Chapter 180

"What's your name?"

"Neville Longbottom," said Harry, who somehow remembered Neville's name. Perhaps his unfortunate experience is very similar to Neville's.

Turning his aunt into a balloon and letting her float over England, Harry could imagine with his toes that he would be summoned by the Ministry of magic tomorrow. In fact, he had been warned once.

"Well, then, this bus," he said quickly, hoping to distract sampak. "You just said it could go anywhere, didn't you?"

"Yes," said sampac proudly, "wherever you want to go, on land. Not under the water. Well, "he said, looking suspicious again," didn't you signal us to stop? You hold out your wand, don't you? "

"Yes," said Harry quickly. "Listen, how much is it to London?"

"Eleven silver Sikes," said sampak, "but if you pay 14, you get chocolate, and for 15 you get a thermos and a toothbrush, the color is up to you."

"Of course, if you add one, I can also prepare some food for your pet But what does this little thing eat Is cat food OK? "

"Er This is not my pet... " Harry said, "maybe..."

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

"All right." Harry quickly interrupted sampak's nonsense. He took out a handful of silver coins and handed them to sampak.

There were no seats in the car; behind the curtain windows, there were six beds with brass pillars. Candles were lit on the brackets next to each bed, illuminating the walls with wainscots.

Now, I'm in the back of the car, grunts the little man I turned over in my sleep.

There's no trace extension. Fanlin thought, the space inside is very large, at least better than those small hotels!

"You sleep on this one." Whispered sampak, pushing Harry's box under the bed behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. "This is our driver, eunplan. Ernie, this is Neville Longbottom. "

Eunplan was an old wizard with thick glasses. He nodded to Harry, and Harry flustered his forehead again and sat down on his bed. "Drive, Ernie." Sampak said he was sitting in an armchair next to Erne.

There was another big bang, and Harry and van Lin fell on the bed involuntarily, the result of the speed of the Knight Bus throwing him back. The most amazing thing is that the originally sleeping witches didn't mean to wake up. In fact, they were the only ones who didn't get used to it.

Whimpered van Lin, getting on the damn Knight Bus with Harry was no better than being chased by Sirius.

Harry pulled himself together and looked out of the dark window to see that they were now moving steadily and fast along a completely different street.

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

"This is where you signaled us to come down." He said, "where are we now, ern? Is it somewhere in Wales? "

"Yes." Said Orn.

"Why can't Muggle hear the car?" Asked Harry.

"They!" Sampac said scornfully, "no good, is that it? It's not good to see. They don't pay attention to anything. "

"It's better to wake up Ms. marsh now, Stan," ORN said. "We're going to abergavini."

Stan walked past Harry and disappeared on a narrow staircase. Harry was still looking out of the window, more and more nervous. Erne didn't seem to be adept at steering. The Knight Bus always bumps into the sidewalk, but it doesn't hit anything; rows of lampposts, mail boxes, and trash cans all jump around as the bus comes by, and when it passes, it returns to its original position.

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

"Take your time, Ms. marsh." Thornpark said happily, as Erne stepped on the brakes and the beds slid about a foot in front of the car. Ms. marsh put a handkerchief over her mouth and staggered out of the car. Stan threw her bag at her and slammed the door; there was another loud bang, and the car rumbled down a narrow country road, with trees on both sides jumping out of the way.

"Here's your hot water and chocolate, of course..." Said sampac, who took out an iron basin and put it on the ground. "Is cat food OK?"

Fanlin squeaked. From the beginning, he hated this sampac. If he could change back, he must use his wand to educate sampac.

Fanlin broke free from Harry's hands. He didn't even bang the pot of cat food. If Harry and sampac ate it, he didn't mind. Anyway, Fanlin would not eat it.He jumped to the table and drank a little hot water. Then he opened the wrapping paper of chocolate skillfully, and he was kind enough to give Harry half of it.

Sampac and Harry looked at him in surprise.

"It seems that he doesn't eat cat food..." Said Harry, picking up half of the chocolate.

"Your pet is really good..." Sampac seems to want to touch van Lin, but Van Lin cleverly hides behind Harry, he does not want to bite sampac, the taste is too heavy.

"Ha ha Interesting little thing Said sampac, and he ignored Fanlin.

Sampac opened a Daily Prophet, and he was reading it, with his tongue between two rows of teeth. There is a man with a sunken face and tangled long hair on the front page. He blinks slowly at Harry. He looks strangely familiar.

"That man!" Harry said, forgetting his own troubles for a while. Muggle's newspaper also published him

Fanlin followed Harry's eyes and looked at it without accident. It was a picture of Sirius Black. As the biggest media in the magic world, the Ministry of magic will certainly publish this heinous fugitive and Death Eater in their mouth!

Sampac went back 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 was blank. Sampac looked and chuckled, showing a sense of superiority. He tore off the first edition and handed it to Harry. "You should read more newspapers, Neville." Harry read the newspaper close to the candle light: Blake is still at large. The Ministry of magic confirmed today that Sirius Black, considered the most notorious prisoner in Azkaban castle, is still not arrested.

"We're trying to recapture black," magic minister Cornell fudge said this morning. "We're asking the magic community to remain calm."

Some members of the International Federation of witches have criticized fudge for not informing the Muggle prime minister that black was at large.

The easily irritated fudge said, "Oh, I have to. Don't you know? Black is out of his mind. Anyone who meets him will be in danger, whether you are a magician or a Muggle. I was assured by the prime minister that he would not reveal a word about Blake's true identity to anyone. Let's face it - if he says it, who will believe him? "

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