Hogwarts trains run on the tracks.

"Harry, they're not on the train."

Hermione searched every carriage, but couldn't find Harry or Ron.

When John heard the chocolate frog that he put down to his mouth, he thought about it, could it be that he missed the train?

"Maybe it's a missed train, it's not a big deal, just write a letter to the school and they'll let someone pick it up."

Putting the chocolate frog in his mouth, John looked at Neville.

Neville has been a little depressed since he saw his parents during the holidays.

"Neville, are you alright?"

He asked Neville, who paused for a moment and nodded, "I'm okay, John." ”

"It's okay, can you eat toffee here?"

Shoving the toffee into Neville's hand, John thought of Neville's parents, who had been wounded by the spell.

"The Unforgivable Curse."

He thought of how well he had used the Mind Drill Spell, and felt that it was better to use it sparingly.

Thinking about it, John's mind drifted out the window.

He saw a black dot approaching, and John froze.

He rubbed his eyes, as if to reconfirm what he had seen.

A familiar flying car swerved past the Hogwarts train at high speed, screaming from inside.

"Mr. Wick, you're flying in the wrong direction!"

"It's not that, that's the fall!"

John watched as the flying car fell from his eyes, disappearing through the bridge through which the train passed.

He said to himself, "I think I saw Daddy just now." ”

If he was not mistaken, there were three people in the flying car just now.

Harry, Ron, and his daddy, Watson Wick.

His expression was a little stiff, John didn't expect his father to be so bold and 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 will have a whole corpse."

John folded his hands in prayer, leaving Hermione unsure.

What?

Canary Wharf car god?

I forgot to tell you that there are more boats than cars.

Glancing at Hermione, who was a little restless, John was very thoughtful to forget what had just happened.

"Hermione, don't worry, Harry's going to be fine."

After speaking, John silently added a sentence in his heart, probably.

"Thank you, John."

Hermione also felt that her nerves were too nervous, Harry and they wouldn't be stupid enough not to write letters to school...... Right?

...

Harry and Ron regretted why they had to trust this seemingly reliable adult.

"John, John!"

Ron was so frightened that he frantically called John's name, and he felt that only John could save them and make the crazy uncle stop.

Harry had hit his head on the roof of the car for the tenth time, and the material of the car was really good, and it didn't break.

Of course, Harry's head could have broken sooner.

Compared to the two, Watson was full of excitement.

I saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand, and with just a slight shot, the speed of the car soared to 200 miles.

"Long live the Canary Wharf car god!"

With a cheer and two screams of weakness and helplessness, they overstarted again.

...

Second year is not like entering Hogwarts from the Black Lagoon in the first year, but in a different place.

On the dirt road outside Hogsmeade Station, wagons without horses lined up and waited.

At a glance, there are at least a hundred carriages here.

The carriage without horses makes this thing full of weirdness.

"What is this car pulled on?"

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 visible only if he had faced death.

"Is it Quirrell?" Remembering that he had watched Quirrell take his body at Voldemort's death, John suddenly realized.

A carriage could seat four people, and after Neville got on the car, the blonde girl got in before Ernie McMillan.

"Hi John, long time no see."

Although she tried to pretend to be undeliberate, Daphne's act of snatching the carriage still revealed her purpose.

John greeted her with a smile when he saw her, and although he was in the same house, he didn't communicate much with the other Slytherins.

Excluding Malfoy and the two henchmen, Daphne was the one who spoke the most, well, no more than ten sentences combined.

Hermione saw Daphne and felt a natural hostility.

A woman's instinct was so unreasonable, and Hermione glared at Daphne.

And Daphne proudly stirred her hair, and her blonde hair seemed like satin in the night sky.

Neville felt like the air was getting colder, could it be because it was nighttime?

The inside of the carriage was dark, with a faint musty smell and straw smell.

Once all the students were on the bus, a hundred carriages lined up and headed down the dirt path to Hogwarts.

The Thestrals carriage pulled towards Hogwarts, and as he approached the main entrance, John saw winged boars on either side of the main entrance.

Enter the main entrance and follow the uphill drive until you reach the stone steps of the oak gate at the entrance to Hogwarts Castle.

From here, students entered the auditorium, and soon after, the first-year students carried by the black ship also entered inside.

Hermione still hadn't seen Harry and Ron, and John was sitting at the Slytherin table, which made her a little uneasy.

Slytherin table.

Malfoy saw that John wanted to sit over, but Daphne snatched the seat next to John.

"This is my location!"

Malfoy vented his frustration, and Daphne glanced at him, the meaning in his eyes was clear, and walked away for the old lady.

"Ahem, maybe it would be better to see from another position."

Thinking of Daphne's pure-blood family, as old as his own, he swore he was just too gentlemanly.

Malfoy shifted his direction and sat down across from John, who said to him, "Draco, you've grown taller. ”

"Really, I think I'm a lot taller, how much taller?"

Malfoy was genuinely happy to mention it.

To be honest, his height has not been able to support his aura.

He had always felt that if he had John's height, he would definitely be able to suppress the annoying Scarhead Potter.

John stretched out his hand and gestured a lot, thought for a moment and shrunk it to the height of two fingers, and said, "That's about that." ”

By the way, John was also taller, about two fingers.

Still, Malfoy was very happy, and he told John about his great plans for the semester.

"My dad promised to donate a batch of Halo 2001 to the team, and when I become a Seeker, we will definitely be able to hold Porter down."

The trenches are inhumane.

Malfoy's super double hand directly turned the Slytherin team into landlords.

What John didn't expect even more was that Malfoy was really slippery through the back door.

"I don't think there's a need to go through the back door in the second year with your skills."

For one thing, Malfoy flew quite well, although he was a little worse than Harry, but he was also one of the best among the other students.

John's words were very useful to Malfoy, and he felt the same way, but unfortunately Mr. Malfoy did not feel that way.

The sorting began, and John saw the Weasley family's Ginny at a glance, and the red hair was really glaring.

Snape didn't know where he had gone, and John had probably gone to arrest Harry.

After all, who else but Harry could get Professor Snape to do it himself.

John soon learned about the answer.

Professor Snape walked into the Great Hall with a gloomy face.

"John Wick, follow me."

Malfoy could feel the low pressure of his dean at the moment from the length of a table, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What have you done, I've never seen such an angry Professor Snape, don't let us be deducted points." ”

John thought about it, he didn't seem to be doing anything, he was in order.

"I don't know, I'll leave first."

Under Daphne's worried gaze, John left the Great Hall.

He was called to Snape's office, which was filled with jars and jars of potions of great value or tissue cut from a creature.

Here, John saw his father.

Well, he knew where he had offended Professor Snape.

Other sons' pit fathers, but here they are dad's pit sons.

John couldn't help but hold his forehead, looking at Professor Snape's eyes that wanted to kill, he felt that he could still save it.