Vol 2 Chapter 176: Bus travel

"What's your name?"
"Neville Longbottom," Harry said, it was his inexplicable reminder of Neville's name. Perhaps his unlucky experience now is very similar to Neville.
Turning my aunt into a balloon and letting her float over England, Ha can use his toes to think that he will be summoned by the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. In fact, he has been warned once.
"That- then, this bus," he said quickly, hoping to distract Sampark, "you just said it can go anywhere, right?"
"Yes," Sampark said proudly, "anywhere you want to go, as long as it's on land. You can't go under the water. Huh," he said, looking suspicious again, "you Didn’t you signal us to stop? You stretch out your wand, don’t you?"
"Yes," Harry said quickly. "Listen, how much does it cost to go to London?"
"Eleven silver Sicos," Sampark said, "but if you pay fourteen, you can get chocolates, and if you pay fifteen, you can get a thermos and a toothbrush. The color is yours."
"Of course, if you are adding one, I can also prepare some food for your pet... But what do you eat with this little thing... Is it okay for cat food?"
"Uh...this is not my pet..." Harry said, "maybe..."
"But he followed you up." Sampark said, "If this is not your pet, maybe..."
"Okay!" Harry quickly interrupted Sampark's gibberish. He took out a handful of silver coins and handed them to Sampark.
There are no seats in the car; behind the curtained window are six beds with brass pillars. Candles were lit on the brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wainscoting walls.
A little wizard, wearing a night cap, muttered in the back of the car: "Don't do it now, thank you, I'm picking slugs." He turned over in his sleep.
There has been a non-mark extension curse. Fanlin thought, the space inside is very large, at least much better than those small hotels!
"You sleep this one." Sampark whispered, tucking Harry's suitcase under the bed behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. "This is our driver, Earn Plan. Earn, this is Neville Longbottom."
Earn Plan is an older wizard, wearing glasses with very thick lenses. He nodded to Harry, and Harry smoothed his forehead again in a panic, and sat on his bed. "Drive, Ern," Sampark said, sitting in the armchair next to Ern.
With another huge bang, Harry and Fanlin fell on the bed involuntarily, the result of the speed of the Cavalier bus throwing him backwards. The most surprising thing is that the wizards who were sleeping soundly didn't mean to wake up. In fact, only the two of them were uncomfortable.
Fanlin squeaked, and getting on the knight bus with Harry was no better than being chased by Sirius.
Harry cheered up, looked out the dark window, and saw that they were now driving steadily and fast along a completely different street.
Sampark was sitting in his armchair, watching Harry's surprised face and the panicked ferret with interest.
"This is where you signaled us to come down." He said, "Where are we now, Earne? Is it somewhere in Wales?"
"Meet." Earne said.
"Why can't Muggles hear this car?" Harry asked.
"They!" Sampark said contemptuously. "Don't listen well, is that right? They don't look well. They don't pay attention to anything."
"It's better to wake up Ms. Marsh now, Stan," Erne said, "we will be at Abergavenny soon."
Stan walked past Harry and disappeared on a narrow staircase. Harry was still looking out the window, feeling increasingly nervous. Earne seemed unfamiliar with steering wheels. This knight bus always hits the sidewalk, but it can't hit anything; the rows of lamp posts, letter boxes and trash cans all jumped and avoided when the car came, waiting for it to pass. , It returns to its original position.
Sampark went back downstairs, followed by a witch in a light green travel coat.
"You go slowly, Ms. Marsh." Sampark said happily, when Earne stepped on the brakes and the bed in the car slid about a foot toward the front of the car. Ms. Marsh put a handkerchief on her mouth, then staggered out of the car. Stan threw her bag to her and closed the car door with a slam; with another loud slam, the car rumbling along a narrow country road, the trees on either side jumped to give way.
"This is your hot water and chocolate, of course..." Sampark said, he took out an iron basin and put it on the ground, "Is cat food okay?"
Fanlin screamed. From the very beginning, he hated Sampark. If he can change back to Fanlin, he must use a magic wand to educate Sampark.
Fanlin broke free from Harry’s hand. He didn’t even slam the pot of cat food. If Harry and Sampark ate it, he wouldn’t mind it. No matter what, Fanlin would not eat it anyway Of this stuff.
He jumped onto the table and drank a little hot water, then he skillfully opened the chocolate wrapper, and he kindly poured Harry half of it.
Sampark and Harry looked at him in surprise.
"It looks like he doesn't eat cat food..." Harry said, and he picked up half of the chocolate.
"Your pet is really good..." Sampark seemed to want to touch Fanlin, but Fanlin dexterously hid behind Harry. He didn't want to bite Sampark, it tasted too heavy. Up.
"Haha... interesting little thing!" Sampark said, he ignored Fanlin.
Sampark opened a copy of the Daily Prophet. He was reading the newspaper with his tongue between the two rows of teeth. On the big front page photo there was a man with a sunken face and long hair tangled together, and he blinked slowly at Harry. He looked strangely familiar.
"That person!" Harry said, forgetting his own troubles for a while. He was also published in Muggle newspapers! "
Fanlin followed Harry's gaze and looked at it. Not surprisingly, it was a picture of Sirius Black. As the largest media in the magic world, the Ministry of Magic would of course publish this murderous fugitive, Death Eater!
Sampak reverted to the first edition and giggled.
"Sirius Black," he said, nodding, "of course he will be in the Muggle newspaper, Neville. Where are you?"
Harry's face was blank ~EbookFREE.me~Sampak looked at it and giggled, showing a sense of superiority. He tore off the first edition and handed it to Harry. "You should read the newspaper more, Neville." Harry put the newspaper close to the candlelight and read it: Blake is still at large. The Ministry of Magic today confirmed that it is considered the most notorious Sirius among the prisoners in Azkaban Castle. Black, is still not arrested.
"We are working hard to capture Black again," Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge said this morning. "We ask the magical world to remain calm."
Some members of the International Federation of Wizards have criticized Fudge for notifying the Muggle Prime Minister of Black’s escape.
The easily irritated Fudge said: "Oh, I have to do this, don't you know? Black is crazy. Whoever encounters him will be in danger, whether you are a magician or a Muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance. , He said that regarding Black’s true identity, he would not confide a word to anyone. Let us face this reality-if he speaks out, who will believe him?"
　　
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