Snape's Retribution

"Can you believe in such bad luck?" said Ron with a sullen face, leaning over to pick up his mouse Scabbers. "So many trees, we just hit the one that hits people."

"Stop talking, let's go, it's best to get into the school before the sorting ceremony." Augustus waved his hand, grabbed the suitcase, and began to drag it up the grassy slope, towards the two oak trees. Go to the door.

"I think the feast has begun." Harry dropped his suitcase at the foot of the steps and crept up to a bright window, peering in. "Hey, come and see - in the branch!"

Countless candles stood in mid-air, illuminating the four long tables crowded with people, illuminating the golden plates and goblets.

The stars were shining brightly on the ceiling, which was enchanted to always reflect the sky outside.

Beyond the dense patch of black pointed Hogwarts hats, Harry saw the freshmen lining up nervously into the Great Hall. Ginny was among them, her Weasley red hair standing out. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, with glasses and her hair tightly tied into a bun, placed the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the freshman.

Every year, the patched, dirty, and worn-out hat assigns new students to the four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin).

A boy with amber pupils and inconvenient legs was called to the front and put on a sorting hat. Harry's eyes moved to Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting on the teachers' bench watching the sorting ceremony, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses gleaming in the candlelight. A few seats away, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart in aquamarine robes. At the very head sat Hagrid, a bearded man with a strong back and a thick beard, drinking with a glass and a door.

"Wait..." Harry whispered to Augustus, "there's an empty seat on the teachers' bench... where's Snape?"

"Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully.

"Maybe he's gone," said Harry, "because he didn't become a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher again!"

"Don't guess, we'd better go in now, and everything will be over later." Augustus looked at the two cranky teenagers, and couldn't help crying and laughing. At this time, he was still in the mood to arrange the professor, and sure enough, It is the young mind that is always poetry.

"Maybe," said a cold voice behind them, "he's waiting to hear from you why you didn't come by the school bus."

As soon as Harry turned, Severus Snape was standing in front of him, his black robes shaking in the cool breeze. He was thin, with sallow skin, an aquiline nose, and oily black hair that fell to his shoulders. The smile on his face at the moment told Harry that they were in a very bad situation.

Augustus reluctantly lifted the suitcase, it seemed that there was no way he could get in safely without disturbing the professor. Forget it, consider yourself unlucky.

"Come with me," Snape said.

Neither Harry nor Ron dared to look at him, and followed Snape up the steps into the empty, echoing hallway lit by torches. The smell of food wafted from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down the narrow stone stairs to the basement.

"Go in!" He opened a door in the cold corridor and pointed inside.

They entered Snape's office tremblingly. The walls were dark, and on the shelves along the walls lay many large glass jars with all sorts of disgusting things floating in them, the names of which Harry didn't want to know at the moment. The fireplace was empty and dark. Snape closed the door and turned to look at the three of them.

Snape said coldly, "What did you do to the car?"

Ron was speechless. Snape once again made Harry feel that he could read other people's minds. But the mystery was solved in a short while, and Snape launched the [Evening Prophet] of the day.

"You've been seen," he said mercilessly, showing them the headline: Muggle astonishment as Ford Anglia flies. He read aloud: "Two Muggles in London are convinced they saw an old sedan flying over the post office building.. in Norfolk at noon, while Mrs. Hetty Bellis was drying. Angus in Peebles -Mr. Fleet reported to the police..six or seven Muggles in all. I remember your father was working in the Anti-Muggle Substances Division?" He looked up at Ron, his smile even more sinister. "Oops.. his son.."

Harry felt as if he had been slapped in the stomach by a big branch of the mad tree. If anyone finds out that Mr. Weasley has enchanted the car.he doesn't think about it.."I checked the garden and found that a very precious beating willow tree seems to have suffered a lot." Snape goes on.

"Professor, I damaged the human willow, and I am willing to take full responsibility for it." Augustus looked at Snape and said.

"Of course, I know, apart from you, how could Ron and Harry cast such a damaging spell, should I give you ten points? Augustus." As the top student of Slytherin Academy and Snape's best student, Augustus has always been favored by the always indifferent Snape, but this behavior has indeed made Augustus tolerant There was Snape's anger, especially with Harry Ron, which made him even more unhappy.

"That tree did more damage to us than—" Ron blurted out.

"Quiet!" Snape snapped again. "It's a pity that you're not students in my house, and I have no right to make -44- to expel you. I'll go and find the person who has this pleasant privilege. You wait here." Harry and Ron paled looking at each other. Harry wasn't hungry anymore, he was very uncomfortable, trying not to look at the big sticky thing suspended in green liquid on the shelf behind Snape's desk. It wouldn't have been much better if Snape had brought Professor McGonagall. She might be a little fairer than Snape, but just as stern as hell.

Ten minutes later, Snape returned, with Professor McGonagall beside him. Harry had seen Professor McGonagall get angry a few times before, but maybe he forgot how tight her lips were when she got angry, or maybe he had never seen her so angry. In short, Professor McGonagall looked unfamiliar to Harry. She raised her wand as soon as she entered, and both Harry and Ron flinched, but she just lit the empty fireplace, which immediately caught fire.

"Augustus, go back and write a check to me, you have nothing to do here, the academy banquet is over, you go directly to the Slytherin lounge, this year's hidden perfect competition, you still have to go Be a witness," Snape said to Augustus when he returned. In Harry Ron's envious eyes, Augustus turned and left the basement.