The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The three of them got on the bus, and the strange smell almost made Macon faint. The first floor of this three-story bus was full of sleepers, and those wandering wizards took off their shoes on the bed, exposing their torn socks in the air. The stench is rampant.

The surface of the obsolete facilities is like the old oil in the kitchen that has not been cleaned for a hundred years, and some scattered suitcases are placed under the muddy feet. The cleanest thing in the car is the handrails, which are rubbed like mirrors Light can tell people.

The driver in the car has long been used to this, and he did not forget to eat dinner and read the newspaper when he parked to entertain guests. On the windshield of the cab, there was a head with dreadlocks and thick nostrils hanging. The huge mouth that was bigger than the cheeks, coupled with the black and dry wrinkled skin, was too ugly.

Hermione looked at the dirty beds, obviously she didn't want to sit on them, Hagrid's hut was much cleaner than here.

Macon, who saw her difficulty, took her to the handrail and let her hug him. If this knight bus was driving, a bald man with a racing car would call it a good guy.

"Okay, generous guests, where are you going? This Galleon is enough for you to run all night."

Stan took the Galleon in his hand and wiped it carefully.

"The Leaky Cauldron, we're going there."

"I look familiar to you, I wish I'd seen you in the paper, with a guy who always shows his big white teeth, drive, Ern, our generous passenger takes 1 Galleon to the Leaky Cauldron Come on, show your skills and let them see the charm of the Knight Bus."

The ugly head heard Stan's voice, and opened its mouth to urge the driver Ernie to drive. The white-haired old man named Ernie hurriedly left his dinner and took away the newspaper to start the bus.

When the driver pulled up the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator, the exhaust pipe of the Knight Bus burst into flames. The car that was originally stationary did not need to consider the initial speed and the acceleration of liquid nitrogen. The sudden speed increase directly increased to [-] .

At the spot where they left, a thin but big-boned black dog emerged from the grass, its dark eyes staring closely at the bus leaving in the dust.

Hermione was taken aback by the powerful inertia, and she almost slammed into the car window unprepared. Fortunately, Macon reacted in time and took her into his arms again.

Harry leaned on the bed and grasped the edge of the bed tightly. He found that Stan, the conductor, was looking at the newspaper as if nothing had happened. The headline in the newspaper said a man with disheveled hair was shouting around with a prisoner number plate in his hands.

"Ernie! There's an old lady right in front of her, she's crossing the road with her cart, she can't see us unless she hits the old lady!"

The ugly head reminded Ernie who was driving. Ernie stepped on the brake pedal of the bus with one foot. The extremely fast bus stopped in front of the old lady in an instant. Harry was thrown out by the huge inertia, with a look on his face. Hit the windshield.

Macon's toes popped cat nails, scratched the chassis of the bus, and fixed herself firmly on it. Hermione was so scared that she closed her eyes. She swore that she would never ride a Knight bus again.

"1,2,3,..."

Ern started counting the seconds, the old lady walked slowly across the road, Ernie the driver picked up his dinner and continued eating, Harry ran back and grabbed the edge of the bed again.

"set off!"

With Ern's strange cry, the Knight Bus spewed out a burst of flames again, and its speed soared rapidly.

"Oh, what are you reading? The newspaper in my hand?"

Stan watched Harry look at the newspaper he was holding and questioned.

"who's that person?"

"You're talking about this? This is Sirius Black. Don't say you've never heard of it. He's a murderer and he's locked up in Azkaban Prison. This is a loyal believer of that mysterious man, but now he escaped, don’t you think this is scary?”

Stan looked at Harry with a serious face. This boy is obviously a stunned young man in the wizarding world.

The blue knight bus, wearing the illusion spell, traveled through the busy city. The ground, walls, and even water would not slow down its speed at all. Fortunately, none of the three of them would get motion sickness.

"Ernie! There are two double-decker buses ahead! We're on the bridge, it's narrow here, and they're abreast."

The ugly head reminded the driver Ernie again.

Stan leaned back in his conductor's seat and continued to read the newspaper, not taking it seriously.

The driver Ernie stepped on the brake and pulled up the handbrake at the same time. The originally fast bus instantly slowed down, and then he pulled down a folding handle above the driver's seat. Macon looked out the window sideways, his pupils shrunk, It's not that the car is slow, but the time is slow. This bus is really amazing.

The Knight Bus, which was about to hit the two buses in front, began to compress itself, like squeezing bread with its palms, and got into the middle of the two buses.

Hermione, who was hugging Macon, felt as if she had merged into his body at this moment. Hearing the powerful beating of his heart, a blush floated on her cheeks. Maybe it would be nice to take a knight bus with Macon once in a while.

The blue three-decker bus finally stopped behind the Leaky Cauldron, and the three got off one after another.

"Three generous passengers, welcome to your next ride on the Knight Bus."

The magical bus cast the illusion spell and left quickly, and the corners still made a piercing friction sound.

The three of them entered the bar and sat on the bar counter. Macon ordered three glasses of butter beer, Hermione took out food from the backpack, and several of them ate dinner. As for the toasted bread and raw liver provided by the bar, who would you like to eat? who eats.

Macon, who was eating, suddenly felt someone approaching him. He continued to eat the barbecue without feeling any danger. It was a male wizard in a black robe, and he wore a hood, which he never took off indoors.

"Your Excellency the Black Cat, the Minister of Magic is in the single room on the second floor, apparently waiting for Harry Potter by your side."

After the man quickly finished the information in Macon's ear, he turned and left.

Macon knew that this was a spy of the Reticent Man.The Silent Man's investigation team is not only to participate in the investigation mission, but also to inquire about the news. After all, the unknown existence itself is hidden. As the only support team of the Silent Man, everyone wants to sell him. Life can't pass.

"Macon, who is that?"

Harry asked Macon curiously. Although the man's voice was very low, but Harry was sitting next to him, he still heard his name.

"A friend, don't care about him."

"Mr. Potter, someone is waiting for you in the single room on the second floor."

Before Harry could ask why the man mentioned him, Tom, the bar owner, came over.

"Go back and tell the person in the private room on the second floor that we are having dinner. If he is in a hurry, tell him to come down by himself! Remember, tell him verbatim."

Macon dismissed Tom impatiently, nothing is more important than food, if there is, it means the food is not ready yet.

"Macon, who do you think will come to me?"

"It's about you blowing up Dudley's aunt. You think you'll be fine once you leave like this?"

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