Chapter 176: Bus Travel

"May I have your name?"

"Neville Longbottom," Harry said. This was because he remembered Neville's name inexplicably. Perhaps his current unlucky experience was very similar to Neville's.

Turning his aunt into a balloon and letting her float over England, Harry could think with his toes that he would definitely receive a summons from the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. In fact, he had already been warned once.

"So—so, this bus," he went on quickly, hoping to distract Sampak, "you were saying it goes anywhere, right?"

"Yes," said Sampac proudly, "anywhere you want to go, as long as it's on land. You can't go underwater. Why," he said, looking suspicious again, "you You held out your wand to signal us to stop, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Harry said quickly, "Listen, how much does it cost to go to London?"

"Eleven silver sickles," Sampac said, "but if you pay fourteen, you can get chocolates, and if you pay fifteen, you can get a thermos and a toothbrush in the color of your choice."

"Of course, if you are adding one, I can also prepare some food for your pet...but what should this little thing eat...is cat food okay?"

"Uh... this is not my pet..." Harry said, "Maybe..."

"But he followed you up." Sampac said, "If this wasn't your pet, maybe..."

"Okay!" Harry quickly interrupted Sampac's nonsense. He took out a handful of silver coins and handed them to Sampac.

There were no seats in the car; behind the curtained windows stood six beds with brass posts. Candles sat on brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wainscoted walls.

A little wizard in a nightcap turned over in his sleep as he muttered in the back of the car, "Not now, thank you, I'm pickling slugs."

There is a traceless extension spell applied here. Fanlin thought, the space inside is very large, at least much better than those small hotels!

"You sleep here," Sampac whispered, tucking Harry's suitcase under the bed behind the driver, who sat in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. "This is our driver, Ernplan. Ern, this is Neville Longbottom."

Ernplan is an older wizard who wears glasses with thick lenses. He nodded to Harry, who frantically smoothed his forehead again and sat on his bed. "Drive on, Ern," said Sampac, sitting in the armchair next to Ern.

There was another huge bang, and Harry and Fanlin fell on the bed involuntarily. The speed of the Knight Bus threw him backwards. The most surprising thing was that the wizards who were sleeping soundly had no intention of waking up. In fact, they were the only two who didn't feel comfortable with it.

Fan Lin squeaked, getting on the damn knight bus with Harry was no better than being chased by Sirius.

Harry braced himself and looked out the dark window to see that they were now driving steadily and quickly down an entirely different street.

Sampac was sitting in his armchair, watching with interest Harry's surprised face and the frightened ferret.

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

"Meet you," said Ern.

"Why can't Muggles hear this car?" Harry asked.

"They!" said Sampac contemptuously. "They don't listen well, do they? And they don't watch well either. They don't pay attention to anything."

"Better wake up Ms. Marsh now, Stan," said Erne. "We'll be in Abergavenny soon."

Stan walked past Harry and disappeared up a narrow staircase. Harry was still looking out the window, feeling increasingly nervous. Earn seemed unskilled at the wheel. The Knight Bus kept slamming into the pavement but hitting nothing; rows of lampposts, mailboxes, and trash cans jumped out of the way as it approached, waiting for it to pass. , and then return to the original position.

Sampac came back downstairs, followed by a witch in a light green traveling coat.

"Go slow, Ms. Marsh," Sampac said cheerfully, as Ern hit the brakes and the bed slid forward about a foot. Ms. Marsh put a handkerchief over her mouth and staggered out of the car. Stan tossed her bag to her and slammed the car door; with another loud bang, the car rumbled down a narrow country road, trees jumping out of the way.

"Here's your hot water and chocolate, of course..." Sampac said, he took out an iron basin and put it on the ground, "Is cat food okay?"

Fan Lin screamed, he had hated this Sampac from the beginning. If he could change back, Fan Lin would definitely use a magic wand to educate Sampac.

Fanlin broke free from Harry's hand in an instant. He didn't even hit the bowl of cat food. He didn't mind if Harry and Sampaak ate it. No matter what, Fanlin wouldn't eat it anyway. This thing.

He jumped on the table and drank some hot water. Then he skillfully opened the chocolate wrapper, and he kindly poured half of it on Harry.

Sampac and Harry looked at him in surprise.

"It looks like he doesn't eat cat food..." Harry said, picking up the half-remaining chocolate.

"Your pet is really nice..." Sampak seemed to want to touch Fanlin, but Fanlin cleverly hid behind Harry. He didn't want to bite Sampak, the taste was too strong.

"Haha... Interesting little thing!" Sampak said, and he ignored Fanlin.

Sampak opened a copy of the Daily Prophet and read it with his tongue between his teeth. There was a man on the front page with a sunken face and tangled long hair. He blinked slowly at Harry. He looked strangely familiar.

"That man!" Harry said, forgetting his own troubles for the time being. He was also featured in the Muggle newspaper! "

Fan Lin followed Harry's gaze and saw, as expected, that was a picture of Sirius Black. As the largest media in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic would of course publish this vicious fugitive, the Death Eater, in their words!

Thunberg turned to the first page again and chuckled.

"Sirius Black," he said, nodding, "of course he would be in the Muggle newspaper, Neville. Where were you before?"

Harry's face was blank. Thunberg looked at it and chuckled, revealing a sense of superiority. He tore off the first page and handed it to Harry. "You should read more newspapers, Neville." Harry brought the newspaper close to the candlelight and read: Black is still at large. The Ministry of Magic confirmed today: Sirius Black, considered the most notorious prisoner ever to have been held in Azkaban Castle, has not yet been captured.

"We are working hard to recapture Black," said Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge this morning, "and we ask the wizarding world to remain calm. "

Some members of the International Confederation of Wizards criticized Fudge for notifying the Muggle Prime Minister of Black's escape.

The easily angered Fudge said: "Oh, I had to do this, don't you know? Black is crazy. Anyone who meets him will be in danger, whether you are a wizard or a Muggle. I got the Prime Minister's promise that he would not tell anyone a word about Black's true identity. Let's face it - if he tells it, who will believe him?" (To be continued)