Vol 2 Chapter 909: return

"Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I hope he makes it happy that his puppy is studying at Hogwarts, right?"
"Speaking of dogs," Snape said softly. "Did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time when you were out for a walk? Be smart, Blake, and let yourself be at a safe station. I was seen on the platform. Give you a cast iron window to leave your hiding hole in the future, didn’t you, should have been there, oh, I remember, it’s Norway, with those bats?"
　　 Sirius raised his wand. "No!" Harry yelled, jumping over the table and trying to walk between them.
　　 "Sirius, don't!" Fanlin yelled, knowing that two people would have problems together.
　　 "Did you say that I am a coward?" Sirius roared, trying to push Harry away, but Harry didn't move away.
　　 "Why, yes, I think I am," Snape said. "Harry—from—here—out—go!" Sirius roared frantically, pushing him aside with his other hand.
　　 "You give me aside." With that, Snape pushed Fanlin aside without hesitation, "I need some guidance for this mad dog..."
The kitchen door opened, and the whole Weasley family, plus Hermione, everyone walked in. Everyone looked very happy, and they were wearing a striped pajamas covered by a blanket. Mr. Weasley walked proudly together.
　　 "Healed!" Weasley announced loudly in the kitchen. "Completely cured!"
Then he, like all Weasleys, was stunned at the beginning, staring blankly at the scene in front of them. The movement in the middle was also stopped. Sirius and Snape looked at the door while their wands were mutually Pointing at each other's face, Fanlin and Harry stood in the middle, trying to prevent them from attacking each other.
　　 "Merlin's beard," Mr. Weasley sighed, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, "What are you doing here?"
　　 Sirius and Snape both put down their wands. Fan Lincong looked at one and then at the other. Everyone had an expression of extreme contempt for each other, and still couldn't think of the feeling of so many witnesses pouring in from the entrance in one breath.
　　 Snape put away his wand, turned and walked through the kitchen, and left without saying a word to Weasley.
　　 By the door, he looked back.
　　 "At six o'clock, Monday evening, Potter." So he left.
　　 Sirius glared behind him, his wand beside him.
　　 "What are you doing here?" Mr. Weasley asked again.
　　 "It's nothing, Arthur," Sirius said, panting as if he had just run a long distance. "It's just a friendly chat between two old friends in the school." As it seemed like a huge effort, he smiled.
　　 "So, you are cured? That's great news, really great."
　　 "Yes, isn't it?" Mrs. Weasley said, leading her husband to a chair. "The witch doctor Stephen finally used his magic to create an antidote to deal with the bat's fangs"
　　 "And Arthur also learned Muggle medicine, didn't he, dear?" Mrs. Weasley added, looking a little unhappy.
　　 "Yes, Jasmine, dear," Mr. Weasley said gently.
　　 "It's nice to see you back, Mr. Weasley."
　　 The dinner was very happy, and the joy of Mr. Weasley's return enveloped them.
Harry could see Sirius trying to do this, but when his godfather didn’t pay attention to him, laughed at Fred and George’s jokes or offered more food to everyone, his face appeared again. Out of melancholy, with a pensive face.
　　 Harry has been artificially separated by Mondungus and Crazy Eye, celebrating to Mr. Weasley.
　　 He wanted to talk to Sirius and told him to ignore what Snape said. Snape was deliberately stimulating him. Others didn't think Sirius, who was left in the old house by Dumbledore, was a cowardly person.
　　 But he didn't have a chance to do this, and, watching the ugly look on Sirius's face, Harry sometimes wondered if he had a chance to mention it.
　　 Instead, he told Ron and Hermione in a small voice that he had to take Snape's Occidental Cerebral course.
　　 "Dumbledore hopes you will stop dreaming about Voldemort," Hermione said immediately.
　　 "Well, you won't be sad to lose those dreams, will you?"
　　 "Take extra lessons with Snape?" Ron said, in a shocked tone. "I would rather have a nightmare!"
The next day, they returned to Hogwarts in the Cavaliers bus and were once again escorted by Tonks and Lupin. The next morning, when Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione got down, Both of them had breakfast in the kitchen.
　　 When Harry opened the door, the adults were talking in low voices; they all looked panicked and quickly returned to silence.
　　 After a hurried breakfast, they all put on jackets and scarves to fight the cold and gloomy January morning.
　　 This made Harry feel an unpleasant feeling; he didn't want to say goodbye to Sirius. He has a bad feeling about this; he doesn't know. The next time they saw each other, he felt that he was obligated to stop Sirius from doing stupid things-Harry worried that Snape's cowardly condemnation of him had stung Sirius deeply, which might make him plan stupidly. Do some trips outside the old house.
　　 In fact, this is not allowed. Sirius now receives no less attention than Fanlin and others. Everyone knows that Sirius is definitely on Dumbledore's side, and naturally it has received a lot of attention from the Ministry of Magic.
　　 Even worse, that is, Sirius resigned from the Ministry of Magic. With Fudge's attitude, they will definitely stare Sirius to death, which will make them feel that they have gained something.
　　 However, before Harry remembered what to say, Sirius had already approached him and waved to him.
　　 "I hope you bring this," Sirius said calmly, and gave Harry a rough baggage, probably a paperback book. "What's that?" Harry asked.
　　 "Let me know one way Snape makes you upset, no, don't open it here!" Sirius said, looking at Mrs. Weasley alertly, the man who was persuading the twins to wear hand-woven gloves.
　　 "I don't think Jasmine would agree-but I hope you use him when you need me, okay?"
　　 "Okay," Harry said, putting the baggage in the inner pocket of his jacket, but he knew that whatever it was, he wouldn't use it. It would not be him, Harry, the one who led Sirius out of safety, no matter how despicable Snape used to deal with him in his upcoming Occlumency class.
"Then let's go," Sirius said, patted Harry on the shoulder and smiled horribly. Before Harry could say anything else, they went to the second floor and stopped in front of the locked door. Surrounded by Weasley.
　　 "Goodbye, Harry, be careful," Mrs. Weasley said, hugging him.
　　 "Goodbye, Harry, and keep an eye on those..." Mr. Weasley said kindly, shaking his hand.
"Ok—yes," Harry said distractedly; that was his last chance to tell Sirius to be careful; he turned his head, looked at his godfather’s face, opened his mouth and said, but Before he could do this, Sirius spoke to him briefly, embraced him with one hand, and said, "Take care of yourself, Harry."
　　 At that moment, Harry found himself escaping, entering the cold winter air, and walking down the steps annoyingly with Tonks.
　　 "Help me take care of him, Fanlin." Sirius said earnestly.
　　 "Yes." Fanlin said, "However, please pay more attention..."
　　 Fanlin looked at Hermione who had just walked out the door, "I mean, let Kreacher stay in this house honestly. I think he should be hiding somewhere, but please don't hurt him."
　　 "Kreacher?" Sirius said in surprise.
　　 "That's right!" Fanlin nodded, then turned and left without saying anything.
　　 The door on the 12th slammed shut behind them. They followed Lupin down the front steps. When he reached the sidewalk, he turned the log and looked around. On either side of its elongation, the 12th is rapidly shrinking, disappearing from view. After a blink of an eye, it was gone.
"Going back to school, this is really a long-lost thing, I hope Umbridge will change." Fanlin pretended to say lightly, but looking at this posture, the days of leaving Hogwarts should not be too far .
　　 "Come here, the sooner we get on the bus, the better," Tonks said, and Fanlin saw her glance around the square, obviously, a little nervous about Mr. Weasley.
　　 Lupin stretched out his right arm. Bang... A burst of strong exhaust gas, the "Triple Decorator" bus appeared in the thin air ahead, barely avoiding hitting the nearest street lamppost and jumping backwards. A thin, pimple young man with a kettle with ears appeared in a cloud of confusion, walked to the sidewalk, and said, "Welcome to there—"
　　 "Yes, yes, we know, thank you," Tonks said quickly. "
　　 Go up, go up, get in the car—" She pushed Harry up the steps, past the conductor, and someone looked at Harry with glasses as he passed by.
　　 "Well--it's many--!"
　　 "If you call out his name, I will curse you until you forget it," Tonks muttered threateningly, and now Ginny and Hermione are separated.
　　 "I always hope that the holidays can be longer," Ron said dejectedly, adding Harry in the car and looking around.
　　 When Fanlin traveled on the Knight Bus for the last time, it was already evening, and its three decks were filled with brass bed frames.
　　 Now, in the wee hours of the morning, cluttered chairs are randomly arranged beside the windows. When the bus stopped suddenly by the old house, the chairs by the window suddenly fell. Some witches and wizards were still standing complaining, and some people’s shopping bags slipped to the car: unpleasant mixture of frog eggs, cockroaches and custard cream were poured out, all of which were scattered everywhere.
　　 "It looks like we have to separate," Tonks said lightly, looking around beside the empty chair. "Fred, George and Ginny, if you sit in the back seats, Lupin can continue to accompany you."
　　 She, Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione walked into the upper compartment. There were two empty seats in the front of the place on the bus and two in the back.
　　 Stan, the conductor, enthusiastically followed Harry and Ron to the back of the car. Everyone turned their heads as Harry passed by, and when he sat down, he saw all his faces and looked back to the front again.
　　 When Fanlin and Hermione each handed over Stan eleven copper Nat, the bus departed again.
　　As usual, the knight bus shook violently. This is definitely the old driver's way of driving.
It rumbled around the old house, leaving the sidewalk with a loud noise, and then, with another loud bang, he rushed back one after another; Ron’s chair fell to the right, and the pig fell on his thigh. Before, he rushed out of his cage, flew to the front of the car, and landed on Hermione's shoulders.
　　 Harry struggled to avoid falling on the candle holder and looked out the window: the car was speeding up on an automobile highway.
　　 "It's just out of Birmingham," Stan said happily, answering Harry's unspoken question, and Ron tried to get up from the floor.
"You keep up well, Harry? I saw your name in the newspaper all summer, but that was not good. I said to Ella, I said, when I saw him, he was not like a fool, only It’s just to show off, isn’t it?"
　　 He took their ticket and continued to look at him, looking at Harry in confusion.
Obviously, Stan doesn’t care how crazy some people are, no matter how famous they are in the newspapers, the rider bus shook violently and overtook a car ~EbookFREE.me~ looked in front of the bus, ha Lei saw Van Lin hugged Hermione carefully, while the piglet shook happily on Hermione's shoulder.
　　 bang—When the Cavaliers bus drove from Birmingham’s motorway to a quiet country road with many dangerous bays, the chair fell back again.
　　 The hedgerows on both sides of the road are retreating. From here, they came to the main street in the middle of a busy town, then drove to a road surrounded by mountains, and then to a wind-swept road, each time with another huge bang.
　　 "I have changed my mind," Ron murmured, and stood up from the floor for the sixth time, "I will never take this thing again."
　　 "Listen, after this is the Hogwarts stop," Stan said loudly, waving at them.
"An imperious woman in front got in the car. He gave us a tip to get in front of the line. Let's get Mrs. Martha out of the car first, although—" There was a disgusting voice from below, followed by flying in. There was a terrible noise, "She doesn’t think she is the best."
　　 A few minutes later, the Knight Bus screamed and stopped by a tavern outside, trying to prevent it from colliding. They could hear Stan walking out of the bus with the unfortunate Mrs. Martha, complaining comfortably about the passengers behind him on the second floor.
　　 The car started up again, accelerating, until - bang - they were passing through Hogsmeade full of snow. Harry caught a glimpse of the pig's head bar just beside the street, a terrible pig's head mark creaking in the cold wind. Little snowflakes fell on the front window of the car.
　　 Finally they stopped at the gate of Hogwarts.