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"Can you believe such bad luck?" Ron said with a bitter face, leaning over to pick up his mouse spot, "There are so many trees, we just ran into the one that will hit people." ”

"Don't say more, let's go, it's better to get into the school before the sorting ceremony." Augustus waved his hand, grabbed his suitcase, and began to drag it up the grassy slope toward the two oak gates.

"I think the banquet has begun." Harry dropped his suitcase at the foot of the steps, crept over to a bright window, and peeked inside. "Hey, come and see—it's in the Sorting House!"

Countless candles stopped in mid-air, illuminating the four long tables full of people, illuminating the golden plates and goblets that glittered.

The ceiling is full of stars, and this ceiling is enchanted to always reflect the sky outside.

Beyond the dense mass of black-peaked Hogwarts hats, Harry saw the new students walking into the Great Hall in a long line of fear. Ginny was among them, and her Weasley-like red hair was conspicuous. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, who wears glasses and has her hair tightly tied up in a bun, places the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the freshmen.

Each year, this patched, dirty, torn old hat sorts new students to four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin).

A boy with amber pupils and some leg inconvenience was called to the front and put on the Sorting Hat. Harry's gaze shifted to Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting in the teacher's chair watching the sorting ceremony, his long silvery beard and half-moon glasses glittering in the candlelight. A few seats later, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart in a water-green robe. At the top sat Hagrid, with a bear's back and a thick beard, drinking with a glass in his hand.

"Wait," Harry whispered to Augustus, "there's an empty seat in the teacher's chair, where's Snape?"

"Maybe he's sick!" Ron said hopefully.

"Maybe he's gone," Harry said, "because he didn't become a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

"Don't guess, we'd better go in now, it's too late and everything should be over." Augustus looked at the two cranky teenagers, and couldn't help but cry and laugh, at this time he was still in the mood to arrange the professor, and sure enough, the teenager's heart was always poetry.

"Perhaps," a cold voice said behind them, "he's waiting to hear from you guys about why he didn't come on the school bus." ”

As soon as Harry turned, Severus Snape stood in front of him, his black robes shaking in the cool breeze. He was thin, with yellow skin, a hooked nose, and oily black hair draped over his shoulders. The smile on his face at the moment told Harry that they were in a very bad situation.

Augustus reluctantly lifted the suitcase, it seemed that there was no way not to alarm the professor to enter safely, forget it, consider himself unlucky.

"Follow me." Snape said.

Neither Harry nor Ron dared to look at him, and followed Snape up the steps into the empty, echoing foyer where torches were lit. The smell of food wafted from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down the narrow stone staircase into the basement classroom.

"Get in!" He opened a door in the cold hallway and pointed inside.

They shuddered and walked into Snape's office. The walls were dimly lit, and along the shelves along the walls were large glass jars with all sorts of disgusting things floating in them, and Harry didn't want to know their names at the moment. The fireplace was empty, and the black hole was hollow. Snape closed the door and turned to look at the three of them.

Snape said coldly, "What did you do with the car?"

Ron stammered. Once again, Snape made Harry feel that he could read through other people's minds. But in a few moments the mystery was solved, and Snape unfolded the Prophet's Evening News for the day.

"You've been seen," he said ruthlessly, showing them the headline in the newspaper: Muggles were amazed that the Ford Anglia could fly. He read aloud: "Two Muggles in London are sure they saw an old sedan flying over the post office building, and at noon in Norfolk, Mr. Angus Fleet of Pibers reported to the police that there were six or seven Muggles in total while Mrs. Hettiebellis was drying her clothes. I remember your father worked for the Division for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, right? He looked up at Ron and smiled even more sinisterly. Oops his own son"

Harry felt as if his abdomen had been jerked by the branches of the mad tree. If anyone had found out that Mr. Weasley had cast a spell on the car, he wouldn't have thought about it: "When I was inspecting the garden, I found that a very precious willow seemed to be in great damage. Snape continued.

"Professor, I damaged the beating willow, and I am willing to take full responsibility for it." Augustus looked at Snape.

"Of course, I know how it is possible for Ron and Harry to cast such a damaging spell except for you, should I give you a tenth? Augustus. "For the first time, Snape was angry at what Augustus had done, as a top student of Slytherin House and Snape's protégé, Augustus had always been favored by the always indifferent Snape, but this behavior did make Snape, who was tolerant of Augustus, feel angry, especially with Harry Ron, which made him even more unhappy.

"That tree is more damaging to us than—" Ron snapped.

"Quiet!" Snape scolds again. "It's a shame that you're not students of my academy, and I don't have the authority to make -44-out of the decision to expel you. I'm going to get the people who really have this pleasant privilege. You are waiting here. Harry and Ron looked at each other with pale faces. Harry didn't feel hungry anymore, he felt very uncomfortable, trying not to look at the big slimy thing suspended in the green liquid on the shelf behind Snape's desk. If Snape had brought in Professor McGonagall, it wouldn't have been much better. She may have been a little fairer than Snape, but she was just as harsh.

Ten minutes later, Snape returned, followed by Professor McGonagall. Harry had seen Professor McGonagall flare up a few times before, but maybe he had forgotten how tight her lips were when she was angry, or maybe he had never seen her so angry as she was. Anyway, Professor McGonagall's appearance was strange to Harry. She raised her wand as soon as she entered the room, Harry and Ron both flinched, but she only lit the empty fireplace, and a fire immediately ignited in the hearth.

"Augustus, go back and write me a check, there's nothing wrong with you here, the house banquet is over, you go straight back to the Slytherin common room, this year's hidden prefect competition, you still have to be a witness." Snape said to Augustus when he returned. Under Harry Ron's envious gaze, Augustus turned and left the basement.