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Chapter 16 Call Me Spider Man!

"Everyone should hold onto something secure they can hold onto; there will be some bumps soon."

A group of students behind the control panel at the front of the train also heard this.

"There's hope...right?"

Harry heard the brown-haired upperclassman girl murmur, and like a deflated humanoid suit, his body immediately went limp.

The other students in the locomotive were also overjoyed.

Hermione Granger, standing at the back of the crowd, regained some color in her deathly pale face. Ron, who had been leaning against the winding, snake-like pipe to stand, was trembling less. Neville, who had practically crawled into the front of the car, also began to try to stand.

Harry himself breathed a huge sigh of relief!

Judging from the professor's words, he clearly has some way to stop this out-of-control express train from taking everyone to hell!

But-

When Harry turned to look at the observation window, his slightly relaxed expression tightened again!

The train kept speeding along, and the scenery outside the window remained a blur... but some things were still visible.

In the direction the steam locomotive was heading, under the gloomy sky, a colossal object stood silently on the earth, like a terrifying monster!

The train didn't head straight towards the mountain; instead, it kept veering slightly off course, probably to go around the side of the mountain.

But here's the problem!

Harry doesn't know magic, and his science grades were just average when he was in Muggle school, but he at least has some life experience!

"It'll crash."

Harry's lips trembled, and he spoke in a voice only he could hear.

"Hurry up... Professor—if you're planning to do something..."

What Harry discovered was quickly noticed by the other students in the engine compartment—there was no way to ignore the mountain, it was too big to ignore, and in the slanting light of the setting sun, the train had already entered the shadow of the mountain.

Such intense speeds and steep turning radii subjected the Hogwarts Express to unimaginable centrifugal forces, threatening to derail the train...

The students at the front of the train were the first to feel the train begin to tilt, and they were pressed against the side of the train and unable to move!

A sharp, piercing scream instantly echoed throughout the carriage; it was Hermione's scream.

"Do something, Professor!!!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

Bang!

............

Ares stepped into the distorted void, and the next second, he appeared on the train track under the shadow of the mountains.

The sky was ablaze with crimson clouds, as brilliant as blood!

In the mountain stream, a fierce wind howled, like the roar of gods and demons!

In the fierce wind, Ares's black hair danced wildly. He turned around and looked at the Hogwarts Express, a mile away.

Rather than describing it as an out-of-control steam locomotive, it was more like a behemoth that had been unleashed and was roaring wildly!

In the blink of an eye, the train had covered half the distance and was now only half a mile away from Ares.

Ares's expression turned cold and stern. In the depths of his deep black eyes, two golden sparks faintly appeared... flickering like candlelight, yet clear and never extinguished amidst the ever-increasing roar of the air currents!

There's no better solution.

Ares took a deep breath.

Lari Gaspar's magic not only dissolved all the protective defenses on the train and the magic that ensured the safety of the passengers, but also made the train uncontrollable and unable to slow down slowly through normal means.

There are indeed some spells that can stop a train, but they can't reduce the inertial force of the passengers inside... Hundreds or thousands of students in the carriages will be crushed into meat patties by the force in an instant!

One thousand feet...

800 feet...

500 feet...

Ares took a half step back, held his breath, and his gaze was sharp as a knife.

Three hundred feet...

Two hundred feet...

He could almost hear the screams drowned out by the roar.

One hundred feet!!!

Suddenly, Ares raised his hands and pressed them against the front of the car, which was right in front of him!

Bang!

After a huge and strange roar, came a sharp, grating sound that could almost tear the world apart!

Well!

The sudden deceleration caught Harry off guard, causing him to crash headfirst into the deceleration platform. But he had no time to lament his bad luck; the ensuing shrill scream made... and caused everyone on the train to instinctively cover their ears and curl up in pain!

Click, click, click!

The piercing scream quickly transformed into the crisp sound of thousands of pieces of glass shattering—still nauseating, but no longer as painful.

The train is slowing down!

Harry, who was lying under the control panel, could clearly feel this. He wiped his bloody face, struggled against the force exerted on him by the train's deceleration and turn, and slowly stood up.

Then he figured out where the sound of shattering glass that was ringing in his ears came from.

He stood there, stunned, pedaling against the side of the train, his lips moving, unable to find the words to describe what he was seeing!

Countless pieces of 'glass'... Harry knew, of course, that they weren't glass, but he couldn't find a better word to describe them than glass.

The space inside the train tracks has transformed into a massive, thick pane of glass, while the space outside the tracks is another pane of glass... The two infinitely thick panes of crystal glass are rubbing against each other, creating countless shards of glass that are flying everywhere!

So...it's not that the train is slowing down, but rather...the space the train is occupying is slowing down?

Harry knew his description might be clumsy, but who could truly describe the miraculous scene before him?!

The speed of the car is becoming steady, and it is not so difficult to move around.

A person staggered up behind him, leaning against the side of the car—Hermione Granger.

Hermione opened her lips but no sound came out, her bright eyes wide open and staring straight ahead... Harry thought it was the blood on his face that had frightened her.

But soon Harry realized that Hermione's gaze wasn't on him, but on the front of the train, so he turned his head to look!

hiss! ! !

Aside from gasping for breath, Harry couldn't do anything else!

What did he see?!

There's someone at the front of the train... it's... the professor from the last compartment!

"My God..."

"Merlin's beard..."

"Gorgons..."

Harry heard many voices whispering behind him; they must have all noticed.

Harry himself was muttering something in amazement, his emerald eyes bulging, his vision fixed solely on the unknown professor.

The professor floated about ten feet above the ground, his body tense, gliding backward with the space, his black hair and robes dancing wildly in the wind.

He bent down, raised his hand, and pushed forward with great difficulty and effort to stop the Hogwarts Express from moving forward. The space between his palm and the front of the car was compressed into a high-purity crystal concave lens!

Snapped!

In the dead silence, someone slapped themselves to confirm whether they were in an absurd dream.

Neville Longbottom also came to the front. He stared blankly at the professor, mouth agape. After a long while, he slowly turned his head to look at Hermione, whose expression was comical, and moved his lips.

"He can't be a conman selling fake medicine, Hermione."