Chapter 250 Tit for Tat

? These chairs on the knight bus seem to have been found randomly on various Muggle streets, and several wizards are sitting on them muttering, looking for a comfortable position.

Because of the excessive parking, someone's shopping bag slipped on the other side of the carriage, and frog eggs, cockroaches and custard were scattered all over the floor.

"We're going to be seated separately. Today is the first working day after the holidays, and there are a lot of people in the car." Sirius explained, "Harry, you take the empty seat next to me, and the others sit behind me, Percy, take care of you."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Percy agreed with a look on his face. He raised the badge of the president of the Boys Student Union on his chest and led Ai Wen and the others back.

"I've been wanting to sit on this!" said Ron happily, who was sitting in the seat behind Harry, glancing excitedly and looking around.

Ivan and Hermione continued to walk backwards, and they found two vacancies at the back of the carriage.

The two had just sat down when the car started up again, rocking around the Burrow, wriggling around.

There was another loud bang, and everyone in the car rushed forward.

Ron flew up from his chair, and the piglet on his lap broke free from the cage, chirped to the back of the car, flapped its wings and landed on Hermione's shoulder. Since Hermione had fed it with bread crumbs last night, the owl had especially liked to stick to her.

Hermione's right hand tightly held Ai Wen next to her, and Ai Wen grabbed the candle holder beside her, and the two barely fell.

He looked out the window, and they seemed to be speeding down a highway.

"This is outside Birmingham." The conductor Stan Sumpak came over and greeted warmly, "Hello, I went to the shop in Diagon Alley yesterday. I didn't buy a newspaper. There were too many people. By the time it was my turn, the papers were sold out. But it doesn't matter, I told everyone, I already had Blake's signature."

Irving and Hermione each handed Stan eleven ticks, and he handed them the tickets.

On Muggle streets, the Knight Bus lurched horribly, overtook a slew of cars on the inside, and rammed into the surrounding pavement.

Hermione covered her eyes in horror, and the piggy swayed happily on her shoulders.

With a bang, the chairs all slid back, and the Knight Bus hopped from the Birmingham Highway onto a quiet country lane, all the way with tight bends.

Hedges jumped out of the way as the car slid left and right on the side of the road. They drove up another main road in the downtown area, a viaduct in the mountains, and then a cold and windy street between tall buildings, each time with a loud bang.

"Can't they drive slower?!" said Hermione, trembling.

"This car has only one speed!" Ai Wen supported Hermione with one hand, and held the candle holder beside him tightly with the other hand, so that they would not be thrown out.

Compared to the Hogwarts Express, the comfort level of the Knight Bus is terrible.

Especially when the car is full of people, the environment in the car is even worse than when Ivan took Mr. Weasley's car to school with Harry and Ron last year.

"Watch out, Hogwarts is next," Stan said cheerfully, staggering over, unaffected.

In the car not far away, there were bursts of vomiting and terrible clattering.

Ivan opened the window a small gap, and with the cold fresh air, he saw the Knight Bus speed up and dash through a dilapidated small bar.

The store dodged to avoid being hit.

It was the Pig's Head Bar, the chopped pig's head sign creaked in the cold wind, and not far away was the snow-covered village of Hogsmeade, and there was no one on the street.

Flakes of snow hit the large windows in front of the car, the Knight Bus accelerated again, and the car finally staggered to a stop outside the gates of Hogwarts.

"We're here, kids!" Sirius helped unload everyone's luggage out of the car.

Ron was the second to get out of the car.

His face was very bad, and he was thrown from his seat six times along the way, and he whispered, "I don't want to sit on this thing again in the future."

Ivan and the others also got out of the car, and everyone waved to Stan.

The Knight Bus restarted and disappeared from the thin air.

Nine people dragged their boxes along the icy driveway to the castle with difficulty. Although the weather was cold, everyone was very excited and talked about topics of interest.

After a few seconds, the voice stopped instantly.

In front of the gate of the school fence, Ivan saw Snape in a black robe who came to greet them. He had a cold smirk on his face, his black eyes narrowed, and he looked at the little boy with hatred. Sirius.

Ivan naively thought that Snape would improve their attitude after knowing the truth of Lily's death and helping them catch Peter Pettigrew.

But he found himself wrong, and Snape was just as disgusted as before, even more disgusted.

"Welcome, welcome!" he said in that low, sarcastic tone.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius said vigilantly, his hand naturally resting on the wand at his waist.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders," said Snape in disgust. "It's a terrible job to be called to meet the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"What about the other professors?" Harry asked. "Why didn't Hagrid come?"

"Obviously none of the staff members except me were willing to take this unpleasant job, and they had a big problem with a murderer becoming a professor at the school," Snape said, his voice increasingly sinister. "But it's not surprising, the principal always likes to hire some strange guys..."

"Go away!" Sirius shouted. "I don't need you to greet me. Before I can't help but beat you, get out of my sight."

"That's right, I didn't intend to waste too much time here." The sneer on Snape's face became more obvious, "I'm not like you, I don't have unlimited free time."

Snape turned around, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Sirius called suddenly, frowning, "I've heard a lot of things lately, the things you did to Harry at school during my absence. I had to Mind you, if you're making excuses to bully Harry, I'll settle the bill with you."

"How touching, dear godfather's concern for his godson," Snape sneered. "You must find Potter very much like his father, don't you?"

"Not bad." Sirius replied proudly.

"Then you should know he's arrogant, and criticizing him falls on deaf ears," Snape said tactfully.

"Humph!" Sirius pulled his wand out and strode toward Snape.

Snape also showed his wand, and the two posed.

Sirius' face was ashen, and Snape seemed to be calculating, his eyes swept between Sirius' face and the tip of his staff.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted, but he didn't seem to hear.

"I warned you, snot!" Sirius' face was less than a foot from Snape's. "Dumbledore may think you've been transformed, but I don't..."

"Oh, then why don't you just say that to him?!" whispered Snape. "Are you worried he won't take a murderer's words seriously? Hiring a pug to teach at Hogwarts is like a The most absurd thing I've ever seen." (To be continued.)