Chapter 505

After a lot of panic, Draco finally left the house. When he stood still in the street, he was greatly relieved, but soon he was silent again.

Since when did he feel like a big war when he even went out of the door? You know, that's his own door!

Draco suddenly felt that he had never had a good time since he entered Hogwarts.

At the beginning, the potter boy confronted him. He was clearly a star in the magic world. He didn't make friends with master Malfoy? Then there was that McClain... Forget it, that guy couldn't afford it from the beginning, let alone now

But at present, he should be cautious even in his own house, for fear that he would offend the "distinguished guest" if he was not careful. What is this?

His Malfoy family is the glory of pure blood. There have been a lot of famous wizards in his ancestors. How could he have thought that he would be so oppressed now?

However, Draco thought, but finally sighed.

The so-called family misfortune is often the child's ripening agent. With the growth of age and various 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 several times, he finally understood that the situation was better than people.

At first, Lucius, the father, made him live a low-key life; Now, even if he can't see his father from time to time, he has finally figured out the necessity of looking up and doing things.

After a pause on the street, Draco pulled out his wand and waved it down the street. Not long after, I saw two houses across the street, twisting their waist and giving way to a road, and then a purple three-story bus rushed straight from the road like lightning.

Accompanied by the sour "creak" suddenly, the bus stopped steadily beside Draco from pole to pole, and was directly across the middle of the road.

"Wow -"

A young conductor roughly opened the door, leaned against the door, and casually read the lines stipulated by the boss.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus. We have set up this emergency passenger service for the male and female wizards in trouble. Just stretch out your wand and get on the bus, and we will..."

Draco was the first time to ride this thing. He looked at the two cars casually, but he didn't care what the conductor said. Before the other party finished, he wanted to pull open the conductor and walk into the car.

But as soon as he reached out, he immediately retracted.

Yes, young master Malfoy's temper has not changed much, but the cruel reality taught him to think more about his words and deeds. Even if you really look down on the conductor in your heart, sometimes you don't have to worry about these people, do you?

Fortunately, probably because the lines have been read too many times, the conductor's mouth has been practiced quite neatly. He finished a long line without a pause.

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

When the other party got out of the way, Draco said "Hogsmeade village" while walking up with his suitcase, and then looked curiously into the depths of the carriage.

At this sight, he immediately frowned.

Although this car is made and operated in imitation of Muggle buses, it naturally has no Muggle seats inside. It's day now. There are no brass beds in the carriage, but instead of them, there are all kinds of chairs in a mess.

Normally, a typical pure blood family wizard like Draco doesn't want to take the Knight Bus. They always felt that the emergence of Muggle like things in the magic world was an insult, let alone sitting on it. If it were normal, he would travel as his own Vernon carriage.

But now he had to go to Hogsmeade with this thing, which made him feel a little ridiculous. Especially, the carriage is dirty!

Of course, the conductor didn't know Draco's inner thoughts. When he saw people getting on the bus, he pulled the door again. Perhaps because Draco's clothes show a good identity, he obviously shows some deliberately flattering meaning.

"Oh, Hogsmeade village? Yes! There have been a lot of people there recently. It's like a trend, eh... Mr. Dumbledore's funeral!" the conductor raised his eyebrows, and his words were full of secular atmosphere, "But it's a little far from here to Hogsmeade, and the fare is still a lot... Hey, you see, you're from a big family. This money must be nothing to you at all, but I'm talkative..."

"How much?" Draco asked directly, not wanting to talk nonsense.

"Two golden galleons and nine silver Sikes... It's going to drive all over Britain! It's a little far... Really..."

Seeing that the other party was talking endlessly, Draco took out three garonnes and threw them in front of the other party. The conductor was quick in eyes and hands and caught them with his hands.

"Keep the change!" he said casually.

Malfoy's family may not have anything else. There are many jingaron. They have been experts in collecting money for generations. The savings of previous generations alone are enough for generations to eat, drink and enjoy, not to mention a large number of family industries constantly earning more jinjialong for them.

Not to mention anything else, just the funds donated to Hogwarts every year can make most wizard families look silly.

"OK!" the conductor immediately became more enthusiastic, as if he had met his long lost relatives. "This is really... Come on, please sit here -"

When Draco had just sat down in a chair that seemed barely acceptable, before he could settle down, he heard the conductor shouting happily at the front of the carriage.

"Ernie, it's leaving!"

As the driver Erne jerked on the shift lever, the whole car immediately ran forward like a wild horse out of the reins. For a time, the car was turned upside down for a while.

Draco felt as if he had been grabbed by the back of the chair. He slid back uncontrollably, and then crashed into the other chairs. But before he could react, the bus turned left again.

"Bang!"

Draco was caught off guard for a while. In the twinkling of an eye, he was thrown to the right side of the carriage by people with chairs, and his face was firmly attached to the solid window glass.

Fortunately, however, it seemed that some magic had been applied in the carriage of the Knight Bus. The sudden collision did not cause anything wrong with his handsome face.

"Damn it, I'm so curious... I'll never make this old car again! Never!" Draco looked at the beautiful scene flowing rapidly outside the window, but he was filled with remorse.

The speed of the Knight Bus is very fast. There are only two gears from beginning to end - the first is forward and the second is braking. Although it does refer to Muggle buses, it is really difficult for these wizards who rarely set foot in Muggle world to design cars according to rules.

But even if the ride experience is not beautiful, it is still welcomed by many middle-class wizards because it is really fast and convenient... Although it is a little expensive.

Before long, when the driver pulled down the shift lever again, Malfoy rushed forward as the bus speed suddenly returned to zero.

Soon he heard that the conductor opened the door again, leaned against the door and whispered his lines.

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

Before the conductor finished reading his lines, another voice sounded. Draco listened and felt familiar. When he cared, he put aside his anger for the time being, raised his body and looked forward.

"It's lombarton, that silly big man?" he looked over the conductor and recognized the man at once.

The little fat man in the past has now become a big fool, which has to be said to be a wonderful change. To be honest, the cowardly boy who lacks a string in his head is becoming more and more like a dog... Although he is not half as handsome as tadraco Malfoy!

"From here to Hogsmeade, one jingaron plus seven silver Sikes can't do without one." the conductor shouted, "don't look at me like that. This is the price set by our boss. I can't be the master!"

"Ah... Um... Ok... I'll find it again..."

The two people in front muttered and pestered for a long time, and Neville moved himself into the car silently with his mouth flat.

Although the longbarton family used to be a pure blood family and had a brilliant generation in the past, now the family depends on grandma. The ancestors of previous generations did not manage the longbarton family well. Let alone make money, they lost a lot.

Although we are not very poor now, we really have to save money.

As soon as he got into the carriage, Neville saw Draco's figure at a glance. He immediately shrunk his feet, but two opposite expressions of cowardice and anger appeared on his face.

He can still remember that Draco was the most hated thing in his life when he slandered his parents.

Draco just glanced at Neville casually, as if he hadn't seen him at all, pulled over another chair and sat down. This time he was sitting by the armpost in the carriage and could reach out - he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Longbottom later!

When the conductor shouted to the driver again, Draco quickly hugged the pillar around him, and then looked subtly at Neville with a joke mind.