This night was destined to not be a peaceful one.
Jon did not want to get involved in this. He stood in front of a window and looked at the brightly lit interior.
The banquet had already started and the students were being sorted.
Jon subconsciously scanned the people in the room. Stephen, Béla and the rest were obviously distracted by his absence, but he had no intention of going in to explain. After flying for an entire afternoon, it would be a lie to say that he was not tired. But just as he was about to leave, he saw Snape's gaze the moment he lifted his head.
Had he been discovered?
This was expected. Jon watched as the professor quickly left his seat and walked out from the corner. Then, out of nowhere, he walked to his side.
"Mr Smith."
Snape's expression was much more serious than Jon had expected. He did look very angry. "I want an explanation, why did you …"
"This is just a small matter, Snape. I didn't take the school bus here because something happened. Furthermore, I didn't come in and didn't do anything that shouldn't have happened. I even helped to save him … Hey you, if you're being so serious because of this, you don't have to. You should go take a look at the whacking willow first. I'm afraid that after a while, our boy will be dizzy from the whacking willow."
Snape looked at Jon silently, as if he felt something different. After not seeing him for a holiday, this boy had an annoying aura. That strange arrogance made him feel uncomfortable … Was it because his expression was too serious?
But he always looked like this and did not have a good expression. And in the end, the person who should be angry should not be Jon, right?
Just as he was feeling confused, Jon had already cast the Illusion Spell on himself and walked away quietly.
Snape was confused, but Jon's words reminded him. The whacking willow … That meant that Potter and the rest were there?
Very good.
He turned and walked up the stairs, intending to let Potter suffer a little before going to help. But very quickly, when he turned a corner, he saw Harry and his friends coming in from the door.
But he did not explode immediately. Instead, he walked over quietly.
…
"Maybe he left," said Harry as Snape approached. "Because he didn't become a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher again!"
Very good. Snape's expression darkened a little.
'Maybe he's been fired! 'said the red-haired Weasley excitedly.' Think about it. Everyone hates him — '
Snape's expression turned even worse.
"Maybe," he sneered and said in a cold voice behind the two kids, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't take the school bus."
Seeing Harry's terrified expression when he turned around, Snape felt much better.
"Come with me."
Harry and Ron followed Snape up the steps and into the open, echoing foyer lit by torches. Snape led them away from the warmth and light and down the narrow stone stairs to the underground classroom.
He opened a door in the cold corridor, pointed inside and said, "Go in!"
This was Snape's office. There were ingredients for magic potions everywhere, so the room was very dark. There were many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall. All sorts of disgusting things were floating in the jars. It was dark.
Snape closed the door and turned to look at the two troublesome kids.
"Ah," he said softly. "The famous Harry Potter and his good friend Weasley thought that the train was not exciting enough and wanted to play something more exciting, right?"
"No, Sir, it's the wall at King's Cross Station. It —"
"Silence!"
Snape said coldly. "What did you do to the car?"
Ron was tongue-tied. Snape once again made Harry feel that he could see through people's thoughts.
But after a while, the mystery was solved. Snape opened the day's Evening Prophet.
"You were seen," he said mercilessly and showed them the headline: Ford Muggle Car Can Fly. Muggle Shocked. Snape read aloud, "Two Muggle in London confirmed that they saw an old car fly past the Post Office building … While Mrs Hertiberis was drying clothes in Norfolk at noon … Mr Angus Fleet of Pibbers reported to the police … There were six or seven Muggles in total. I remember that your father works in the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Goods, right?"
He looked up at Ron and smiled even more sinisterly.
"Aiyaya … his own son …"
"Alright, shut up, Mischievous brat. I don't really want to hear you continue imitating how Snape mocked Harry and Ron. I don't care about this at all. If I cared about this, I wouldn't need you here to talk to me."
"Alright, but Snape is on his way to find Professor Mag now. You don't know how pale those two kids are now …"
"Alright."
Jon lay on his roof and looked at the night sky. No one knew what he was thinking about.
Naughty Ghost shut his mouth. He was completely unlucky today to have bumped into Jon when he came out of the castle. That was why this problem happened.
Jon must have something on his mind, but he didn't want to say it. And he didn't even allow him to speak. This was really …
"Have you been lonely for a long time?"
Jon suddenly asked.
There was no one else here, so his question was naturally directed at Naughty Ghost.
"It's alright. I was a little annoyed at first, but I got used to it. After all, it's quite boring to be troubled over something like loneliness. Aren't there many fun kids in this castle?"
"Yes."
Jon rubbed his head. He really couldn't understand why he was so angry at Snape. He didn't do anything wrong … He reached out his hand, and a pen and paper flew out from the window. They automatically wrote a note in front of him. Then, Kane, who had flown out — he had flown back long ago — caught the note in his mouth, and flew towards Snape's office.
Kane was very smart, too smart. He knew how to choose the right time to send the note based on the situation. Jon was very satisfied with that.
After all, not everyone could have such a pet.
But those gods might have it.
"Those people should be very lonely too!"
Jon mumbled to himself. He was talking about those gods in ancient Egypt. But it was very strange. He shouldn't have such strange thoughts.
Was he crazy to sympathize with the people who brought him danger?
"Well, you can't say for sure."
Naughty Ghost scurried in front of him. His eyes were shining with the flames of gossip. Jon suddenly remembered that he could read minds too.
"Quick, tell me. What's the situation?"
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