Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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The car sped backward, and they were overjoyed. Looking at the branch that was still trying to hit them, they almost burst out laughing.

However, the car had reached its limit of patience at this point.

It slammed the car door open, and Harry and Ron were thrown out.

By the time they realized what was happening, they were already lying on the grass.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were several more thuds as heavy objects hit the ground, and Harry saw their luggage being thrown out as well.

Hedwig flew out of the open cage.

It angrily flapped its wing on Harry's head, let out a furious cry, and flew towards the castle without looking back.

As for the car, it was covered in deep dents of all sizes, battered and bruised, as it crashed into the depths of the forbidden forest.

"return!"

Ron roared.

He waved his wand, which was almost broken in two, and tried to chase after the car.

Unfortunately, it only emitted two plumes of exhaust before disappearing from his sight.

Can you believe how unlucky we were?

Ron said incredulously.

With so many trees, how did they end up running into that tree that could hit people?

"Let's go to the castle first..."

Harry got up, exhausted.

This was not the victory he had imagined at all. If Darren saw this, he would probably cry.

They dragged their luggage, cold and hungry, toward the castle.

Finally, they arrived outside the auditorium.

They peered through the crack in the auditorium door.

Professor McGonagall was calling out names one by one, placing the Sorting Hat on their heads, "We're sorting your houses!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw that Ginny was still standing among the freshmen, and it was clear that it wasn't her turn yet.

What puzzled him was that Ginny's face showed a mixture of fear and worry, anger and tension.

Did Fred and the others scare her?

"I bet Ginny will be sorted into Gryffindor!"

Harry nodded, somewhat absentmindedly, as he observed the clerk, Sheldon Hart, dressed in a flamboyant green, talking to Professor Flitwick, whose expression was rather unpleasant.

Hagrid was drinking heavily, his face filled with worry.

and also…

and many more.

Dumbledore and Snape are not here.

Dumbledore is Harry's headmaster, and he is the greatest white wizard in the world.

Last year, with the headmaster's help, Harry and Darren protected the Philosopher's Stone...

Yes, he felt that the principal knew everything he had done.

He simply let things unfold and see what decision he would make.

Harry thought this was a true great man.

As for Snape...

Whenever Harry thought of him, he pictured his greasy hair, hooked nose, disgusted eyes, and that sarcastic smile he always wore when he saw him.

Last year, Harry thought Snape was a bad guy.

Only at the very end did he realize that it was Snape who had been protecting him all along.

Dumbledore also said that Snape had been saved by his father.

Even so, Harry still didn't like the professor.

He felt that the professor didn't like him either.

Where did Snape go?

...

He asked in confusion, at a time when Snape should have been sitting in the faculty section.

After all, he is the head of Slytherin.

When Slytherin was mentioned, Harry immediately thought of Darren.

He quickly looked towards the Slytherin table.

However, since the Slytherins all had their backs to him, he couldn't tell which one was Darren and decided to explain to Darren properly the next day.

"Oh, if only Snape had quit!"

Harry sighed.

He was Snape's most hated student, and of course he hoped Snape would never come back.

"Perhaps he was injured?"

"Perhaps he's late?"

"Or perhaps he was fired?"

Harry exclaimed excitedly, "Because he's deliberately targeting students!"

"Ha, maybe he's waiting for you..."

A drawn-out voice sounded behind them.

It was Snape's voice.

He continued, "Perhaps poor Professor Snape is waiting for you two to explain what you've done!"

Harry turned around.

Professor Snape, dressed in a black robe, stood behind him.

Those eyes were staring at him with murderous intent, as if they were about to deliver a fatal curse at him.

Of course, it might have been the wand that Snape was holding so tightly that gave him that illusion.

But Harry swore that if murder wasn't illegal, Professor Snape in front of him would probably grind him to dust!

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Chapter 152 Snape's Memories!

For first-year students, flight lessons are also a very interesting course.

But Snape didn't like it at all.

Because he hates flying.

Also because his rival James was a flying darling.

So whenever he watches this sport, he always thinks of that guy.

Every time he thinks about it, it makes him feel extremely bad.

That guy who stole Lily and didn't even take good care of her is a real jerk.

Fortunately, he later became the head of Slytherin.

After watching Slytherin defeat Gryffindor so decisively each time, he actually developed a slight liking for the sport.

Seeing those Gryffindor brats gritting their teeth always gave him a little comfort.

Sure enough, seeing Gryffindor get their comeuppance was his source of joy.

However, this joy turned into displeasure after seeing Darren Porter playing with brooms with those people.

Ah!

So what if she looks like Lily? Isn't she still Potter's offspring?

The Potters are born to be darlings of the air, and Darren is probably no exception.

Sure enough, he "accidentally" saw Darren grab a broom while standing atop the castle.

And Harry Potter.

They were indeed the darlings of the air.

Snape practically exhaled a breath of air from his nose.