Chapter 920

"Tell me, how are Lucius Malfoy these days? I hope he's happy that his little dog is studying at Hogwarts, isn't he? "

"Speaking of dogs," snape said softly, "did you know Lucius Malfoy recognized you the last time you went out for a walk? Be smart, Blake, and let yourself be seen on a safe station platform. I'll give you a cast iron window to leave your hiding place in the future, isn't it? It should have been in, oh, I remember, Norway, with those bats? "

Sirius raised his wand. "No!" Harry yelled, jumping over the table and trying to get in between them.

"Sirius, no!" Fanlin yelled, knowing that two people together will have problems.

"Do you call me a coward?" Yelled Sirius, trying to push Harry away, but Harry didn't move.

"Why, yes, I think I am," said Snape. "Harry - from - here - out - to - go!" Sirius roared wildly, pushing him aside with his other hand.

"Get out of my way." With that, Snape pushed van Lin aside without hesitation. "I need to give this mad dog some guidance..."

The kitchen door opened, and the whole Weasley family, together with Hermione, all came in, all looking very happy, walking with Mr. Weasley in a striped, oak covered nightgown.

"Cured!" Weasley announced aloud in the kitchen. "Completely cured!"

Then, like all Weasleys, he was stunned at the beginning, staring at the scene in front of them, and the action in the middle was stopped. Sirius and Snape looked at the door, while their wands pointed at each other's faces. Van Lin and Harry stood in the middle, trying to stop them from attacking each other.

"Merlin's beard," Mr. Weasley sighed, his smile fading. "What are you doing here?"

Sirius and Snape both put down their wands. Fanlin looked at one and looked at the other. Everyone looked down on the other side with a look of extreme contempt. They still couldn't imagine the feeling of so many witnesses pouring in from the entrance.

Snape put away his wand, turned across the kitchen and left without saying a word to Weasley.

At the door, he looked back.

"Six o'clock, Monday evening, Potter." So he left.

Sirius glared behind him, his wand by his side.

"What's going on here?" Asked Mr. Weasley again.

"Nothing, Arthur," Sirius said, panting as if he had just run a long distance. "It's just a friendly chat between two old school friends." As it looked like a great effort, he was smiling.

"So you are cured? That's great news. It's really great. "

"Yes, isn't it?" Said Mrs. Weasley, taking her husband to a chair. "The witch doctor Stephen finally used his magic to make an antidote against bat fangs"

"and Arthur learned Muggle medicine, didn't he, honey?" Mrs. Weasley added, looking a little unhappy.

"Yes, Molly, dear," said Mr. Weasley meekly.

"Glad to see you back, Mr. Weasley."

The dinner was very happy, and the joy of Mr. Weasley's return enveloped them.

Harry could see that Sirius tried, but when his godfather didn't pay attention to him, laughed at Fred and George's jokes, or offered more food, his face returned to melancholy and contemplation.

Harry has been separated by Mundungus and mad eye to celebrate Mr. Weasley.

He wants to talk to Sirius and tell him to ignore Snape's words. Snape is deliberately stimulating him. Others don't think Sirius, who was left in the old house by Dumbledore, is a coward.

But he had no chance to do so, and, looking at Sirius' ugly face, Harry sometimes wondered if he had a chance to mention it.

Instead, he whispered to Ron and Hermione about the fact that he had to attend Snape's brain block class.

"Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort," Hermione said immediately.

"Well, you won't be sad to lose those dreams, will you?"

"Extra class with Snape?" Said Ron, in a shocked tone. "I would rather have a nightmare!"

The next day, they returned to Hogwarts in the Knight Bus, again escorted by Tonks and lupin, and the next morning, when Harry, Ron, van Lin and Hermione came down, they both had breakfast in the kitchen.

When Harry opened the door, the adults talked in a low voice; they all looked flustered and quickly returned to silence.

After a hasty breakfast, they all put on jackets and scarves to fight against the cold, gray January morning.It gave Harry an unpleasant feeling; he didn't want to say goodbye to Sirius. He had a bad feeling about it; he didn't know. The next time they see each other, he feels that he has an obligation to stop Sirius from doing something stupid - Harry is worried that Snape's condemnation of his cowardice has deeply hurt Sirius, which may make him foolishly plan to travel outside the old house.

As a matter of fact, this is not allowed. Sirius receives no less attention than ordinary people. As everyone knows, Sirius is definitely on Dumbledore's side. Naturally, Sirius receives a lot of attention from the Ministry of magic.

What's worse, Sirius resigned from the Ministry of magic. With Fudge's attitude, they will definitely target Sirius, which will make them feel fruitful.

However, before Harry thought of what to say, Sirius had come to him and waved to him.

"I hope you take this," Sirius said quietly, giving Harry a crudely wrapped package, probably a paperback. "What is that?" Harry asked.

"Let me know one of the ways Snape makes you feel bad. No, don't open it here!" Sirius said, looking warily at Mrs. Weasley, who was persuading the twins to wear hand-made gloves.

"I don't think Molly will agree - but I hope you use him when you need me, OK?"

"Harry said," no matter what it's in his jacket, he won't put it in his pocket. It's not going to be him, Harry, who brought Sirius out of safety, no matter how mean Snape is going to do to him in the upcoming brain sealing class.

"Then let's go," Sirius said, patting Harry on the shoulder and laughing horribly. Before Harry said anything else, they went to the second floor and stopped at the locked door, surrounded by Weasley.

"Goodbye, Harry. Be careful," said Mrs. Weasley, hugging him.

"Goodbye, Harry, and pay attention to those for me..." Said Mr. Weasley kindly, shaking his hand.

"Yes - yes," said Harry, distracted; it was his last chance to tell Sirius to be careful; he turned his head, looked at his godfather's face, opened his mouth and said, but before he could do that, Sirius said something short, hugged him with one hand, and said, "take care of yourself, Harry."

At that moment, Harry found himself escaping into the cold winter air and coming down the steps with Tonks.

"Take care of him for me, Fanlin." Sirius Star language focus on long said.

"Yes." Fanlin said, "however, please pay more attention to..."

Vaseline looked at Hermione who had just walked out of the door. "I mean, let kretcher stay in this house honestly. I think he should be hiding, but please don't hurt him."

"Clencher?" Sirius said in surprise.

"Yes Fanlin nodded and left without saying much.

The door of number twelve slammed behind them. They followed lupin down the front steps. When he got to the sidewalk, he went through the records and looked around. On either side of its extension, number 12 was rapidly shrinking and disappearing into view. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

"It's a long time since I went back to school. I hope Umbridge will change." Fanlin pretended to be relaxed, but look at this posture, the day away from Hogwarts should not be too far away.

"Come here, the sooner we get on the bus, the better," said Tonks, who saw her glance around the square, apparently a little nervous about Mr. Weasley.

Lupin stretched out his right arm. Bang A burst of strong exhaust, the "triple Decker" bus appeared in the thin air ahead, barely avoiding hitting the nearest lamppost and jumping back to the road. A thin, pimples, eared young man with a kettle appeared in the fog, walked to the sidewalk and said, "welcome there --"

"yes, yes, we know, thank you," Tonks said quickly. "

up, up, in the car -" she pushed Harry up the steps and through the conductor, and someone was looking at him in glasses as he passed by.

"Well - it's a lot of --"

"If you call his name, I'll curse you until you forget it," Tonks muttered menacingly, and now Ginny and Hermione are separated.

"I always wanted to have a longer vacation," Ron said, gloomily, adding Harry to the car and looking around.

It was evening when van Lin made his last trip on the Knight Bus, with brass bedsteads on its three decks.

Now, in the early hours of the morning, chairs are randomly arranged by the windows. When the bus stopped suddenly by the old house, the chairs by the window fell off. Some of the witches and witches still stood complaining, and some of their shopping bags slid to the side of the car: the unpleasant mixture of frog eggs, cockroaches and milk cake cream was poured out everywhere."It looks like we have to part," Tonks said easily, looking around the empty chair. "Fred, George and Ginny, if you're in the back seats. Lupin can stay with you. "

She, Harry, Ron, Vaseline, and Hermione stepped into the upper compartment, where there were two empty chairs in the front and two in the back.

Stan, the conductor, enthusiastically followed Harry and Ron to the back of the car. Everyone turned their heads as Harry passed by, and when he sat down, he saw all the faces looking back to the front again.

When van Lin and Hermione each handed Stan eleven copper natts, the bus set off again.

As usual, the Knight Bus was shaking violently, which was definitely the old driver's way of driving.

It rumbled around the old house, leaving the sidewalk with a loud noise, and then, with another huge bang, he rushed again and again; Ron's chair tipped to the right, and the pig fell in front of his lap, struggling to get out of his cage, chirping to the front of the car and landing on Hermione's shoulder.

Harry tried to avoid falling on the candlestick and looked out the window: the car was speeding along a motorway.

"It's just out of Birmingham," Stan said happily, answering Harry's unspoken question as Ron struggled to get up from the floor.

"You're doing well, Harry? I read your name in the papers all summer, but that's not good. I said to Ella, I said, when I saw him, he didn't look like a fool, he just showed off, didn't he? "

He took their tickets and continued to look at him, puzzled at Harry.

Obviously, Stan didn't care how crazy some people were, no matter how famous they were in the newspaper, the Knight Bus rocked violently, overtaking a car.

Looking in front of the bus, Harry saw van Lin holding Hermione carefully, while piggy was rocking happily on Hermione's shoulder.

Bang - as the knight bus drove from Birmingham's motorway to a quiet country road with many dangerous bays, the chair fell back again.

The hedgerows on both sides of the road backed back. From here, they came to the main street in the middle of a busy town, then drove to a road surrounded by mountains, and then to a road swept by the wind, with a huge bang every time.

"I've changed my mind," Ron muttered, rising from the floor for the sixth time. "I'll never ride on this thing again."

"Listen, after this is the Hogwarts stop," Stan said aloud, waving to them.

"A bossy woman in front of us got on the car, and he gave us a little tip to get in line. We let Mrs. Martha get out of the car first, although -" there was a disgusting noise from below, and a terrible noise came from it. "- she didn't think she was the best."

A few minutes later, the Knight Bus screeched to a pub outside, trying to keep it from crashing. They could hear Stan walking out of the bus with the unfortunate Mrs. Martha and, on the second floor, confidently complaining about the passengers behind them.

The car started again and accelerated until - Bang - they were passing through the snow covered Hogsmeade. Harry caught a glimpse of the pig's head bar just by the street, a terrible pig's head sign creaking in the cold wind. Snowflakes were falling on the window in front of the car.

Finally, they stopped at the gate of Hogwarts.

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