HP Magic Biography

May I have your name?

Neville Longbottom, Harry said, it was because he inexplicably remembered Neville's name, maybe his current unlucky experience is very similar to Neville's.

Turning his aunt into a balloon and letting her float over England, Harry could think on his toes that he would be summoned by the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. In fact, he had already been warned once.

The—then this bus, he went on quickly, hoping to distract Sampak, you were saying it could go anywhere, didn't you?

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

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

Eleven Sickles, said Sampak, but if you pay fourteen you'll get chocolates, and for fifteen you'll 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 does this little thing eat... Is cat food okay?

Er...it's not my pet... said Harry, maybe...

But he came up with you, said Sampak. If it wasn't your pet, maybe...

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

There were no seats in the car; behind the drawn windows were six beds with brass pillars. Candles burned in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the basement walls.

A little wizard,

Wearing a nightcap, muttering in the back of the car, Not now, thanks, I'm pickling slugs, rolling over in sleep.

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

You sleep in this one, whispered Sampak, stuffing Harry's suitcase under the bed behind the driver, who sat in an armchair just behind the steering wheel. This is our driver, Ernplan. Ern, this is Neville Longbottom.

Urnplaine is an elderly wizard with thick glasses. He nodded to Harry, who flustered his forehead again and sat down on his bed. Go ahead, Ern, said Sampak, who was sitting in the armchair next to Ern.

There was another loud bang, and Harry and Van Lin fell on the bed involuntarily, the result of the speed of the Knight Bus throwing him backwards. The most surprising thing is that the wizards who were sleeping soundly didn't intend to wake up. In fact, they were the only two who didn't get used to it.

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

Pulling himself together, Harry looked out the darkened window and saw that they were now driving steadily and quickly along a completely different street.

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

That's where you signaled us to come down, said he. Where are we now, Ern? Somewhere in Wales?

Well, said Ern.

Why can't Muggles hear the car? Harry asked.

They! said Sampak contemptuously, don't listen well, do they? Don't look well. They don't pay attention to anything.

Better wake Ms. Marsh now, Stan, said Erne. We're going to Abergavenny soon.

Stan walked past Harry and disappeared down a narrow staircase. Harry was still looking out the window, feeling increasingly nervous. Ern doesn't seem to be very skilled at steering the wheel. This Knight Bus keeps crashing into the pavement, but never hits anything; rows of lampposts, letterboxes, and trash cans all jump out of the way as the car approaches, waiting for it to pass , and return to the original position.

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

You go slowly, Ms. Marsh, said Sampak cheerfully, as Ern hit the brakes and the bed slid about a foot toward the front of the car. 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 slam, the car rumbled down a narrow country road, the trees on either side jumping out of the way.

This is your hot water and chocolate, of course... Sampak said, he took out an iron basin and put it on the ground, Is cat food okay?

Fan Lin squeaked, he hated this Sampak from the very beginning, if he could transform back into Fan Lin, he must use his magic wand to educate Sampak well.

Fan Lin broke free from Harry's grasp in no time, he didn't bang the bowl of cat food, he didn't mind if Harry and Sampak ate it, whatever, Fan Lin wouldn't eat it anyway this stuff.

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

Thorn Park and Harry looked at him in surprise.

Looks like he doesn't eat cat food... said Harry, picking up the half-saved chocolate.

This pet of yours is really nice... Sampak seemed to want to touch Fan Lin, but Fan Lin deftly hid behind Harry. He didn't want to bite Sampak, the smell was too strong up.

Haha...interesting little thing! Sampak said, and he ignored Fan Lin.

Sampak had a copy of the Daily Prophet open, and he was reading it with his tongue between his teeth. The big photo on the front page showed a man with a sunken face and long, matted hair, blinking slowly at Harry. He looked strangely familiar.

That man! said Harry, momentarily forgetting his own troubles. The Muggle papers featured him, too!

Fan Lin followed Harry's gaze and looked over. Not surprisingly, it was a photo of Sirius Black. As the largest media in the magic world, the Ministry of Magic would of course publish this vicious fugitive, a Death Eater they called!

Sampak flipped back to the first page, giggling.

Sirius Black, he said, nodding, of course he'll be in the Muggle papers, Neville. Where were you?

Harry's face went blank. Sampak looked at it and giggled, showing a sense of superiority. He tore off the first page and handed it to Harry. You should read the newspaper more, Neville. Harry read the newspaper by the candlelight: Black is still at large The Ministry of Magic confirmed today: Considered the most notorious Sirius ever held in Azkaban Castle Blake, still at large.

We are working hard to recapture Black, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge said this morning. We ask the wizarding community to remain calm.

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

The irritable Fudge said: Oh, I have to, don't you know? Black is crazy. Anyone who comes across him is in danger, whether you're a wizard or a Muggle. I've got assurances from the Prime Minister , he said he wouldn’t confide a word to anyone about who Blake really is. Let’s face it — if he did, who would believe him?”

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