Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 113 The Letter from the Escapee

"No one in the wizarding world drives better than me!"

Inside the parking lot of a car rental company in London.

Severus once again made a bold and ambitious statement.

But it's clear that neither Harry nor Lupin really trust him.

Harry knew Severus's driving skills firsthand, while Lupin knew that Severus had never shown any interest in Muggle mechanics before.

Draco stood aside, pursing his lips, looking at the large metal box that Severus had rented.

"This is a Muggle's flying broomstick? It looks big and clumsy, what's it for?"

Clearly, Draco, who grew up in a pure-blood manor, lacks some basic common sense about Muggle society.

Lucius almost never took him to public places where Muggles were more common; he usually attended events that were only for wizards.

Draco's friends are mostly pure-blooded, like the children of Goyle and Crabbe, and he has hardly ever met any Muggles his age.

"Then you'll be amazed. Just like how wizards have flying brooms and magic carpets as their means of transportation, the car is just one of the tools we'll be using on this journey."

Severus tossed the car keys in his hand and gestured for them to get in the car.

Since Harry sat in the back first, Draco opened the passenger door almost without hesitation, clearly not wanting to sit with the man who had beaten him up just yesterday.

Lupin shrugged, not paying much attention, and sat down next to Harry.

Severus skillfully pressed the clutch and started the car; at least to Lupin's astonished gaze, he seemed quite adept.

But Harry was already prepared and grabbed the handle above the car door in advance.

"We're leaving!"

Severus made a declaration, then released the clutch and stepped on the accelerator, resulting in the entire car shaking violently three times with a loud "bang"!
Lupin, sitting in the back, was alright; he only bumped his head on the seat in front of him. However, Draco, in the passenger seat, wasn't so lucky.

He was still studying what the cloth strip next to him was for, and had no time to react. His body suddenly lurched forward uncontrollably, and his upper body slammed directly into the windshield!

"Hey! Draco! Are you alright? You're so careless! You should have fastened your seatbelt!"

Draco angrily shook off Severus's outstretched hand, yelling.

"You definitely did it on purpose!"

Severus, however, looked delighted, as if he had discovered a brilliant reason.

"Yes, this problem has nothing to do with my driving skills. I just wanted you to experience in advance some of the situations that might occur while sitting in the car."

Under the half-closed gazes of Harry and Lupin in the back row, Severus cleared his throat.

"So do you understand now? When you're in a car, it's essential to wear your seatbelt. Yes, that's the strap on your left. Yeah, pull it out and then insert it into the buckle on your right."

Under Severus's guidance, Draco, with a sour face and a flushed forehead, fastened his seatbelt.

"Alright, that was just a drill. Now we're really going to set off!"

Severus gripped the steering wheel again, and this time not only Harry, but Lupin and Draco also learned to hold onto the door handles without being taught.

Finally, although it still nodded slightly when starting again, it didn't stall and was successfully driven out of the parking lot by Severus.

As they drove from the outskirts of London onto country roads, the shady trees on both sides of the road shielded them from the scorching sun, and a cool breeze blew in from outside the car.

The fresh, clean air finally lifted Draco's spirits, who had been getting the short end of the stick for the past two days. He squinted, took a deep breath, and leaned back comfortably in the passenger seat.

Who are we going to Paris to see?

Lupin asked from the back row.

Severus, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the car door, replied.

"Nico Lemaître".

Harry blinked; he was clearly unfamiliar with some of the well-known figures in the wizarding world. "Who's that?"

"You don't know Nicolas Flamel?" Draco seemed to have found an opportunity to mock him. "He's a famous alchemist! The one who created the Philosopher's Stone! And he's lived since 1327 using that stone!"

Harry didn't retaliate against Draco's sarcasm. Just as Severus said, he could now see Draco as a mischievous kid who was younger than him and didn't know any better, and he could completely ignore him.

"Why are we going to see Nick Flamel? Did Dumbledore send us?"

“It was Dumbledore who suggested I go to him for a favor,” Severus said. “It’s about me.”

He didn't say what it was about, and Lupin and Harry didn't press him for details.

Just as they had already left the London city limits and were heading towards Dover Port.

Draco, who was peeking out from outside, suddenly noticed that there was an owl overhead that seemed to be chasing them!

"An owl is chasing us!" he shouted, pulling his head back. "It might be my dad who's changed his mind! He wrote to you asking you to send me back! Stop, stop!"

Lupin and Harry also peered out and saw the owl that had been following them overhead.

Severus didn't continue forward. Instead, he slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road, allowing the owl that had been following him for who knows how long to finally land safely on the roof of the car. After landing safely, the owl even gave Severus a signature wing salute!

“This definitely wasn’t sent by your father,” Harry teased Draco, recognizing the owl’s origins.

Draco clearly recognized that his owl couldn't be so ordinary. He pursed his lips, his face flushed, but he couldn't say anything to refute Harry.

Severus took a letter from the owl's talons, opened it, glanced at it, and read its contents.

Then, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he casually handed the letter to Lupin.

"Your old buddy doesn't seem to want to be left out either."

Upon hearing Severus's words, Lupin frowned slightly; he suddenly had a bad feeling.

After receiving the letter, he saw the words Dumbledore had written to Severus.

Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban, and he might be going to find Harry.

Staring at the line of text above, Lu Ping remained silent for a long time.

Harry, who was standing nearby, was extremely curious. He stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was written in the letter, but Severus had already called him over.

"It's alright, Dudley. Get in the car, let's continue. We should try to catch the ferry from Dover to France before noon."

At this moment, Lupin also rolled up and put the letter away, and the owl, having successfully completed its mission, once again spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Severus and his group returned to the car, and Lupin, who had been somewhat silent since reading the letter, finally spoke.

"Fortunately, we are about to leave the UK temporarily."

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up at Severus.

"You haven't told anyone else where we're going, have you?"

“Only Dumbledore knew we were going to Paris, and Lucius and the others knew we were going abroad,” Severus replied casually, seemingly unaffected by the contents of the letter.

Lupin was somewhat puzzled by his current attitude.

Logically speaking, Severus should have hated those four people.

If LeBron James is ranked first, then Sirius Black can be tied for first place with him!

Now that he has escaped from Azkaban, Severus seems unconcerned, as if he had expected it all along.

But with two children still there, Lupin didn't ask the questions he wanted to ask at that moment, even though he was full of doubts.

This minor hiccup during their journey did not affect them, and they arrived at Port Dover smoothly before noon.

(End of this chapter)