"Tell me, how Lucius Malfoy has been these days, and I hope he's happy to have his puppy studying at Hogwarts, isn't he?"

"Speaking of dogs," Snape said softly, "do you know the last time Lucius Malfoy recognized you when you were out for a walk? Give you a cast-iron window to get out of your hiding hole later, wasn't it, it should have been, oh I remember, it was Norway, with those bats?"

Sirius raised his wand. "No!" Harry shouted, jumping over the table and trying to walk between them.

"Sirius, don't!" Van Lin shouted, knowing that something would go wrong with the two of them together.

"Do you think I'm a coward?" Sirius roared, trying to push Harry away, but Harry wouldn't move away.

"Why, yes, I think I am," Snape said. "Harry—from—here—out—out!" Sirius roared frantically, shoving him aside with his other hand.

"You get out of the way. With that, Snape didn't hesitate to push Van Lin aside, "I need some guidance for this mad dog......"

The kitchen door opened, and the entire Weasley family, plus Hermione, all walked in, all looking very happy, walking proudly with Mr. Weasley in a striped pajamas covered in a blanket of rubber cloth.

"Healed!" Weasley announced loudly in the kitchen. "It's completely cured!"

Then he, like all the Weasleys, was stunned at first, staring blankly at the scene in front of them, and the action in the middle was aborted, Sirius and Snape staring at the door while their wands pointed at each other's faces, and Van Lin and Harry stood in the middle, trying to stop them from attacking each other.

"Merlin's beard," Mr. Weasley said with a sigh, the smile on his face fading away, "what are you doing here?"

Both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands. Van Lin looked from one to the other. Everyone had expressions of extreme contempt for each other, and they still couldn't imagine the feeling of so many witnesses pouring in from the entrance in one go.

Snape put away his wand, turned and walked across the kitchen, leaving without saying a word to Weasley.

At the door, he looked back.

"Six o'clock, Monday evening, Potter. So he went.

Sirius glared behind him, his wand beside him.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mr. Weasley again.

"Nothing, Arthur," Sirius said, panting, as if he had just run a long distance. "Just a friendly conversation between two old friends from school. He smiled as if it looked like a huge effort.

"So, you're cured? That's great news, really great. ”

"Yes, isn't it?" said Mrs. Weasley, leading her husband to a chair. "Stephen, the witch doctor, ended up using his magic to create an antidote to the bat's fangs"

"And Arthur also learned Muggle medicine, didn't he, my dear?" added Mrs. Weasley, looking a little upset.

"Yes, Jasmine, dear," Mr. Weasley said meekly.

"It's good to see you back, Mr. Weasley. ”

The dinner was a very happy one, and the joy of Mr. Weasley's return gripped them.

Harry could tell Sirius was trying to do this, but when his godfather didn't pay attention to him, laughing at Fred and George's jokes or offering more food to everyone, his face turned melancholy and pensive.

Harry had been artificially separated from Mondongues and Mad-Eye, celebrating Mr. Weasley.

He wanted to talk to Sirius, telling him to ignore what Snape had said, that Snape was deliberately provoking him that Sirius, who had been left in the old house by Dumbledore, was a coward.

But he didn't get a chance to do so, and, looking at the ugly look on Sirius' face, Harry sometimes wondered if he had a chance to bring it up.

Instead, he told Ron and Hermione in a small voice that he had to attend Snape's Occlumency class.

"Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort," Hermione said immediately.

"Well, you're not going to be sad to lose those dreams, are you?"

"Extra lessons with Snape?" Ron said, in a tone of shock. "I'd rather have nightmares!"

The next day, they returned to Hogwarts in the Knight's Bus, where they were once again escorted by Tonks and Lupin, and the next morning, when Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione came down, they were both in the kitchen for breakfast.

When Harry opened the door, the adults whispered, all of them looking flustered and quickly falling silent.

After a hurried breakfast, they all put on jackets and scarves to fight the cold, grey January morning.

This caused Harry to feel unpleasant, he didn't want to say goodbye to Sirius. He had a bad feeling about it; The next time they saw each other, he felt obligated to stop Sirius from doing something stupid - Harry feared that Snape's denunciation of his cowardice had stung Sirius deeply, and that it might have made him foolishly plan some trips outside the old house.

In fact, this is not allowed, Sirius is now receiving no less attention than Van Lin, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that Sirius is definitely on Dumbledore's side, and naturally has a lot of attention from the Ministry of Magic.

To make matters worse, Sirius had resigned from the Ministry of Magic, and with Fudge's attitude, they would definitely be staring Sirius to death, which would make them feel rewarded.

However, before Harry could remember what to say, Sirius had already come to his side and beckoned to him.

"I want you to take this," Sirius said calmly, stuffing Harry with a roughly wrapped baggage, presumably a paperback. "What's that?" Harry asked.

"Make me understand one way Snape is sorry for you, no, don't open it here!" Sirius said, looking warily at Mrs. Weasley, the man who was trying to persuade the twins to wear hand-knitted gloves.

"I don't think Jasmine will approve of it - but I want you to use him when you need me, okay?"

"Good," Harry said, putting the bag in the inside pocket of his jacket, but he knew that whatever it was, he wouldn't use it. It wouldn't be him, Harry, the one who lured Sirius out of safety, no matter how despicable Snape was to him in the upcoming Occlumency class.

"Let's go, then," Sirius said, patting Harry on the shoulder and smiling horribly, and before Harry could say anything else, they walked to the second floor and stopped at the locked door, surrounded by Weasleys.

"Goodbye, Harry, be careful," Mrs. Weasley said, hugging him.

"Goodbye, Harry, and keep an eye on those ...... for me," Mr. Weasley said kindly, shaking his hand.

"Okay—yes," Harry said distraughtly, 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 that, Sirius said something briefly, hugged him with one hand, and said, "Take care of yourself, Harry." ”

At that moment, Harry found himself running away into the cold winter air, and Tonx walked down the stairs in frustration.

"Help me take care of him, Van Lin. Sirius said earnestly.

"Yes. "But keep an eye on ......."

Van Lin 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!" Van Lin nodded, and without saying anything more, he turned to leave.

Twelve's door slammed shut behind them. They followed Lupin down the steps ahead. When he reached the sidewalk, he flipped through the record and looked around. On either side of its elongation, Twelve was rapidly shrinking, disappearing from view. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

"It's been a long time since I've been back in school, and hopefully Umbridge will change. Van Lin pretended to be relaxed, but judging by this posture, the day of leaving Hogwarts should not be too far away.

"Come here, the sooner we get on the bus, the better," said Tonx, and Vanlin saw her hurried glance around the square, apparently nervous from Mr. Weasley's business.

Lupin held out his right arm. Bang...... With a strong exhaust fume, the "Triple Decorator" bus appeared in the thin air ahead, barely avoiding hitting the nearest lamppost and jumping backwards. A thin, pimple-eyed young man with a kettle appeared in a confused fog, walked to the sidewalk, and said, "Welcome there—"

"Yes, yes, we know, thank you," Donx said quickly. “

Up, up, on—" She pushed Harry up the steps, past the conductor, and someone was watching Harry with glasses as he passed.

"Well-it's a lot of ——!"

"If you call out his name, I'm going to curse you until you forget it," Tonx muttered menacingly, now Ginny and Hermione separated.

"I always wish the holidays were longer," Ron said with some depression, joining Harry in the car and looking around.

It was late afternoon when Vanlin traveled for the last time on the Knight's Bus, and its three decks were filled with brass bed frames.

Now, in the wee hours of the morning, a mess of chairs line haphazardly around the windows. When the bus came to an abrupt stop next to the old house, those chairs by the window suddenly fell. Some witches and wizards still stood complaining, and some people's shopping bags slid to the side of the car: unpleasant mixtures of frog eggs, cockroaches, and custard cream were poured out, all scattered everywhere.

"Looks like we're going to have to separate," Donx said lightly, looking around the empty chair. "Fred, George and Ginny, if you sit in those seats in the back. Lupin can continue to be with you. ”

She, Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione walked up to the cabin above, and the place on the bus had two empty seats in front and two in the back.

Stan, the conductor, enthusiastically follows Harry and Ron to the back of the car. Everyone turned their heads as Harry passed, and when he sat down, he saw all the faces look back at the front again.

When Van Lin and Hermione each handed Stan eleven copper nats, the bus departed again.

As usual, the knight's bus shook violently, which was definitely the way the old driver drove.

It rumbled around the old house, leaving the sidewalk with a loud thud, and then, with another loud thud, he rushed again, Ron's chair topped to the right, and the piglet fell in front of his thigh, struggling out of his cage and chirping to the front of the car, landing on Hermione's shoulder.

Harry struggled to avoid falling on the candlesticks and looked out the window: the car was speeding forward on a motorized highway.

"It's just out of Birmingham," Stan said happily, answering Harry's unspoken question as Ron struggled to get up from the floor.

"You're doing well, Harry, I've been reading your name in the newspapers all summer, but that's not good. I said to Ella, I said, when I saw him, he didn't look like a fool, he was just showing off, wasn't he?"

He took their tickets and continued to look at him, looking at Harry in bewilderment.

Apparently, Stan doesn't care how crazy some people are, no matter how famous they are in the newspapers, the knight bus shakes violently, overtaking one car.

Looking to the front of the bus, Harry saw Van Lin carefully hugging Hermione, while the piglet swayed happily on Hermione's shoulder.

Bang – the chair fell backwards again as the Knights bus drove from Birmingham's motorway to a quiet country road with many treacherous bays.

The hedge walls on both sides of the road are receding. From here, they came to the main street in the middle of a busy town, then to a road surrounded by high mountains, and then to a road swept by the wind, each time with another loud thud.

"I've changed my mind," Ron muttered to himself, getting up from the floor for the sixth time, "I'm never going to ride this thing again." ”

"Listen, it's the Hogwarts stop after this," Stan said loudly, waving to them.

"An imperious woman in front got into the car, and he gave us a little tip to get ahead of the line, and we got Lady Martha out of the car first, although—" There was a disgusting sound from below, followed by a terrible noise, "—she didn't think she was the best. ”

A few minutes later, the knight bus stopped screaming at a tavern outside, trying to avoid a collision. They can hear Stan walking out of the bus with the unfortunate Lady Martha, reassuring the passengers behind him on the second floor.

The car started again, speeding up until—bang—they were making their way through the snow-covered Hogsmeade. Harry caught a glimpse of the Pig's Head Bar right next to the street, a terrible pig's head mark creaking in the cold wind. Snowflakes fall on the windows in front of the car.

Eventually, they stopped in front of the Hogwarts gates.