Hogwarts Card Drawer

So they trudged along this deserted dark road along the traces of the carriage that had just been printed.

Harry looked at Tonks standing by the gate from under the cloak. Last year, she liked to ask questions so much (sometimes to the point where it was a bit annoying), so love to laugh, so amused.

But now she is much older and looks more serious and determined. Is this all because of what happened in the Ministry of Magic? Harry uncomfortably remembered that Hermione had asked him to say some comforting words to Tonks about Sirius. It wasn't her fault at all, but he couldn't do it.

He didn't blame her for Sirius' death at all; she was not more wrong than others (not even Harry himself), but he just wanted to avoid talking about Sirius as much as possible.

He used to pass this section of the road in a carriage, so Harry never realized how far from Hogsmeade Station to Hogwarts was.

After leaving, Harry finally saw the tall pillars on either side of the school gate (each with a winged boar on top), which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He was cold and hungry, only eager to leave this brand new, gloomy Tonks behind. But when Harry reached out to push the door, he found that the door had been locked by the chain.

"Araho Hole!" Harry said confidently, pointing his wand to the padlock, but nothing happened.

"That's useless for these," Chronos said. "Dumbledore must have done magic on them himself."

Harry looked around.

"I can get over the wall," he suggested.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to turn it over," Chronos said weakly. "They are all under the anti-intrusion curse. This summer, the security of the school has increased hundreds of times."

"Well, then," Harry began to get a little annoyed at Tonks who couldn't help. "I think I can only sleep here until tomorrow morning."

"Someone will come and pick us up," Cronos said. "Look."

A lantern appeared in the far corner of the castle, moving up and down. Harry was very happy, and he felt that even Filch would be able to endure his procrastination with the usual criticism and condemnation, or the roaring threats to use a thumb clip to improve his punctuality.

It wasn't until the yellow light was only ten feet away from the two of them, when he had taken off the invisibility cloak and reappeared, did Harry find the light-reflecting hook nose and the long greasy black hair underneath. Severus Snape, a feeling of sheer disgust rushed to his forehead.

"Okay, okay, okay," Snape said with a sneer, took out his wand and knocked it on the padlock, the chain slid down like a snake, and the door creaked open. "It's nice to see you showing up, Potter, but it's obvious that you think wearing a school gown will damage your appearance."

"Kronos didn't catch up with the school banquet, like Potter here, so I took it for him. By the way," Snape stood aside and let Harry in. "My new guardian to you God is very interested."

Snape slammed the door shut in front of Chronos, waved his wand again, and the chains slid back to their original positions.

"I think your original one is better," Snape's voice was unmistakably malicious. "The new one looks useless."

Snape didn't speak for about a minute. Harry felt waves of hatred in his body. The hatred was so strong, but Snape didn't even feel them burning him, which seemed unbelievable.

Harry hated Snape from the first time he saw him, but Snape's attitude towards Sirius made it impossible for Harry to forgive him. Regardless of what Dumbledore said, Harry came to the conclusion after thinking about it for a whole summer that Snape’s sordid comment that Sirius hid safely while the other members of the Order of the Phoenix were fighting Voldemort was the cause. An important factor in Sirius's rush to the Ministry of Magic on the day of his sacrifice.

Harry insisted on this point of view, because it would allow him to blame Snape for the fault, and he could feel better, and also because he knew that if anyone would not feel sorry for Sirius’s death, it must be the one around him. The man striding in the darkness.

"I think Gryffindor should be deducted fifty points for being late," Snape said. "Also, let me think about it, your Muggle outfit should be deducted another twenty points. You know, I don’t believe any college’s score will become negative so early in the semester—we haven’t even started to eat. Pudding. You may have set another record, Potter."

The rage and hatred in Harry seemed to burn fiercely, but he would rather stay frozen in the train back to London than tell Snape why he was late.

"I guess you might want to go in, don't you?" Snape continued. "Without a flying car, you will feel that breaking into the auditorium halfway through the banquet should create a sensation."

Harry remained silent~www.readwn.com~ although his lungs were about to explode. He knew that Snape's purpose in picking him up was to stimulate and torture him without being heard during these few minutes.

They finally reached the steps of the castle. When the oak door was opened and a hall with countless flags appeared, a chattering and the clash of cups and plates suddenly came from the open hall door.

Harry wanted to be able to secretly put on the invisible cloak so that he could slip into his seat at the Gryffindor table (the trouble is, it was the furthest from the hall) without being noticed.

But Snape seemed to read his thoughts, and he said, "cloaks are not allowed. You can let everyone see you walk in, I'm sure this is the way you want."

Harry immediately stepped forward towards the open door: he was willing to do anything as long as he could get rid of Snape.

There are four long college dining tables in the hall of the auditorium, and a staff dining table at the end of the house. The ceiling is decorated with floating candles as before, shining the tableware below.

But to Harry it was a hazy light, because he walked so fast that everyone hadn’t really started to notice him when they passed the Hufflepuff table, and when they started to stand up and think about it. When he glanced at him, he had found Ron and Hermione, so he speeded up and walked towards them along the bench, and squeezed between them and sat down.

As for Cronos, he followed Professor Snape to the faculty desk, but this time Professor Snape’s position was no longer on Cronos’s right hand side, and replaced by Cronos. His godfather Horace, it seems that Professor Snape has finally got his dream job.