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Dead!

Deathly silence!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, forever freezing the terrified, innocent faces inside the train!

But this was just an illusion; only a second later—

"ah!!!"

"Help! Someone please help me!!!"

"Mom and Dad!!!"

"Waaaaah!"

Fear is like a highly contagious virus, instantly turning a speeding train into a purgatory of despair!

The train has gone out of control?

Is it really out of control?!

Harry's bright green eyes bulged with astonishment. What he had seen outside the train window just moments before was merely a matter of suspicion, but now he simply couldn't dismiss the driver's utter disbelief as a cruel joke!

His face was flushed, his chest heaved violently, and the buzzing in his head prevented him from thinking rationally at all!

Driven by instinct, Harry sought help from the person he considered most trustworthy in the area—Percy.

But the next second, Harry realized that his plan had failed.

Ron's brother stared at the driver, looking completely dumbfounded as if someone had punched him in the face!

Who else can offer some advice... Hermione?!

This girl, who also came from the Muggle world like him, seemed to have a lot of ideas when she was talking eloquently in the compartment, and she was the first to notice that the train was out of control.

But when Harry turned his gaze away and fixed it on Hermione, he knew he probably couldn't rely on her anymore.

Hermione hugged herself tightly to the car window, every inch of her exposed skin trembling!

Who might have a solution next?

Harry tried his best to calm himself down, but—

Bang!

After a deafening roar like a morning bell, there was a series of ear-piercing metallic scrapes that sent chills down Harry's spine, and the whole world began to shake violently in his eyes!

"The car is going to overturn!!!"

Inside the swaying compartment, Ron gripped the gap between the window and the compartment wall tightly with his fingers to avoid being thrown out like Neville.

As darkness fell, sparks, as dazzling as stars, flew onto the car window, illuminating Ron's freckled face with an incredibly pale light. He screamed.

"not yet!"

Harry scrambled out from under a table, his forehead throbbing, and a warm trickle down his cheek told him, without even looking in a mirror, that he was bleeding.

Anxious gazes swept over the faces of the older students... They too were swaying and huddled in various parts of the carriage, using whatever they could find to steady themselves in the violently shaking carriage.

These older students are no longer reliable—Harry reluctantly admitted this.

"But we have to do something, or we're doomed!"

Harry continued shouting.

"Do something..."

Ron's face was filled with a laugh that seemed to question the meaning of life and was almost absurd. He asked in a tone that was almost like a dream.

"Don't be silly, we're just un-enrolled wizards... what can we do? Find a place to hide so we can at least have a decent corpse?"

Harry gritted his teeth, pressed himself against the door, and laboriously moved to the driveway.

The narrow lane was jammed with students who had been thrown over by the jolt. Some were huddled alone, while others were in small groups, clinging to each other.

Everyone was sobbing, everyone was wailing, without exception!

Harry tried his best to look away from the hellish scene and towards the train driver, who lay on the ground staring blankly, seemingly having given up completely.

"What exactly happened?"

Harry yelled at him,

"Why did it suddenly go out of control! Was it caused by that streak of light just now?!"

After ten years of torment, he was finally going to leave the Dursleys behind!

He is going to a wonderful magical world, following in the footsteps of his deceased father and mother, to witness the wonders of the magical world!

But he died on the train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

What will the Dursleys say when they learn of his death?

They'll probably laugh their heads off!

"have no idea..."

The train driver murmured, his voice weak and feeble.

"I have—I have tried everything."

The connecting door between the locomotive and the first carriage slammed against the carriage wall. Amidst the wailing and shaking, Harry struggled to steady himself and looked out at a bunch of obscure dials and a sealed black boiler.

Is there any magic that can stop all of this?

Harry couldn't help but think this, but the problem was, he hadn't attended a single magic class.

"You must pull yourselves together!"

Harry had no choice but to yell at the older students in the prefects' box.

"You're the prefects, aren't you? Come and do something... anything will do!"

Then, he rushed into the front of the car first.

So perhaps Harry's encouragement and actions had a motivating effect, or perhaps these already excellent prefects regained some rationality after overcoming their initial despair and fear.

They did indeed help each other to their feet one after another, their ashen faces exchanging glances, and finally, one after another, they staggered into the front of the car.

The indifferent gale collided violently with the out-of-control train. Where the train passed, sparks flew up like snowflakes and smashed against the observation window with a crackling sound!

Harry stared at the dense array of mysterious-looking buttons on the control panel, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He dared not press any of them!

The driver said he had tried everything—

Harry could only turn to look at Percy and his group—they were all trembling from the horrifying sight outside the train's observation window.

"Did Hogwarts ever teach you anything—ah, I mean, about driving the magic train?"

"You're talking nonsense."

Percy said, panting.

The train continued to sway uncontrollably from side to side, and the clanging sound of its rapidly spinning wheels hitting the steel rails was like the tolling of a death knell!

We need someone who knows the stuff!

Harry was acutely aware of this.

However, the most knowledgeable person was lying outside the prefect's box, having completely lost all means and hope of survival.

Are there any more?

Is there anyone else who might know even a little bit about this?!

Harry forced himself to think, even though he never considered himself a bright person!

But when people are at their wits' end, they often come up with a kind of wisdom that they don't usually possess.

A sudden inspiration struck Harry, and before he could think it through, he called out to Percy.

"Quick, go find that liar!"

Harry blurted it out, then quickly corrected himself.

"No, I mean—isn't he a professor?!"

At this moment, everyone's face showed a kind of ecstatic joy at surviving a disaster—although whether they could even survive was still uncertain!

But—yes! There's a professor on this train too!

Moreover, he is also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

The older students all knew that only a wizard with real skills would dare to do this!

"You guys stay here, I'm going right now!"

Percy, displaying a bit of responsibility as a prefect, turned and squeezed through the crowd into the passenger compartment.

This time, he didn't have time to remind the young wizards lying in the aisle to make way for him. He simply stepped on their legs and bodies and hopped and ran wildly towards the last carriage. When he passed Draco Malfoy, who was lying on the ground clutching his head and trembling like a leaf, he "accidentally" kicked him in the face.

"Professor... uh?!"

Finally, Percy arrived at the last carriage. He shouted out with hope and joy, but the scene inside left him dumbfounded.

Simply put, it was as if a violent blizzard had been crammed into the small private room, the whole place was shrouded in fog and not a single person could be seen!

After hesitating for half a second, Percy raised his hand to open the door to the private room, but the moment the thought crossed his mind, an inexplicable sense of terror made him stagger backward.

"Uh... Professor?"

This was the last hope for the students on the bus to survive. Percy gritted his teeth and continued calling out, unaware that his voice was trembling with sobs.

"Are you in the private room, Professor...? Could you please...? I mean—"

Percy took a deep breath and shouted.

The train is going to derail, everyone will die, Professor, can you do something?!

Inside the private room, a ripple flashed through the chaotic yet orderly blizzard—

"I'm sorry I took advantage of your kindness, Ares...and please apologize to the children for me too—"

A voice Percy couldn't hear said,

"I believe we will meet again, Ares. Well then, goodbye."

And so, the blizzard inside the carriage stopped.

Percy could now see what was happening inside the box.

He saw the professor, who looked somewhat familiar, stand up from his seat. He appeared somewhat listless, but his expression was calm and composed.

He saw the professor pick up the remaining half-glass of red drink on the table and drink it all in one gulp. After that, the space around him, which had seemed to be pulsating, returned to normal.

He looked at the professor, whose figure appeared incredibly majestic and imposing in his eyes, and who was looking at him with godlike authority.

"Go and sit in the private room, and make sure you're seated."

Ares stepped out of the box, his deep black eyes reflecting Percy Weasley's pale, tear-streaked face. Then...

"Everyone grab onto something sturdy nearby, and there will be some bumps right away."

The powerful voice reached the ears of every young wizard who was crying in despair, giving them boundless hope like a ray of light shining into a dark abyss.

The young wizards carried out the order very quickly.

Ares glanced one last time at Percy Weasley, who had jumped into his compartment and was gripping the luggage rack tightly. His breathing slowed slightly, and the next second, he stepped into the distorted void.

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