"What's your name?"

"Neville Longbottom," said Harry, who had somehow remembered Neville's name, perhaps his current unfortunate experience was very similar to Neville's. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Turning his aunt into a balloon and letting her float over England, Harry could have imagined on his toes that he would be summoned by the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, in fact, he had already been warned once.

"Well—then, this bus," he said quickly, hoping to distract Sanpark, "you just said it could go anywhere, did you?"

"Yes," said Sampak proudly, "wherever you want, as long as it's on land." You can't go underwater. "Huh," he said, looking suspicious again, "didn't you signal us to stop?

"Yes," said Harry, "listen, how much does it cost to go to London?"

"Eleven silver sico," said Sampak, "but if you pay fourteen, you get chocolate, and fifteen you get a thermos and a toothbrush, the color of your choice." ”

"Of course, if you're adding one, I can also have some food for your pet...... But what does this little thing eat...... Is cat food OK?"

"Uh...... It's not my pet......" Harry said, "maybe......"

"But he came up with you. "If it's not your pet, maybe ......."

"Alright!" Harry quickly interrupted Sampak's gibberish. He pulled out a handful of silver coins and handed it to Sampak.

There were no seats in the car, and behind the curtained windows sat six beds with brass posts. Candles are lit on the shelves next to each bed, illuminating the wall with wainscoting.

A little wizard, wearing a nightcap, muttered in the back of the car, "Not now, thank you, I'm pickling slugs." He rolled over in his sleep.

There's a Traceless Extension Spell in it. Van Lin thought that the space inside was very large, at least much better than those cramped hotels!

"You sleep on this. Thornpark whispered, shoving Harry's suitcase under the bed behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. "This is our driver, Einplain. Ern, this is Neville Longbottom. ”

Einplaine is an older wizard who wears glasses with very thick lenses. He nodded to Harry, who frantically smoothed his forehead again and sat down on his bed. "Get in the car, Ernne. He sat in the armchair next to Erne, Mr. Sampark said.

There was another loud thud, and Harry and Van Lin fell involuntarily to the bed, the speed of the knight's bus throwing him backwards. The most amazing thing is that the wizards who were sleeping soundly did not mean to wake up, in fact, only the two of them did not adapt to it.

Van Lin squeaked, getting on the damn knight's bus with Harry was no better than being chased by Sirius.

Harry picked himself up and looked out the dark window to see that they were now driving steadily and quickly along a completely different street.

Thornpark was sitting in his armchair, looking with interest at Harry's surprised face, and at the panicked ferret.

"That's where you signaled us to come down. He said, "Where are we now, Erne?

"Yes. Ernne said.

"Why can't Muggles hear about this car?" asked Harry.

"They!" said Sampak contemptuously, "not to listen well, is it so? They don't pay attention to anything. ”

"You'd better wake up Miss Marsh now, Stan," Ernne said, "we're going to Abergavinny soon." ”

Stan walks past Harry and disappears down a narrow staircase. Harry was still looking out the window, feeling more and more nervous. Erne doesn't seem to be skilled at mastering the steering wheel. The knight's bus was always hitting the sidewalk, but it couldn't hit anything, and the rows of lampposts, mailboxes, and garbage cans jumped out of the way of the car, and when it passed, it returned to its original position.

Sampak returned downstairs, followed by a witch in a light green travel coat.

"Slow down, Ms. Marsh. Sanpark said happily as Ernn hit the brakes, and the beds in the car slid about a foot in front of the car. Ms. Marsh covered a handkerchief over her mouth and staggered out of the car. Stan tosses her bag at her and slams the door shut, and with another loud thud, the car rumbles along a narrow country road, trees on both sides jumping out of the way.

"It's your hot water and chocolate, ......of course," said Sampark, who took out an iron basin and placed it on the ground, "Is cat food okay?"

Van Lin squeaked, he hated this Sampak very much from the beginning, if he could turn back to Van Lin, he must use his wand to educate Sampak well.

Van Lin broke free from Harry's hand at once, he didn't even slam the pot of cat food, if Harry and Sampark ate it, he wouldn't mind, whatever, Van Lin wouldn't eat it anyway.

He jumped on the table and drank some hot water, then he expertly opened the chocolate wrapper, and he kindly gave Harry half of it.

Sampark and Harry both looked at him in amazement.

"Looks like he doesn't eat cat food......" Harry said, picking up half of the chocolate he had left.

"This pet of yours is really nice......" Sampak seemed to want to touch Van Lin, but Van Lin deftly hid behind Harry, he didn't want to bite Sampak, the smell was too strong.

"Haha...... Interesting little thing!" said Sampak, ignoring Van Lin.

Sanpak opened a copy of the Daily Prophet, and he was reading it, his tongue resting between the two rows of teeth. The large front-page photo shows a man with a sunken face and tangled long hair winking at Harry slowly. He looked strangely familiar.

"That man!" said Harry, forgetting about his own troubles for a moment. Muggle newspapers have been in him, too!"

Van Lin followed Harry's gaze, not surprisingly, it was a picture of Sirius Black, as the largest media in the wizarding world, of course the Ministry of Magic would publish this fugitive they called the most vicious fugitive, the Death Eater!

Sampak re-flipped to the first edition and giggled.

"Sirius Black," he said, nodding, "of course he'll be in the Muggle papers, Neville." Where were you?"

Harry's face went blank. Sampak looked at it and giggled, revealing a sense of superiority. He tore off the first plate and handed it to Harry. "You should read the newspaper, Neville. Harry leaned in close to the candlelight and read the paper: Black was still at large, and the Ministry of Magic confirmed today that Sirius Black, believed to be the most notorious of the prisoners who had ever spent time in Azkaban Castle, was 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 have 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?"