HP Approaches the Magic World

This night is destined to be uneventful.

Jon didn't want to get involved in these things. He stood in front of a window and looked at the bright lights inside.

The banquet has already started and the branches are being sorted.

Jon glanced at the people in the room unconsciously. Stephen, Bella and others were obviously distracted because of his absence, but he had no intention of going in to explain. After flying all afternoon, it would be a lie to say he was not tired, but

He was about to walk away, but when he raised his head, he saw Snape's gaze directed towards him.

Has it been discovered?

This was also expected. Jon watched the professor quickly leave his seat and walk out of the corner, and then emerged from nowhere and walked to his side.

"Mr Smith."

Snape's expression was much more serious than Jon thought. He seemed very angry indeed: "I want an explanation why you..."

"It's just a small thing, Snape. I didn't come by the school bus because I encountered something. Besides, there wasn't any unexpected noise when I didn't come in. I even helped to save someone...

...Then, if you are so serious because of this, there is no need for you to go and see the Whomping Willow first. I am afraid that after a while, our boy will be dizzy by the Whomping Willow."

Snape glanced at Jon silently, seeming to feel something different. After a holiday, this boy had an unpleasant aura about him, and that inexplicable pride made him feel uncomfortable... Yes

Because your expression is too serious?

But he always seems to be like this, and he doesn't have a good face. And after all, it's not Jon who should be angry, right?

Just when he felt inexplicable, Jon had already put a disillusionment spell on himself and walked away quietly.

Snape was confused, but Jon's words had reminded him that there was the Whomping Willow... So, where were Potter and the others?

very good.

He turned around and walked up the stairs, intending to let Potter suffer a little before going to help, but soon, when he turned a corner, he saw Harry and his friends coming in from the door.

But he did not attack immediately, but walked over quietly.

…

"Maybe he's gone," Snape heard Harry say as he approached, "because he didn't become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

Very good, Snape's face darkened a little.

"Maybe he was fired!" the red-haired Weasley said excitedly, "You think, everyone hates him-"

Snape's expression turned even worse.

"Maybe," he sneered and said in a cold voice behind the two brats, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't come by the school bus."

Seeing Harry's horrified expression when he turned around, Snape felt that his mood had improved a lot.

"follow me."

Harry and Ron followed Snape up the steps and walked into the empty and echoing hall lit by torches. Snape took them away from the warmth and light and went down the narrow stone stairs to the underground classroom.

.

He opened a door in the cold corridor, pointed inside and said: "Go in!"

This is Snape's office. There are potion materials everywhere, so the room is very dark. There are many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall. There are all kinds of disgusting things floating in the jars, and they are dark.

Snape closed the door and turned to look at the two troublesome brats.

"Ah," he said softly, "the famous Harry Potter and his good friend Weasley don't think the train is exciting enough and want to play more exciting, right?"

"No, sir, it's the partition wall at King's Cross, it -"

"Quiet!"

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

Ron was speechless, and Snape once again made Harry feel that he could read other people's minds.

However, the mystery was soon solved, and Snape opened the "Evening Prophet" for that day.

"You have been seen," he said ruthlessly, and showed them the headline in the newspaper: Ford Anglia flies, Muggles are shocked. Snape read aloud: "Two men in London

The Muggles were convinced they saw an old sedan flying past the Post Office building... Mrs Hutty Bellis was drying laundry in Norfolk at noon... Mr Angus Fleet of Peebles reported to the police...

There are six or seven Muggles in total. I remember your father works in the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles, right?"

He looked up at Ron and smiled more sinisterly.

"Oh my...his own son..."

"Okay, shut up, Peeves. I don't really want to hear you continue to imitate how Snape laughed at Harry and Ron. I don't care about this at all. If I cared about this, there would be no need for you to be here.

This speaks to me."

"Okay, but now Snape is on his way to find Professor McGonagall. You don't know, but the faces of the two little guys are extremely pale now..."

"alright."

Jon was lying on his roof looking at the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Peeves shut his mouth. He was completely unlucky today. He was bumped into by Jon who came out of the castle, which led to the current problem.

There must be something going on with Jon, but he didn't say anything, and then he didn't let himself speak. This is really...

"Have you been alone for a long time?"

Jon said suddenly.

There was no one else here, so of course his question was directed to Peeves.

"It's okay. It was a little annoying at first, but then I got used to it. After all, it's quite boring to always struggle with loneliness. There are many interesting children in this castle, aren't there?"

"yes."

Jon rubbed his head. He really couldn't understand why he was angry with Snape. He obviously didn't do anything wrong... He reached out and grabbed it, and the pen and paper flew out of the window and landed in front of him.

He automatically wrote a note, and then it was held in the mouth by Kane who flew out - it had already flown back by itself - and then flew towards Snape's office.

Kane is very smart, too smart, and will decide the time to send the note depending on the situation. Jon is very satisfied with this.

After all, not everyone can have such a pet.

But those gods may have it.

"Those people must be lonely too!"

Jon said to himself that he was talking about the gods of ancient Egypt, but it was strange that he should not have such weird thoughts.

If you sympathize with someone who brings you a crisis, is he sick?

"This, I really can't say for sure."

Peeves ran up to him, eyes flashing with the flames of gossip, and Jon suddenly remembered that this man could also read minds.

"Tell me quickly, what's going on?"