With a deafening thud, a three-story high, bright purple bus appeared in front of Gretel's eyes.

On the bright windshield are the words knight bus in gold letters.

The steam sounded, the door opened, and a wizard in a purple uniform with big ears poked his head out.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress.

Just stretch out your wand and get in the car and we'll take you wherever you want to go.

My name is Stan Sanpak and I'm a conductor on the Rider Bus. ”

If there was any other way, Glitter didn't want to ride the knight's bus, after all, it was rumored that it was almost zero in comfort.

But now that he had returned to London, the traces bound to his body made him give up the idea of using magic to travel.

Why not choose the Muggle mode of transportation, Glitter is not crazy yet.

The moment he returned through the portkey, Voldemort had definitely locked on.

If he dared to relax, the Death Eaters wouldn't mind a thrilling battle royale with him in the Muggle world.

Glitter knew his level, and he was able to take out Fenrir and Selwyn by surprise and sneak attack.

They just carelessly lost Jingzhou because of the asymmetry of information.

Fighting the Death Eaters head-on, Glitter really didn't feel like he had that level.

Especially, in this situation where Voldemort was bound to him.

There were people who had crossed the seas in the Americas, and now they had returned to Great Britain, and the number of people he could dispatch was definitely beyond his imagination.

Even if the backbone of the Death Eaters were locked up in Azkaban, it wasn't something he, a would-be sophomore, could compete with.

The knight's bus is the most suitable and his only option right now.

Rejecting the offer of fourteen sicos to give one piece of chocolate, Glitter handed Sanpak eleven silver sicos.

"Diagon Alley, thank you."

The driver was an elderly wizard with thick glasses hanging from his ears.

Glitter was sure that he must have not changed his glasses in a long time.

Because on the way to Diagon Alley, his car stumbled, and always forced it back when it was about to hit the sidewalk.

If it weren't for the lampposts, mailboxes, and garbage cans on the streets, Gretel believed that within a few days, Great Britain would have had one more urban legend.

The legend has it all figured out, and legend has it that in Great Britain, there is an invisible monster that always likes to destroy the public facilities of Great Britain.

Wherever it passes, lampposts will break, mailboxes will twist, and trash cans will be flattened.

All you can do is honestly hide in the sidewalk, which has an enchantment that it can't enter, and don't try to uncover its secrets.

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Gretel resisted the urge to get motion sickness, and when he reached the door of the Leaky Cauldron, he hurriedly jumped down.

Ignoring the words of the conductor behind him, Sampark: The knight bus, dedicated to taking every wizard out of trouble, welcomes you for your next ride.

Gretel swears that compared to the knight's bus, the apparition is definitely comfortable.

Feeling in his pocket, he regretted not preparing an extra bottle of palliative.

After taking a few deep breaths, I finally managed to soothe the churning stomach pouch.

"Jingle Bell~"

A few drunken wizards who had been drunk in broad daylight glanced up and went back to the wine table.

Glitter didn't expect to see an acquaintance here.

"Hi, Gretel."

Hannah Abbott sat at the bar and happily greeted Gretel.

In first grade, they took potions and flying lessons together for a school year.

It wasn't until Glitter walked to the bar that Aina noticed his face.

"Gretel, your face isn't too good, you can't come by knight's bus, right?"

In Hannah's shocked eyes, Gretel nodded.

"Oh my God, that's unfortunate, would you like a glass of butterbeer to press it down? Rest assured, I'm in for a treat. ”

"Forget it, no need, I don't like to drink, if you can, please give me a glass of warm water."

"Of course."

Hannah turned around and slipped into the bar's kitchen, bringing back a glass of warm water in a few minutes, along with a plate of sour lollipops.

"Eat some, what I've learned from other wizards is that when you're sick from car, eating something sour can make you feel a lot better.

You know, our bar is always so lively that you can see anyone.

I see a lot of wizards like you getting off the knight's bus every day. ”

Gretel rested for a while before his face became rosy again.

Hannah flipped through the second-grade textbook and inquired curiously about his current situation.

"I've heard you've been targeted by a mysterious man, is it true?

You can rest assured, the cauldron bar guarantees the safety of customers.

Are you going to live here, I promise, no one will be able to break into the Leaky Cauldron and steal someone. ”

This little girl, I had never seen her so talkative at school, and she always seemed nervous.

Especially when he was being stared at by Snape in Potions class.

"Maybe I really need to stay here for a few days, if Hogwarts can't let me check in early.

I'm here today to go to Diagon Alley to get my textbooks for school, and I didn't have the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks for the new semester in the Americas. ”

Although he didn't want to spend the money.

"America? You went to the Americas? How's it going to be there, isn't it fun? ”

Hearing Gretel's words, Hannah's eyes were about to light up with excitement.

"Well, I don't think it's much different from London, except in the Muggle world, of course."

"What, you still went to the Muggle world?" The little girl was really excited, and even attracted the attention of the bar guests.

The real owner of the bar came out of the kitchen and patted Hannah on the head before approaching.

"Hannah, your friend? Mind telling me about it? ”

Sure enough, it wasn't the savior who didn't even qualify to be remembered.

In the first place, Gretel was also taken by Hagrid to Diagon Alley, before Harry, and it was clear that Boss Tom didn't remember him.

"Mike Gretel, a Ravenclaw first-year student, has been in class with Miss Hannah, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Boss Tom."

After Gretel introduced himself, Tom, the owner of the bar, suddenly realized, patted his head and laughed.

"I remember the Diagon Alley where Hagrid took you when you were in first grade, but I remember you were skinny and small, and this year you look like a big kid.

By the way, our Hannah wrote to you that they have a genius at their level this year, and it's you, right? ”

Hearing Tom's words, Hannah blushed and pushed him back to the kitchen.

"Let's go cook, I'm hungry."

Tom smiled heartily, "Okay, okay, I'll cook rice, leave your classmates here to eat at noon, I'll cook more." ”

Hannah didn't say yes for Gretel, just looked at him.

"Then I'm sorry for you."

Gretel and Hannah have a pretty good relationship, and they often help Hannah with Potions classes privately last school year.

Hannah was relieved, "Uncle Tom, please cook more, Gretel's meal is very large, and I saw in the restaurant that he can eat several cutlets alone." ”

[I didn't find out the relationship between Tom and Hannah, the author pretends to be the uncle of the same family as Hannah, if there is any error, the official shall prevail.] 】

"By the way, Gretel, don't you still have to buy textbooks, I'll accompany you, there are a lot of textbooks, and it's easy for two people to take them." This time, Hannah didn't wait for Gretel's consent.

ran to the kitchen to explain, pulled Gretel and ran straight to the patio.

Hannah Abbott should be in and out of Diagon Alley a lot, and she doesn't have to count bricks like Hagrid does.

With a casual wand and a knock, the entrance to Diagon Alley was accurately opened.