After a lot of panic, Draco finally left the mansion. When he stood still on the side of the street, he breathed a sigh of relief, but after a while he was secretly silent.

Since when did even going out feel like a big war for him? You know, that's his own door!

Draco suddenly felt that since he had been at Hogwarts, there had never been a happy time.

That Potter kid was working against him from the beginning, obviously a star in the wizarding world, but he didn't be friends with him Master Malfoy? And then it was the same McKellen...... Forget it, that guy couldn't be messed with from the beginning, let alone now......

But right now, he has to be cautious even in his own home, for fear that he will offend the "distinguished guest" if he is not careful, what is this matter?

His Malfoy family is the glory of pure-blood, and his ancestors have also produced a large number of famous wizards, who would have thought that there would be such a time of grievance now?

However, Draco thought about it, and finally sighed.

The so-called misfortune of the family is often a ripening agent for the child, and as he grows older and has all kinds of changes, he has to become more mature. Although Draco Malfoy would still be proud of his family and surname, after learning to judge the situation a few times, he finally understood that the situation is stronger than people.

At the beginning, it was Lucius, the father, who made him live a low-key life; And now, even if he can't see his father all the time, he has finally figured out the necessity of looking up at people and bowing his head to do things.

After a moment on the side of the street, Draco drew his wand and waved it across the street. After a while, I saw two houses on the other side of the street twisting their waists to make way of a road, and then a purple three-decker bus rushed straight from that road.

With a tooth-aching creak, the bus went from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet, and came to a steady stop beside Draco, right in the middle of the road.

"Whoa—"

A young conductor violently pulled open the door, leaned against the edge of the door, and casually read the lines dictated by the boss.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, we have this emergency bus for witches and wizards in distress, all you have to do is stretch out your wand and board the bus and we will ......"

It was the first time Draco had sat on this thing, and he looked at the two cars casually, not paying any attention to what the conductor had said. Before the other party could finish speaking, he wanted to pull the conductor away and walk into the car.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he immediately retracted.

Yes, Master Malfoy's temper hasn't changed much, but the cruel reality has taught him to think more about his words and deeds. Even if you really look down on the conductor in your heart, sometimes, there's no need to worry about these people, right?

Fortunately, probably because the lines have been read too many times, the conductor's mouth has been practiced quite neatly. He didn't even pause for a long line, and finished it in one breath.

"Sir, please get in the car! Where are you going? ”

After the other party got out of the way, Draco said "Hogsmeade Village" as he walked up with his suitcase, and then looked curiously into the depths of the carriage.

At this sight, he frowned.

Although the car was built and operated in imitation of Muggle buses, there were naturally no Muggle-style seats inside. It was daytime, and there were no beds with brass pillars in the carriages, but instead they were a mess of chairs.

It stands to reason that a typical pure-blood wizard like Draco would not want to ride the knight bus. They had always felt that it was an insult to have something that looked like a Muggle in the wizarding world, let alone sit on it. In normal times, he would travel in his own Thestrals.

But now, he had to rely on this thing to get to Hogsmeade, which really seemed ridiculous to him. In particular, this carriage is dirty no matter how you look at it!

The conductor, of course, didn't know what Draco was thinking, and when he saw that someone was on the bus, he pulled the door shut again. Perhaps because Draco's clothes revealed his good status, he clearly showed some deliberate stuttering.

"Oh, Hogsmeade? Yes! There's been a lot of people going there lately, and it's like a trend, huh...... Mr. Dumbledore's funeral! The conductor raised an eyebrow, his words full of worldliness, "But it's a bit far from here to Hogsmeade, and it's a lot of money...... Hey, you look like you're from a big family, and this money must be nothing to you, but I'm talking too much......"

"How much?" Draco didn't want to talk nonsense, and asked directly.

"Two gold gallons plus nine silver sico...... It's going to go through the whole of the UK! It's a bit far...... Really ......"

Seeing that the other party was chattering endlessly, Draco didn't say a word, took out three Galleons and threw them in front of the other party. The conductor was quick and caught it with both hands.

"No need to look for it!" He said casually.

The Malfoys may not have anything else, but there is a lot of gold gallons. They have been money collectors for generations, and the savings of the past generations alone are enough to eat, drink and enjoy themselves for generations, not to mention the large family business that is constantly earning them more gold Galleons.

Not to mention anything else, the money donated to Hogwarts every year alone can already make most wizarding families dumbfounded.

"Okay!" The conductor suddenly became more enthusiastic, as if he had seen a long-lost relative, "This is really ...... Come on, please sit here—"

Before Draco could sit down in a chair that looked barely acceptable, he heard the conductor shout happily to the front of the carriage.

"Erne, it's time to go!"

Before the words fell, as the driver Erne jerked the gear lever, the whole car immediately rushed forward like a wild horse off the leash. For a while, the carriage was turned upside down for a while.

Draco felt as if he had been grabbed by the back of his chair and slid backwards uncontrollably, then crashing into the other chairs. But before he could react, the bus creaked to the left again.

"Bang!"

Draco was caught off guard for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, he was thrown to the right side of the car with a chair, his face already pressed against the solid window.

Fortunately, there seemed to be some kind of magic in the compartment of the knight's bus, and the slamming did not knock out anything wrong with his handsome face.

"Damn, that's a curiosity...... Never do this broken car again! Never! Draco looked out the window at the rapid flow of color, but his heart was full of regret.

The speed of this knight bus is extremely fast, and there are only two gears from start to finish - the first is to move forward and the second is to brake. While it was a reference to Muggle buses, it was a real challenge for wizards who had rarely set foot in the Muggle world to design cars in a proper manner.

But even though it's not a great experience, it's still popular with many middle-class wizards, because it's really fast and convenient...... Although it is indeed a little expensive.

Not long after, when the driver pulled the gear lever again, Malfoy pounced forward as the speed of the bus suddenly dropped to zero.

Soon he heard the conductor open the door again, leaning against the door and muttering his own lines.

“…… How much does it cost to go to Hogsmeade? I...... I don't know if it's enough......"

Before the conductor could finish his lines, another voice rang out. Draco sounded familiar, and when he thought about it, he put aside the anger in his head for a while, propped himself up, and looked ahead.

"Is that stupid big guy from Longbottom?" His gaze crossed over to the conductor and he immediately recognized who it was.

The little chubby dun in the past has now become a stupid big one, which has to be said to be a wonderful change. To be honest, this cowardly boy who lacks a string in his head is getting more and more like a dog the longer he grows...... Although it is not half as handsome as his Draco Malfoy!

"From here to Hogsmeade, one gold galleon plus seven silver sico, not one less." The conductor said loudly, "Don't look at me like that, this is the price set by our boss, I can't be the master!" ”

"Ah...... Well...... All right...... I'll look for ...... again."

The two of them muttered and puffed for a while before Neville silently moved himself into the car with his mouth pursed.

Although the Longbottom family was once a pure-blood family and had glorious generations in the past, the family now relies on his grandmother to support them. And the ancestors of previous generations did not run the Longbottom family well, not to mention making money, but losing a lot.

Although it is not to the point of being very poor, the money really has to be saved.

As soon as he stepped into the carriage, Neville caught a glimpse of Draco's figure, and he immediately shrank to his feet, but a look of cowardice and anger appeared on his face.

He remembered Draco's vitriolic slander of his parents, which he hated the most in his life.

Draco, for his part, just glanced at Neville casually, as if he hadn't seen him at all, pulled over another chair and sat down. This time he sat by the armrest of the carriage, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he could reach out—he wouldn't be able to make a foreign appearance in front of Longbottom later!

When the conductor shouted at the driver again, Draco quickly hugged the pillar beside him, and then looked at Neville with a subtle look on his face.