Someone Was Pulling Strings Behind the Scenes!

In the latter half of the sky above Black Lake, there were two figures moving at extremely high speed.

They flew forward side by side, as if they were in a race.

"What did you say?" Vincent withdrew his outstretched right hand. "Then why hasn't it exploded yet?"

"I don't know!" Ron slammed on the brakes in the car, but the speed didn't decrease at all.

Just now, he and Harry felt more relaxed than ever before, and before they knew it, the tachometer had already passed 11,000 revolutions.

The flight system was functioning normally, except that it could not turn or decelerate.

It felt as if the car was consciously operating autonomously to avoid an explosion.

Vincent clearly didn't believe it.

Rather than believing that the car has its own thoughts, it's more likely that something is secretly causing trouble.

"Press and hold the radio switch for three seconds to force the flight device to shut down!"

Ron did as he was told, but nothing happened.

"No, it must be broken!"

He pounded on the steering wheel, yelling, "We're doomed! We're definitely going to crash into the castle!"

Harry held down his wildly waving hands. "Calm down, Ron!"

There's a way to contact Professor Dumbledore on the train; he certainly won't stand idly by.

Ron stopped struggling, letting his hands rest on the steering wheel. "Yes, we'll be saved—"

With a "click," the steering wheel dented to the left.

He tried to grab it, but could only watch helplessly as it fell to the ground.

Harry's throat bobbed, but he couldn't say a word.

What's wrong with you?

"The steering wheel—" Ron's lips trembled, "The steering wheel fell off—"

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Vincent gently stroked Thestral's long neck with his right hand.

It brought the entire carriage so close that it almost touched the left side of the car.

"The steering wheel fell off!" Ron said, then slumped helplessly in the driver's seat.

"I see!"

The two people inside the car had very blank stares.

They didn't see Vincent draw his wand from a distance, nor did they see four heads pop out of the carriage.

"A suitcase Accio— "

About ten seconds later, a silver-white suitcase Accio from the direction of the castle.

Vincent caught it and pulled out Grindelwald's Spellbook from inside.

The Cushioning Charm was found, but it wasn't marked as a complete stop.

He closed the book and loudly recited the incantation while the four people behind him watched.

"Dampen Shock and Slow Descent— "

A shockwave-like tremor enveloped the entire car.

There was no deceleration, no response.

Vincent was certain that the first use of the spell was successful.

The fact that it didn't work as expected only shows that the person behind it was using magic far more powerful than him.

Hogwarts has Anti-Apparition Jinx and anti-peeping charms, so wizards have no other way to remotely control cars except by coming in person.

There are many non-wizards, but powerful magical creatures.

Of those, only two types remain who can come and go freely.

Phoenixes are uncommon, House-elf are quite common.

While Hogwarts happens to have both, they clearly don't do that.

Then, there is only one possibility left.

Vincent patted Thestral's forehead and turned to the four people in the carriage. "Hermione, did Harry write to you about his holiday?"

"Yes, he said there was a House-elf— " Hermione suddenly shut her mouth.

She didn't believe it at first, but now she has no choice but to.

The platform suddenly closed, the car suddenly went out of control.

This House-elf, who was trying to prevent Harry from returning to school, also appears to be the culprit behind the car going out of control.

Going a step further, could he have also done the 11,000 reposts?

"He might have been instructed by those people!" Hermione clenched her small hands tightly.

"The answer will be revealed soon." Vincent pointed to the approaching Gryffindor Tower.

He didn't know if Dumbledore could break the House-elf's magic, but he knew he had to be prepared for the worst at any time.

"If we really do crash, I will cast Cushioning Charm on them immediately."

If my magic fails, I'll immediately ride the Rascal Rabbit.

He took out a bundle of heavy military rope from his suitcase and tied one end around his waist.

"If even the Rascal Rabbit has been controlled, you must protect it."

Tying the other end tightly to the back of the carriage, Vincent focused his attention on the car next to him.

500 feet,

Three hundred feet

One hundred feet.

Before you could even blink, the castle was already right in front of you.

Just before it was about to hit, the car seemed to suddenly brake hard, then accelerated to the right and flew past.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.

Whatever the House-elf in the shadows might be up to, they didn't seem to have any intention of harming Harry.

"This direction—"

Beyond the Black Lake lies Hogwarts Castle, and beyond that lies the Forbidden Forest, so bright that it's barely visible even under car headlights.

It would be one thing to fall into the territory of the Centaur, but what if they ended up in the caves of the Aragog's descendants...

"Let's go back—" he untied the ropes binding him. "We can only pray that old man Merlin will protect them."

The Thestral flew around the castle once, then landed him and the carriage in front of the open gate.

"Where are they!" Snape jogged from inside to Dumbledore's side.

"The Forbidden Forest." Vincent dismounted from its back. "Something is preventing Harry from returning to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's habitual smile vanished. "Minerva, you and Severus, calm the students down first."

"I'll go with you." Snape's tone was quite firm.

"I have a pretty good idea of why," Dumbledore shook his head slightly at him. "It's not the right time yet."

"I understand." Snape turned abruptly and walked into the castle without looking back.

McGonagall nodded to Vincent and the four men who alighted from the carriage, then turned and walked toward the castle.

"Professor, I modified that car; it wasn't easy to control."

Dumbledore knew what this meant.

House-elf's magic is indeed powerful, but to control an object as small as a car silently, one must not be distracted.

He is near Hogwarts and has already been detected by surveillance magic.

A small figure slowly emerged from the air by a small lake in the Forbidden Forest.

He had large, bat-like ears and large, Winky -bulb-like eyes.

"Please forgive me, Harry Potter— "

He suddenly knelt on the ground, sweat seeping through his worn-out pillowcase.

"Thank you for your hard work." A voice rang out from beside me.

With a look of terror on his face, he turned his head and saw a pair of narrow, bright blue eyes.

"Mr. Albus Dumbledore— "

"It's me." Dumbledore rooted to the spot. "Can we talk?"

Without him making any move, the House-elf in front of him retreated in fear.

"I won't hurt you—" Dumbledore watched the other person slowly disappear, the words he wanted to say stopped abruptly.

He closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

It wasn't in the Forbidden Forest, nor at Hogwarts.