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Chapter 22 Qian's brilliant move!

The Thestrals flapped their enormous bat wings, and the whistling wind lifted the carriage, carrying Ares to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Considering that his weakened physical condition would help reduce some trouble, Ares leaned against the temporarily modified carriage wall in the dimly lit carriage, pretending to be even more listless than he actually was.

However, this benefited the medics accompanying the patient.

The young nurse, who looked a few years older than Ares, could not hide the admiration and fervor in her eyes whenever her gaze 'inadvertently' brushed against his face.

She touched Ares all over, under the guise of checking him.

But Ares was certain that she was just taking advantage of him.

Considering that he hadn't really suffered any loss, he let her do as she pleased.

The Hogwarts Express crash site was not far from the school, and with the carriage traveling light, it arrived on campus in less than twenty minutes.

The campus, perched atop a cliff, seems to shimmer with a starry sky that shines even brighter than the open fields.

At the physician's insistence, Ares was carried off the carriage on a stretcher.

A gentle breeze wafted across the hilly grounds, playing a joyful tune, while the ancient castle silently welcomed this bustling night.

Ares gazed at Hogwarts in the night—the towers, the meadows, the Black Lake, the Quidditch pitch, Professor Sprout's greenhouse, Hagrid's hut in the distance, the endless Forbidden Forest, the mountains behind Hogsmeade Village... every brick, every tile, every blade of grass.

He can't possibly not miss this place, can he?

Although his departure was not pleasant.

"The professors are well aware that this is unfair, Mr. Warrington, and they also know that the auditorium is naturally not as comfortable as the university hospital!"

A stern voice came from the brightly lit, spacious lobby—large enough to host half a basketball game—and caught Ares's attention.

"However, the school hospital has limited space and cannot accommodate so many people. It can only prioritize the use of seriously injured students and this year's freshmen."

Besides, I don't think a nosebleed is something you necessarily need to go to the hospital for... Alright, if you still have objections, go find Professor Snape and see if he can clear out his office and make up a bed for you!

The huge auditorium was filled with eight rows of beds, neatly arranged from the inside of the foyer to the faculty and staff dining tables at the front of the auditorium. Half of the beds were for male students and the other half for female students. Now, both sides were occupied.

The aisles between the beds were bustling with therapists and staff maintaining order, the noise mixed with sobs making everyone feel uneasy.

There were so many things to coordinate and manage that the owner of the stern voice was also incredibly busy. However, she still decided to come out and greet Ares, not only because of Ares's identity, but also because of his outstanding contributions tonight.

With the help of the healer, Ares 'struggled' to sit up.

"Oh, stay still, Ares!"

For the last few steps, Professor McGonagall quickened her pace and pressed Ares back onto the stretcher.

"It's been a long time, Professor McGonagall... I think we both agree that neither of us expected to meet again under these circumstances?"

Ares had a smile on his lips.

Professor McGonagall, the Vice-Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House, known for her rigor and strictness, had half of her small bun at the back of her head drooping down, resting on her sweaty cheek, but she was too busy to fix it.

Looking at the young man on the stretcher, whose appearance differed greatly from her memory, Professor McGonagall sniffed heavily. Her unmistakably moist brown eyes reflected Ares's smiling face, and her voice, though not as sharp as before, carried a hint of something more—

"For God's sake, Ares, you still haven't managed to shake off your lax attitude!"

Well-

Ares's smile froze for a moment. In some ways, Professor McGonagall and Aunt Lovetz were very similar; both were sharp-tongued.

Injured students continued to arrive, forming a long queue behind them because of Ares.

Percy Weasley led his three brothers, along with Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione, down from a carriage.

Percy Weasley's eyes lit up the moment he saw Professor McGonagall at the door and Ares on the stretcher.

"Professor McGonagall, and—uh, Professor, I'm feeling fine, is there anything I can do!"

In contrast to Percy Weasley's excited demeanor, Hermione Granger, the only girl in the group, trembled upon seeing Ares and buried her pale face in her chest.

"Indeed, Mr. Weasley—"

Professor McGonagall was clearly annoyed at being interrupted, but in the current situation, having another reliable helper was invaluable. She took off her square-rimmed glasses, wiped them, and put them back on, carefully assessing Percy's condition.

"Take the few freshmen behind you to the school hospital, and then... you stay there and help out."

Percy nodded happily.

"I've been wanting to talk to you ever since I learned you accepted Albus's invitation, Ares, but tonight is clearly not the right time—"

Professor McGonagall lowered her head and hurriedly, with a sense of relief, said something to Ares.

"The most important thing right now is for you to get some rest—besides...you know I don't praise people easily, Ares, but tonight you...did a great job!"

For Professor McGonagall, this was truly a remarkable compliment.

Ares smiled slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on Professor McGonagall's retreating figure as she entered the Great Hall, before turning back to look at Percy and the others who were waiting.

No matter whose face his gaze swept over, that person's face immediately tightened, and they unconsciously lowered their head... This was inevitable. Although Ares had not yet begun teaching, he had already permanently established an unbreakable authority among these young wizards in another way!

"Um...can someone help me carry my suitcase?"

After a brief silence, Ares asked in a light tone.

"I'll go, Professor!"

Percy immediately raised his hand, staring intently at Ares, as if afraid that someone would steal his chance to shine!

Harry noticed that the twins behind Percy were making faces at his obsequious manner, and even Ron secretly grimaced with disdain.

"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Weasley."

Ares smiled, gave Percy a reassuring look, and then asked the therapist to accompany him ahead.

"The school hospital is on the fourth floor of the castle, let's go there too—"

Percy turned to his youngest brother and Harry, among others, and said (Fred and George were already in their third year and had to wait in the Great Hall for their examinations). He pointed at Ron, Harry, and Neville.

"You three, help the professor carry his suitcase!"