The chairs on the knight's bus seemed to have been found randomly on different Muggle streets, and a few wizards were muttering about sitting on them, finding comfortable positions.

Because of the sudden stopping, I don't know whose shopping bag slipped to the other end of the car, and frog eggs, cockroaches, and custard were scattered all over the ground.

"We are going to sit separately, today is the first working day after the holiday, and there are a lot of people in the car. Sirius explained, "Harry, you sit in the empty seat next to me, and the others sit behind me, Percy, you help take care of it." ”

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Percy replied with a look of vigour, and he raised the male student council president badge on his chest and led Aven and them to the back.

"I've always wanted to sit on this!" said Ron happily, sitting behind Harry, looking around excitedly.

Evan and Hermione continued to walk back, and they found two empty seats at the back of the carriage.

The two men had just sat down when the car started again, swaying around the Burrow, its body twisting around.

There was another loud bang, and the whole car rushed forward.

Ron flew out of his chair, and the piglet on his lap wrenched out of its cage and chirped to the back of the carriage, flapping its wings and landing on Hermione's shoulder. Ever since Hermione had fed her breadcrumbs last night, the owl had been particularly fond of sticking to her.

Hermione's right hand tightly held Evan beside her, and Evan grabbed the candle stand beside him, and the two barely fell.

He looked out the window, and they seemed to be speeding down a highway.

"It's just outside of Birmingham. The conductor Stansan Parker came over and greeted him warmly, "Hello, I went to the shop in Diagon Alley yesterday, I didn't buy the newspaper, there were too many people, and by the time it was my turn, the newspaper was sold out." But it doesn't matter, I'll tell you, I already have Blake's signature. ”

Evan and Hermione each hand Stan eleven sico, and he hands them the tickets.

On the Muggle streets, the Knight Bus leaned frighteningly, overtaking the inside of a small car and ramming into the surrounding sidewalks.

Hermione covered her eyes in fright, and the piglets swayed happily on her shoulders.

With a thud, all the chairs slid backwards, and the knight's bus jumped from the Birmingham road onto a secluded country road, full of twists and turns.

When the car pressed left and right on the side of the road, hedges jumped and dodged. They drove up a downtown main road, a viaduct in the middle of a mountain, and then a windswept street between the tall buildings, each time with a loud bang.

"Can't they just drive a little slower?!" Hermione said with a shudder.

"This car only has one speed!" said Aven, holding Hermione with one hand and holding the candle stand beside him tightly with the other, so they wouldn't be thrown out.

Compared to the Hogwarts Express, the comfort level of the Knight Bus is simply terrible.

Especially when the car was full, the environment in the car was even worse than the time Evan and Harry and Ron came to school in Mr. Weasley's car last year.

"Attention, the next stop is Hogwarts. Stan said cheerfully, staggering over unaffected.

Not far away, in the carriage, there were bursts of vomiting and terrible noises.

Evan opened the window a small slit, and with the cold fresh air, he saw the knight bus accelerate past a small shabby bar.

The shop dodged so that it didn't get hit.

It was the Pig's Head Bar, the severed Pig's Head sign creaking in the cold wind, and not far away, the snow-covered village of Hogsmeade, with no one on the street.

Snowflakes hit the large window in front of the car, and the knight's bus sped up again, and the car finally staggered to a halt outside the Hogwarts gates.

"We're here, kids!" Sirius helped carry everyone's luggage out of the car.

Immediately after, Ron was the second to rush out of the car.

His face was so bad that he was thrown from his seat six times along the way, and he muttered, "I don't want to sit on this thing again." ”

Evan and the others get out of the car, and they all wave at Stan.

The knight bus restarted and disappeared from the thin air.

The nine men struggled to drag the boxes down the icy driveway towards the castle, and although it was cold, everyone was excited and talked about topics of interest.

After a few seconds, the voice stopped instantly.

At the gate of the school wall, Evan saw that they were greeted by a black-robed Snape, with a cold smirk on his face and black eyes narrowed, looking at Sirius with a look of disgust.

Evan had naively thought that Snape would improve his attitude towards them after learning the truth about Lily's death and helping them capture Peter Pettigrew.

But he found himself wrong, and Snape was just as disgusted as before, if not more so than before.

"Welcome, welcome!" he said in that low, sarcastic tone.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius said immediately warily, his hand resting naturally on the wand at his waist.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders. Snape said in disgust, "It's a terrible job to be ordered to welcome a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." ”

"What about the other professors?" asked Harry, "why didn't Hagrid come?"

"It was clear that none of the other staff members were willing to take on this unpleasant job except me, and they had a big problem with a murderer becoming a professor at the school. Snape said, his voice becoming more and more sinister, "but that's not surprising, the Headmaster has always liked to hire strange guys"

"Go away!" Sirius cried out, "I don't need you to greet me, and disappear from my eyes before I can't resist beating you." ”

"That's right, I didn't intend to waste too much time here. The sneer on Snape's face became even more pronounced, "I'm not like you, I don't have infinite idleness. ”

Snape turned, ready to leave.

"Wait!" Sirius shouted suddenly, frowning, "I've heard a lot of things lately, the things you did to Harry at school during my absence. I have to warn you, if you're trying to find an excuse to bully Harry, I'll settle accounts with you. ”

"What a touching, dear godfather's concern for his godson. Snape sneered, "You must have noticed that Potter resembles his father, right?"

"Not bad. Sirius replied proudly.

Then you should know that he is arrogant and arrogant, and criticism is like a deaf ear to him. Snape said squeamishly.

"Humph!" Sirius pulled his wand out and strode toward Snape.

Snape also flashed his wand, and the two of them put on a shelf.

Sirius' face turned pale, and Snape seemed to be calculating, his gaze sweeping between Sirius' face and the tip of his staff.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted, but he didn't seem to hear.

"I warned you, Snot!" Sirius's face was less than a foot away from Snape's, "Dumbledore may think you've made a makeover, but I don't"

"Oh, then why don't you just say it to him?!" Snape whispered, "Are you worried that he won't take a murderer's words seriously? Hiring a pug to teach at Hogwarts is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen." (To be continued.) )