"Get in the car, Ernne. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Stan said, sitting in the armchair next to Ern.

There was another loud bang, and Vio slammed into the copper pillar behind him from sliding across the bed due to inertia, and let out a muffled grunt.

"Hold on, Bailey. Stan said, "You're going to make Yrne a little nervous." ”

Vio rubbed his head, not paying attention to him. She perked herself up and looked out the window in the afternoon sun, where the trees on either side were rapidly receding, blurring into shadows out of the corner of her eye.

But the car didn't walk on that asphalt road at all, but plunged headlong into the forest to spread joy.

All the trees were afraid of this monster that had rushed a hundred kilometers at once, and when the car writhed and rushed over and saw that it was about to crash,

Stan is still staring at Vio.

"That's where you signaled us to come down. He said, "Where are we now, Ernne, where is it in Kent?"

"Hmm. Erne muttered indistinctly.

"But I've never heard of such a large manor house in Kent, it's new, right? Or I guess you're more like you're here, the owner is very welcoming, your suitcase is heavy."

"......" Vio felt a wave of dizziness. "Can you just don't talk to me ...... yet?"

The car made a 270-degree turn just in time, and then rushed forward to the brakes.

Both Vio and Stan pounce uncontrollably at Erne, but a punch pops out from behind Erne's seat, punching Stan directly in front of him, and then successfully making him turn and pounce on the bridge, letting out a pig-killing scream.

Vio had his lesson in front of him, and in a hurry, Shengzhi stretched out his hands and grabbed the fist, and the result was not bad.

The fist wanted to hit her, but she couldn't take it back to punch, and when Vio slowed down his body balance, the fist had no attack power.

It hung limply.

"Wake up Miss Jenton, Stan, we're almost at Windsor Castle. Ern pulled down the rearview mirror in front of his seat, then carefully tipped the fist that hung over his shoulder.

Stan couldn't get up for half a day, and Ernne looked at Vio next to him.

"No! I can!" Stan clutched his nose and pushed himself up, then fell down again

"Tell me where she's sitting. Vio said.

Stan "swished" up straight, "Upstairs bed four." Wear green travel clothes and you'll definitely be instantly recognizable. ”

Vio was about to repent, when the fist on Erne's back came out again, and he didn't even scream, and lay straight down.

Ernn looks at Stan with a sigh and doesn't say anything, except that he starts the car once. It seems that this happens a lot.

Vio found himself speechless, so he turned and walked up the narrow staircase behind the carriage.

The furnishings on the upper floors are similar to those downstairs, but the height of the space is lower, and the windows are also reduced in equal proportions, so the brightness does not change much.

Sure enough, Vio easily spotted a woman in a light green coat, she was about thirty years old, very petite, and her eyes were not big, and she was secretly looking at Vio from a newspaper placed in front of her.

"You're Ms. Jenton? Vio struggled to squeeze a smile.

Miss Jenton nodded cautiously, then smiled timidly. She folded the newspaper in her hand and followed Vio downstairs without much effort.

Stan is at the door, recovering his spirits.

"Walk slowly, Ms. Jenton. Stan said happily as Ernn hit the brakes, and the beds in the car all slid about a foot in front of the car.

Ms. Jenton covered a handkerchief over her mouth and staggered out of the car.

Before leaving, he shuddered and handed Stan her newspaper, who happily took it, then tossed her bag to her and slammed the door shut;

There was another loud thud, and the car rumbled along a row of houses, almost to the Muggle-more area.

Stan opens the newspaper, which he appears to be reading, his tongue resting between the two rows of teeth.

The front page photo shows a man with a sunken face and tangled long hair, blinking slowly at Vio with an indifferent expression.

"Sirius Black," Stan nodded as if she was asking, though Vio didn't say anything, "It's funny and scary that Muggles were told that this fugitive had a gun, haha, do you know what a gun is, Bailey?"

Vio's face went blank. Stan looks at it and giggles, revealing a sense of superiority. He tore off the first version and handed it to Vio.

"It's better to read more newspapers than to go to relatives and ask for a bunch of useless gifts, Bailey. ”

Vio leaned into the candlelight of the newspaper and read it: Black is still on the run, and the Ministry of Magic confirmed today that Sirius Black, who is believed to be the most notorious of the prisoners who have ever spent time in Azkaban Castle, is still unapprehended.

"We are working to recapture Black," Secretary of Magic Cornelius Fudge said this morning, "and we ask the wizarding community to remain calm. Some members of the International Confederation of Wizards had criticized Fudge for not informing the Muggle Prime Minister of Black's fugitive.

Fudge, who was easily enraged, said, "Oh, I had to do this, don't you know? Anyone who encounters him is in danger, whether you are a wizarding or a Muggle. I was assured by the Prime Minister that he would not confide a word about Black's true identity to anyone. Let's face it, if he says it, who will believe him?"

It seems that the Ministry of Magic is in close contact with the conquest of the Muggle world, Vio thought.

Muggles are told that Black is carrying a gun (a metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other),

("yes, that's it, Bailey, get it?" Stan said) and the wizarding community feared a repeat of the massacre a year ago, when Blake killed thirteen people with a single spell.

Vio looked at Blake's misty eyes, and in that sunken face, only these eyes seemed to be a little angry.

A man who had been in Azkaban for thirteen years and could still consciously seek out Harry must have a strong mind.

"He looks scary, doesn't he?" Stan said. He was watching while Vio was reading the newspaper.

"The newspapers are always rhetorical and not true. Vio said, returning the newspaper to Stan.

"Talk about Bailey, he killed thirteen people with a spell!" Stan said, "in front of the witnesses. In broad daylight. It's a big problem, Erne, isn't it?"

"Hmm. Ernn said gloomily.

Stan spun around in the armchair and put his hands on the back of the chair to get a better look at VIO.

"Blake is a supporter of the mystery man. ”

"Voldemort?" said Vio, looking at him with a smirk. She said this deliberately, and the effect was obvious.

Stan's face is so panicked that even the pimples turn white, and Erne spun the wheel so quickly that the entire farm had to jump to the side to avoid the car.

"Are you crazy?" Stan yelled, "why did you mention his name on purpose?"

"Yo, I forgot. Vio said maliciously, "Don't you think it's funny, you just told me with a smile that Blake killed thirteen people, and I thought you would like to hear the name of the villain." ”

"Why," Stan said weakly, "oops, my heart is beating so fast." ”

"Blake is a supporter of the Mysteries," Stan said, still touching his heart, "that's what people say, anyway, when little Harry Potter was about to be killed by the Mysteries......"

Erne braked suddenly, and in front of the car's wipers, a green garbage bin flew by, which was half-open, and there seemed to be a pair of dark eyes flashing inside......

When Vio comes to his senses, Stan is still chattering.

"All of Mystery's supporters are hunted down, aren't they, Ernne? Most of these people know that now that Mystic has fled, they're finished, so they're all honest. Sirius Black is not like that. I've heard that he thinks that one day the mysterious man will be in power, and he will be the number two man. ”

"Little Huijin has arrived. Ernne said.

"Ah, you've arrived at your destination, Bailey!" Stan greeted her warmly, carrying her suitcase.

After he put the box out of the car, Vio took the opportunity to say to Stan before the car had even left, "I also have a suggestion to read less newspapers for you, especially the Daily Prophet in the next few years, that thing is useless, it's all a lie." Goodbye, Stan!

(To be continued.) )