hogwarts blast

As time passed, night slowly fell.

The Hogwarts Express also approached its terminal station in Hogsmeade Village amid darkness.

Amidst the friction between the wheels and the rails, the train slowed down little by little and finally stopped.

The tanks in the sky also appeared on the dark horizon, and Harry and Ron had already seen the silhouette of the turrets and towers of Hogwarts Castle on the top of the high cliff across the lake.

However, what the two men didn't know was that their tank was on the verge of losing control.

Generally speaking, the cruising range of a tank is not too high. This is determined by the tonnage of the tank and its crawler forward mode.

Even if it is transformed into a flying tank, its cruising range will not be much higher than the Muggle version.

Because it weighs a full 51 tons, not to mention it also incorporates a Ford sedan.

Even if nearly three-quarters of the weight is lost under the effect of the floating spell, it is not something that a Nimbus 2000 flying device and other auxiliary flying magic can bear.

It can carry Harry and Ron from outside King's Cross station for several hundred kilometers to Hogwarts, which is already pretty good.

The flight engine modified from Nimbus 2000 groaned in pain, and Ron was horrified to find that their car began to tremble, and its direction was somewhat uncontrollable.

"Help," Ron coaxed nicely and gently shook the steering wheel, "We're almost there, please help..."

But it's of no use.

The Centurion Star Destroyer was wrapped in a thick cloud of smoke and rushed straight towards the ground.

Kyle, who was riding the Thestral carriage back to the castle, looked up and saw the out-of-control tank.

He wanted to help, but now they were in the realm of Hogwarts, and under the influence of the anti-Apparition barrier, he could not use the Flying Thunder God technique.

Moreover, the tank flies so fast that it is difficult to aim his magic spell.

It's impossible to cast a slow spell on a tank to slow it down.

Kyle, who had no choice but to clasp his hands, silently prayed to Dumbledore's beloved savior classmate and his unlucky friend Ron.

I hope the person is gone...

I said it wrong, I hope everyone is okay.

Judging from the direction in which they fell, it seemed that they were the beloved Whomping Willow of their dean, Professor Sprout.

Kyle's prayers had one more item - hope that the tree would be okay.

With the weight and momentum of the Centurion tank, if it collides with the Whomping Willow, there is a high probability that the Whomping Willow will die without any body parts.

When the time comes, Professor Sprout will kill someone.

Even if the two of them were lucky enough not to die in the hands of Professor Sprout, at their current height and speed...

Although when designing the modification plan, Kyle had considered the failure of the flight device and caused it to fall, so he added a strong shock-absorbing spell to the tank.

But as it is now, the shock-absorbing spell will most likely have little effect.

It's not like he fell to death. As long as he was rescued in time, he could be cured by lying on Madam Pomfrey's bed for ten days and a half.

Just as the tank tremblingly passed over the Black Lake, a roar suddenly sounded from the Black Lake.

"The fifth door, Dumen, open!"

A green storm of magic instantly erupted around Hagrid.

His eyes widened with anger, and he stood on the boat crossing the lake. His legs suddenly exerted force, and the calm lake surface seemed to have been detonated by explosives, and a huge splash of water suddenly exploded.

For a moment, the splash of water was like a torrential downpour, splashing on the head of the little wizard who was crossing the lake by boat.

Hagrid jumped up high and pounced on the out-of-control tank.

He originally wanted to intercept the tank, but there was no way to use it in the air, so Hagrid could only find a way to get out the two unlucky guys inside first.

Kyle stretched out his hand and pointed, and several stones formed under Hagrid's feet.

Hagrid stepped several times in the air to gain strength, and soon caught up with the rickety tank.

He stood on the turret of the tank and punched open the locked hatch.

Seeing Hagrid with his beard and hair standing on end like a demon, Harry and Ron were so frightened that they stayed in the cabin for a moment.

"What are you still doing? Come out quickly!" Hagrid shouted.

The two of them hurriedly climbed out of the car hatch along the ladder.

Hagrid grabbed one with one hand and kicked it hard, shooting straight towards the ground like a cannonball.

A large piece of soft inflatable cushion stretched out on the ground, which was Kyle's transformation technique.

The air cushion accurately caught Hagrid and the two showy troublemakers he held under his arm.

At this time, the out-of-control tank in the air had already passed by the spire of the castle, passed over the greenhouses and vegetable fields in the darkness, and flew over the black lawn outside.

The falling tank flew faster and faster, and with a thunderous momentum, it hit the obstacle in front heavily.

boom!

Even from a distance, Kyle could clearly capture the loud sound of metal hitting trees.

Oh haha, it’s finished.

The Whomping Willow is probably gone.

When the school song is played at the opening dinner this year, such a happy song as the Onion Swinging Song will most likely not be applicable. Let’s just play the Coffin Carrying Song as we did last year.

Because Harry and Ron might be beaten to death by Professor Sprout and then sent away in coffins.

At this moment, Professor Sprout was standing stunned not far from the Whomping Willow, and a branch of the Whomping Willow rolled to her feet.

She stared at everything in front of her blankly, and all that was left of the Whomping Willow in front of her was a broken pile with jagged edges.

Obviously, this precious willow tree will not survive.

The culprit that caused all this, a fifty-ton Centurion tank, after breaking the Whomping Willow, continued unabated and rushed straight into the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

After a long time, Professor Sprout came back to his senses.

…

After Harry was stunned for a moment, he suddenly let out a heart-rending wail.

"Ron! Our luggage is still in the car!"

Ron, who was in the midst of the joy of surviving the disaster, felt as if he had been struck by lightning when he heard this.

"It's over! What should we do in class?"

"Don't worry about this, the house elves will get it back for you." Hagrid comforted.

"That's great, I was still wondering how we would go to class without a wand." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Class? I don't think you will continue to stay at Hogwarts for classes." A cold voice sounded beside the two of them.

Snape, wearing his black cloak that had not changed in thousands of years, slowly walked up to the three of them.

At this moment, the sinister smile on Snape's face told Harry that he and Ron were in a very bad situation.

Harry and Ron hid behind Hagrid, not even daring to look at Snape.

"Hagrid, leave these two to me."

Hagrid looked troubled, he also knew how much trouble Harry and Ron had caused.

"Professor Snape, please don't expel them both." Hagrid said with pleading.

"It's not up to me," Snape said ruthlessly. "It depends on Professor McGonagall. She is the one who can decide whether Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley stay or not."

Harry and Ron looked at each other with pale faces, and Hagrid also looked pale.

Although Professor McGonagall is Hagrid's younger sister in terms of seniority, Hagrid was also frightened when he met the extremely stern Professor McGonagall.

It's really hard to say whether Professor McGonagall will fire these two little bastards.

"It's time to hit the road, Potter, and Weasley."

Snape's voice was as cold as death reaping souls.