Chapter 190

In the chaos before departure, Harry had no chance to talk to Ron or Hermione or vaseline; they were busy moving all their trunks down the narrow stairs of the Leaky Cauldron bar and piling them up next to the gate.

Hedwig and Percy's shrieking owl, Hermes, were in their own cages, and they were placed on the top of the luggage with Wallin's. A small wicker basket was placed next to the boxes, purring noisily.

"It's all right, crook hill," Hermione coaxed the cat through the wicker basket. "I'll let you out on the train."

"Don't let it go," Ron snapped. "What about poor spot, huh?"

He pointed to his chest, where there was a large lump, indicating that the spot was hidden in Ron's pocket.

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, and Fanlin quickly stepped up to block between the two men. It was not the time to break out a war or something.

Mr. Weasley had been waiting outside for the Ministry's car, and now he put his head in.

"Here comes the car." He said, "Harry, come on."

Mr. Weasley forced Harry to walk across a short section of the sidewalk. Just as everyone got on the bus, Harry was stopped by Mr. Weasley. It seemed that some advice was necessary because of Sirius.

Come down here, Mr. Weasley said quietly

He tossed his head towards a pillar, and Harry followed him to the back of the pillar and left the others around Mrs. Weasley.

"There is something I must tell you before you leave - Mr. Weasley said nervously.

"Well, Mr. Weasley," said Harry, "I already know."

"You know? How do you know that? "

"His goal is me, isn't it..." Harry said he was calm.

"Er Harry, you know... " Mr. Weasley said it looked a little anxious. "No - to be honest, nothing. In this way, you didn't break your promise to fudge, and I knew what was going on

"Harry, you must be scared to death..."

"No," Harry said sincerely, "really, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's not just him who wants to kill me." He added, because Mr. Weasley didn't seem to believe it.

"I'm not trying to be a hero, but seriously, Sirius Black is not more vicious than Voldemort, is he?" Mr. Weasley shuddered at the name, but soon overcame it. "Harry, I know you are, well, stronger than fudge thought. You're not afraid. I'm happy, but..."

"Arthur Cried Mrs. Weasley, who is now taking care of these people on the train. "Arthur, what are you doing? It's time to go! "

"He's coming, Molly!" Said Mr. Weasley. But then he turned to Harry and said in a more hasty whisper, "listen, I want you to make sure --"

"- make sure I'm obedient and stay in the castle all the time?" Said Harry gloomily. "Not exactly." Mr. Weasley said he looked more serious than ever Harry had ever seen him. "Harry, swear to me you won't go to black." Harry glared. "What?" A loud whistle blew. The railway staff walked along the train and closed all the doors. "Promise me, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, speaking faster. "No matter what happens -"

"why would I go to someone I knew was going to kill me?" Harry asked blankly.

"Arthur, come on Cried Mrs. Weasley.

The train was steaming and moving. Harry ran to the door. Ron opened the door and let Harry in. They bent over the window and waved to the Weasleys until the train turned a corner and could not see them.

"I need to talk to you in private..."

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