This Hogwarts is not normal

In the second half of the sky above the Black Lake, there were two extremely fast figures.

They fly side by side, as if in a race.

"What did you say?" Vincent withdrew his right hand next to Zhang Zhang, "Then why hasn't it blown up?"

"I don't know!" Ron in the car slammed on the brakes, but the speed did not slow down at all.

Both he and Harry felt more relaxed than ever before, and before they knew it, the tachometer had passed eleven thousand revolutions.

But the flying device is all right, but it cannot turn and slow down.

It feels like the car is consciously operating autonomously to avoid an explosion.

Vincent obviously didn't believe this.

Rather than believing that the car has a mind of its own, it's better to believe that something is behind the scenes.

"Long press the radio switch for three seconds to forcibly turn off the flying device!"

Ron did so right away, but nothing happened.

"No, it must be broken!"

He slapped the steering wheel hard, "It's over, it's over, we're going to crash into the castle—"

Harry held down his flailing hands, "Calm down, Ron!

There is a way to contact Professor Dumbledore on the train, and he will definitely not sit idly by. "

Ron didn't struggle anymore, and put his hands on the steering wheel, "Yes, we will be saved—"

With a "click", the steering wheel was recessed to the left.

He just wanted to hold it, but he could only watch it fall completely.

Harry's throat rolled, but nothing came out.

"What happen to you guys?"

"The steering wheel—" Ron's lips trembled, "the steering wheel fell—"

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you!" Vincent stroked the Thestral's long neck with his right hand.

It carried the entire carriage, so close that it almost touched the left side of the car.

"The steering wheel fell off!" Ron slumped on the driver's seat after finishing speaking.

"I understand!"

The eyes of the two people in the car were very dull.

They didn't see Vincent draw out his wand, who was slightly away, and they didn't see four heads protruding from the carriage.

"Suitcases fly in—"

Ten seconds later, a silver-white suitcase flew from the direction of the castle.

Vincent caught it and pulled out Grindelwald's magic book from it.

The shock-absorbing spell was found, but the mark on it was not a complete stop.

He closed the book and chanted the incantation aloud while the four behind him watched.

"Shock reduction and speed stop—"

Shock like air waves covered the entire car.

No slowdown, no reaction.

Vincent was sure that this first spell was a success.

It didn't play its due role. It can only show that the man behind the scenes used far stronger magic than him.

Hogwarts has anti-apparition and anti-peeping charms, and wizards have no other way to remotely control cars other than coming here in person.

There are plenty of non-wizard, mana-powerful creatures.

Among them, there are only two kinds that can come and go freely.

Phoenixes are uncommon, but house-elves are quite common.

While Hogwarts happens to have both, they obviously don't do either.

Then, there is only one possibility left.

Vincent patted the Thestrals on the forehead, turned sideways to the four people in the carriage, "Hermione, did Harry write to you about the holidays?"

"Yes, he said there was a house-elf—" Hermione snapped her mouth shut.

She didn't believe it at first, but now she couldn't help it.

The platform suddenly closed, the car suddenly lost control.

The elf wanted to stop Harry from going back to school, and also seemed to be responsible for causing the car to spin out of control.

Let's take it a step further. Could it be that he did the eleven thousand transfers?

"He may have been instructed by those people!" Hermione clenched her little hands tightly.

"The answer will come soon." Vincent pointed to the approaching Gryffindor Tower.

He didn't know if Dumbledore could break the elf's magic, he only knew that he had to prepare for the worst at any time.

"If they do hit, I'll cast a shock absorbing spell on them as soon as possible.

If my magic fails, I'll ride the rogue rabbit immediately. "

He took out a bundle of thick military rope from the suitcase and tied one end around his waist.

"If even the rogue rabbit is under control, you must protect it."

After tightly tying the other end to the carriage, Vincent focused on the car next to him.

five hundred feet,

three hundred feet,

a hundred feet.

Before blinking a few times, the castle was already in sight.

Before it was about to hit, the car seemed to come to a sudden brake, and then accelerated to the right and flew over.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.

Whatever the dark house-elf was up to, it didn't seem to hurt Harry's thoughts.

"This direction—"

In front of the Black Lake is Hogwarts Castle, and in front of it is the Forbidden Forest that cannot be seen clearly even with the headlights.

It's okay to fall into the site of the centaurs, but if you fall into the cave of the sons of Aragog...

"Go back—" He untied the rope on his body, "We can only pray that Mr. Merlin can protect them."

Thestrals flew around the castle and landed with him and the carriage in front of the opened gate.

"Where are they!" Snape trotted from inside to Dumbledore's side.

"Forbidden Forest." Vincent got off its back, "something is preventing Harry from returning to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore put away his habitual smile, "Minerva, you and Severus will stabilize the students' emotions first."

"I'll go with you." Snape's tone was quite firm.

"I probably know why." Dumbledore shook his head slightly at him, "Now is not the time."

"I see." Snape turned around sharply, and walked into the castle without looking back.

McGonagall nodded to Vincent and the four people who got out of the carriage, then turned and walked towards the castle.

"Professor, I modified that car, and it's not easy to control."

Dumbledore knew what that meant.

The magic of house elves is indeed powerful, but if you want to quietly control an object as large as a car, you must not be distracted.

He was near Hogwarts, and had been spotted by Surveillance Magic.

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……

By a small lake in the Forbidden Forest, a small figure slowly appeared in the air.

He has big ears like a bat and big eyes like a light bulb.

"Forgive me, Harry Potter—"

He suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, and the worn-out pillowcase he was wearing was dripping with sweat.

"Fortunately." A voice sounded from beside him.

With a terrified expression, he turned his head and saw a pair of long and narrow blue eyes.

"Mr. Albus Dumbledore—"

"It's me." Dumbledore stood still, "Can we talk?"

Seeing no movement from him, the house elf in front of him backed away in horror.

"I won't hurt you—" Dumbledore watched the other party disappear slowly, and the words he wanted to say stopped abruptly.

He closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

Not in the Forbidden Forest, and not at Hogwarts.

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