better view."
Thinking of Daphne's pure-blood family that was as old as himself, he swore that he was just too gentlemanly.
Malfoy changed direction and sat opposite John, and John said to him, "Draco, you've grown taller."
"Really, I also think I am a lot taller, how much taller?"
Malfoy was really happy to mention this matter.
To be honest, his height has never been able to support his aura.
He always felt that if he was as tall as John, he would definitely be able to overwhelm the annoying Scarhead Potter.
John stretched out his hand and gestured a lot, then shrunk to the height of two fingers after thinking about it, and said, "About that much."
In addition, John is also taller, about two fingers.
But Malfoy was very happy, and he told John about his great plans for this semester.
"My dad promised to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001 to the team. When I become a Seeker, we will definitely be able to play against Porter."
Inhumane.
Malfoy's super double directly turned the Slytherin team into a landlord.
What John didn't expect was that Malfoy was really playing through the back door.
"I don't think it's necessary to go through the back door in the second year with your skills."
One thing to say, Malfoy's flying is quite good, although it is not as good as Harry's, but it is also one of the best among other students.
John's words were very useful to Malfoy, and he felt the same way, but it's a pity that Mr. Malfoy didn't think so.
The sorting began, and John saw Ginny of the Weasley family at a glance. The red hair was really eye-catching.
Snape didn't know where he went, John probably went to catch Harry and the others.
After all, apart from Harry, who else could let Professor Snape do it himself.
About this answer, John soon knew.
Because Professor Snape walked into the Great Hall with a sullen face.
"John Wick, come with me."
Across the length of a table, Malfoy could feel his dean's depression at the moment, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "What did you do, I've never seen such an angry Professor Snape, can you Don't let us get deducted."
John thought for a while, he didn't seem to do anything, but he behaved well.
"I don't know, I'll leave first."
Under Daphne's worried gaze, John left the auditorium.
He was called to Snape's office. There were many bottles and jars in this place, and the contents were either valuable potion ingredients or tissue cut from a certain creature.
John was here and saw his living father.
Well, he knew where he offended Professor Snape.
The son of another family cheated his father, but here he is cheating his son.
John couldn't help but touch his forehead, seeing Professor Snape's murderous gaze, he felt that he could still save him.
