51: Canary Wharf Car God and the New Semester

51: Canary Wharf Car God and the New Semester

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The Hogwarts Express sped along the tracks.

"Harry and the others are not on the train."

Hermione searched every carriage, but could not find Harry and Ron.

John tossed the chocolate frog in his mouth after hearing this. He thought for a moment, could they have missed the train?

"Maybe they just missed the train," he suggested. "It's no big deal. They can write a letter to the school, and someone will come to get them."

Biting the head of the chocolate frog, John turned to Neville.

Neville had been a little depressed since he visited his parents during the holidays.

"Neville, are you okay?" John asked.

Neville was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I'm fine, John."

"Good to hear. Want some toffee?" John offered, shoving some into Neville's hand. He thought about Neville's parents, whose condition was caused by a curse.

'The Unforgivable Curse.'

He thought about the time he had used the Cruciatus Curse and decided it was best to avoid using it in the future.

As his thoughts drifted, John gazed out the window and saw a small black dot approaching.

He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and then looked again to confirm what he was seeing.

A familiar flying car was speeding alongside the Hogwarts Express. Screams echoed from inside the vehicle.

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

"Not that, that's a nosedive!"

John watched in disbelief as the flying car plummeted past the train and disappeared under a bridge.

He rubbed his eyes, as if he was doubting what he saw and confirming it again. "I think I just saw my dad."

If he wasn't mistaken, the car had three occupants: Harry, Ron, and his own father, Watson Wick.

With a stiff expression, John realized his father had boldly taken the flying car and was now in a high-speed chase alongside the train.

Did he really think this was the same as driving a car?

"We can only pray that Harry and Ron come out of this in one piece after being with the Canary Wharf Car God..."

John clasped his hands together in prayer, leaving Hermione confused.

"What did you just see?"

"They are with the Canary Wharf Car God? It means they are fine, right?" Neville asked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that there are more boats than cars there," John added.

"What? And what was that screme just now?" Seeing Hermione's unease, John thoughtfully decided to forget the incident he had just witnessed.

"Oh, it was nothing Hermione, don't worry. Harry and Ron will be fine."

'Probably' John added silently in his heart.

"Thank you, John."

Hermione realized she might be overreacting.

...

Harry and Ron regretted their decision. Why did they trust this seemingly reliable adult?

Malfoy then took a seat opposite John. John remarked, "Draco, you've grown taller."

"Really? I think so too. How much taller do you think I've gotten?" Malfoy asked eagerly.

Talking about this made Malfoy genuinely happy.

To be honest, his height had never been enough to project the presence he desired.

He always felt that if he had John's height, he could easily overpower the annoying scar-headed Potter.

John held his hand up to show a significant amount, then reconsidered and adjusted it to the width of two fingers. "About this much."

By the way, John had also grown taller, about the same two-finger width.

But Malfoy was still very pleased.

He excitedly shared his grand plan for the term with John.

"My father promised to donate a batch of Nimbus 2001s to the team. Once I become the Seeker, we'll definitely crush Potter."

Unbelievable wealth.

Malfoy's move to directly double down on his investment had turned the Slytherin team into the new lords of the pitch.

What surprised John even more was how adeptly Malfoy played the system with this blatant backdoor move.

"I think with your skills, there's no need to use backdoor tactics in your second year."

To be fair, Malfoy was quite good at flying. While not on par with Harry, he was among the best of the other students.

John's compliment pleased Malfoy immensely. He felt the same way, though Mr. Malfoy didn't agree.

The Sorting Ceremony began, and John immediately spotted Ginny Weasley. Her red hair was just too noticeable.

Snape was nowhere to be found, and John guessed he was out looking for Harry and the others.

After all, besides Harry, who else could make Professor Snape act personally?

John soon got his answer.

Professor Snape stormed into the Great Hall with a dark expression.

"John Wick, come with me."

Even from a table's length away, Malfoy could feel the oppressive aura emanating from their head of house.

He couldn't help but ask quietly, "What did you do? I've never seen Professor Snape this angry. Don't get us in trouble and lose points."

John thought for a moment.

He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd been following the rules.

"No idea, but I have to go."

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

He was taken to Snape's office, a place filled with numerous jars and bottles, containing either valuable potion ingredients or parts cut from various creatures.

There, John saw his own father.

'Oh..'

Alright, now he understood why Professor Snape was furious.

Other people's sons cause trouble for their fathers, but in his case, it was the father causing trouble for the son.

John couldn't help but facepalm. Seeing the murderous look in Professor Snape's eyes, he thought there might still be a chance to salvage the situation.

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