Chapter 504 Draco Takes the Bus

After a lot of trepidation, Draco finally left the mansion. When he stood still on the side of the street, he was greatly relieved, but he fell silent after a while.

Since when did it make him feel like a big battle even when he went out? You know, that is the gate of his own house!

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

From the very beginning, that boy Potter was against him. He was obviously a star figure in the wizarding world, but he didn't want to be friends with him, Master Malfoy? Then there was that McLean again... Forget it, that guy couldn't be offended from the beginning, let alone now...

But right now, he actually has to be cautious even in his own home, for fear of offending the "honored guest" if he doesn't pay attention, what's the matter?

His Malfoy family is the glory of pure blood, and his ancestors have produced a lot of wizards with names and surnames. Who would have thought that there would be such a depressed time now?

However, Draco thought about it, and finally sighed.

The so-called misfortune of the family is often a ripening agent for the child. With the growth of age and various changes, he has to become more mature. Although he, Draco Malfoy, would still be proud of his family and surname, but after learning to judge the situation a few times, he finally understood the truth that the situation is better than people.

In the beginning, it was Lucius, the father, who made him live a low-key life; but now, even though he can no longer see his father all the time, he finally figured out the need to look up at people and do things with his head down.

After standing in the street for a while, Draco pulled out his wand and waved it towards the street. Not long after, I saw two houses on the opposite side of the street twisting their waists to make way for a road as if they were alive, and then a purple three-decker bus rushed straight from that road like the wind.

Accompanied by that tooth-piercing "creak", the bus went from extremely moving to extremely quiet, and stopped steadily beside Draco, actually lying directly in the middle of the road.

"Wow--"

A young conductor opened the car door roughly, leaned against the door, and casually recited the set of lines prescribed by the boss.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, our emergency passenger service for witches and witches in need, just stick out your wand and get on board, and we'll..."

It was the first time for Draco to ride this thing, he casually looked at the two cars, but he didn't pay attention to what the conductor said. Before the other party finished speaking, he wanted to push the conductor away and get into the car.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he immediately retracted it.

Yes, the temper of young master Malfoy has not changed much, but the cruel reality has taught him to think more about his words and deeds. Even if he really looked down on the conductor in his heart, sometimes, there's no need to argue with these people, right?

Fortunately, probably because the lines have been read too many times, the conductor's tongue has been practiced quite neatly. He didn't even pause for a long line, and finished it in one breath.

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

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

Seeing this, he immediately frowned.

Although this car was manufactured and operated in the model of a Muggle bus, there is naturally no Muggle-style row of seats inside. It was daytime, and instead of the beds with brass pillars in the carriage, there were various chairs in a mess.

Logically speaking, a typical pure-blood family wizard like Draco would not want to take the Knight Bus. They've always felt that it's an insult to have Muggle-like things in the wizarding world, let alone rides. Normally, he travels in his own Thestral carriage.

But now, he had to rely on this thing to go to Hogsmeade, which really made him feel a little ridiculous.

Especially, the inside of this carriage is dirty no matter how you look at it!

Of course, the conductor didn't know what Draco was thinking. Seeing that he was getting on the bus, he slammed the door shut again with a "crash". Perhaps it was because Draco's clothes revealed a decent identity, and he obviously showed some intentional fawning.

"Oh, Hogsmeade Village? That's right! There are a lot of people going there recently, like a trend, um...Mr. Dumbledore's funeral!" The conductor raised his eyebrows, and his words were full of worldliness "However, it's a bit far from here to Hogsmeade, and the fare is quite a lot... Hey, you can see that you are from a big family, so this amount of money must be nothing to you , but I am talking too much..."

"How much?" Draco asked directly without wanting to talk nonsense.

"Two Galleons and nine Sickles... that's a drive across England! It's a long way... Really..."

Seeing the other party babbling endlessly, Draco took out three Galleons and threw them in front of the other party without saying a word. The conductor had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he caught it with his hands.

"No need to look for it!" He said casually.

The Malfoys may have nothing else, but Galleons are plentiful. Their ancestors have been good at collecting money for generations, and their savings alone are enough for several generations to eat, drink and enjoy to their heart's content, not to mention that there are still a large number of family properties that are constantly earning more Galleons for them.

Not to mention anything else, just the donations to Hogwarts every year can already make most wizarding families dumbfounded.

"Okay!" The conductor immediately became more enthusiastic, as if seeing a long-lost relative, "This is really... come, please sit here—"

When Draco just sat down on an armchair that looked barely acceptable, before he could gather his mind, he heard the conductor shout happily towards the front of the car.

"Ern, let's go!"

Before the words were finished, as the driver, Ern, pulled the shift lever suddenly, the whole car rushed forward like a wild horse that had run loose. For a while, the carriage was turned upside down for a while.

Draco felt as if he was being grabbed by the back of the chair, he slid back uncontrollably, and immediately collided with other chairs. But before he could react, the bus turned to the left again with a "creak".

"boom!"

Draco was caught off guard for a while, and in a blink of an eye he was thrown to the right side of the car with his chair, and his face was already firmly pressed against the solid window glass.

But fortunately, some kind of magic seemed to have been cast in the compartment of the Knight Bus, and the sudden bump did not cause any trouble to his handsome face.

"Damn it, I'm so curious... I'll never build this broken car again! Never!" Draco looked at the beautiful scene that was flowing fast outside the car window, but he was full of regrets in his heart.

The speed of this knight bus is extremely fast, and there are only two gears from the beginning to the end-the first is forward, and the second is braking. Although it is indeed a reference to Muggle buses, it is really embarrassing for these wizards who have rarely set foot in the Muggle world to design cars in a regular manner.

But even if the riding experience of this thing is not good, it is still welcomed by many middle-class wizards, because it is indeed fast and convenient... although it is indeed a bit expensive.

Not long after, when the driver pulled the shift lever again, as the speed of the bus suddenly returned to zero, Malfoy threw himself forward.

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

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

Before the conductor finished his lines, another voice sounded. Draco felt a little familiar when he heard it, and when he was concerned, he temporarily put aside the anger in his head, stood up and looked ahead.

"It's the big, stupid Longbottom?" He looked past the conductor and recognized who it was.

The little chubby man in the past has now turned into a big stupid man. This has to be said to be a wonderful change. To be honest, this cowardly boy with a weak brain is growing more and more like a dog... although he is not half as handsome as Draco Malfoy!

"From here to Hogsmeade, one Galleon plus seven Silver Sickles, nothing less." The conductor said loudly, "Don't look at me like that, this is the price set by our boss, I can do it No Lord!"

"Ah... um... ok... I'll look for it again..."

The two people in front had been muttering and entangled for a while, before Neville silently moved himself into the car while pursing his lips.

Although his Longbottom family used to be a big pure-blood family and had glorious generations in the past, but now the family is completely supported by grandma. And the previous generations of ancestors did not manage the Longbottom family well, not to mention making money, but actually losing a lot.

Although it is not very poor now, money really needs to be saved.

As soon as he walked into the carriage, Neville saw Draco's figure at a glance. He immediately shrank back, but there were two diametrically opposed expressions of cowardice and anger on his face.

He still remembered that Draco's vitriol against his parents was the most hated thing in his life.

On the other side, Draco just glanced at Neville casually, as if he didn't see him at all, pulled another chair and sat down. This time, he was sitting by the railing post in the carriage, and he could reach it as soon as he stretched out his hand - he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of that Longbottom later!

When the conductor yelled at the driver again, Draco quickly hugged the pillar beside him, and then looked at Neville delicately with the intention of reading a joke.