Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

Harry walked out of the room and walked towards the first floor. With light steps, he did not forget to skip the last step that made noise, and arrived at the door of his former bedroom.

It was a cabinet under the stairs. It was dark and narrow, and there were many little spiders crawling around in it. Thinking of it, Harry felt inexplicably nostalgic.

The wand knocked on the lock again, and the locked door opened. Harry's broom and box were placed inside. They would never see the light of day again after returning from vacation.

The heavy box was filled with books and robes, but fortunately, Wood's hellish training and the meaty meals at Hogwarts made Harry gain some muscle, and he spent a lot of effort to lift the box out. .

"Wingardim Leviosa."

The suitcase that had been casted by the levitating charm was finally no longer in the way. Uncle Vernon's snoring was especially clear in the quiet night. Harry, who missed this house so much, put all his luggage in the chest of drawers. So that he can fit into the knight bus later.

"Is there any way you can open the fence here?"

Harry asked the conductor. He didn't have much magic at his disposal now, and it was indeed a bit troublesome to deal with this iron railing.

"Of course, of course." The conductor stared at Harry, "Are you really willing to pay ten times the fare?"

"of course."

Harry had already found the money bag and grabbed a handful of gold galleons. The brilliant golden light shone brightly even in the middle of the night.

"Then give in."

The conductor cleared his throat and pulled his wand from behind.

"What I need most is a cutting spell. My grades in Charms class were pretty good when I was at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, he shook his wrist, and with the sound of earth and rock falling, the entire iron fence and the wall with fixed rivets were directly cut open by his spell.

"Oops, it must be that I haven't recited the spell for too long..."

The iron fence that flipped over and fell hit the outer wall of Uncle Vernon's villa hard, and then fell to the garden grass below with a muffled sound.

"I swear I didn't mean to."

The conductor with an innocent face spread his hands, but Harry had already stuffed his suitcase over.

"There's not that much time left, they're awake!"

Harry didn't have to listen carefully to remember Uncle Vernon's angry footsteps. After passing the box, broom and a small bag of sundries, Harry reached out and grabbed Hedwig's cage and handed it over carefully.

"What the hell are you doing! If I find you..."

Uncle Vernon, who was full of anger, was stunned when he pushed open the door. Harry had already stepped through the window and stepped into the window of the three-story bus.

Uncle Vernon, who suddenly flew towards Harry like a mad bull, had a completely different agility than before, but compared with a powerful seeker, he was still a little short of strength.

He was thrown to the floor, and Harry arrived safely in the knight bus.

"Return as usual."

As Harry's wand danced, the fallen iron window rose into the air, and then was embedded in its original position intact.

Vernon Dursley climbed up again and grabbed the iron railing with a surprised look on his face. The window was empty, and there was no sign of Harry.

"Thank you, you've been a big help." He glanced at Uncle Vernon through the car glass, who was looking around but couldn't see anything. It was obvious that the car was designed so that Muggles would not see it.

"You're welcome, it's just a joke." The conductor, who was rubbing his hands, stared at the money bag in Harry's hand with bright eyes. The extra nine times the fare would allow him to have a nice drink at the Leaky Cauldron after work. The last meal was, "Everyone encounters difficulties sometimes. I met a boy who ran away from home a while ago, about the same age as you."

"My name is Stan Sampac, conductor for the Knight Bus."

"Just call me Harry." Harry reached out and touched his money bag and quickly calculated in his mind, how much is 110 Galleons converted into gold?

"6 Galleons and 8 Sickles." Stan Sampark, who had already calculated it clearly in his mind, replied quickly.

"7 galleons, no need to look for it. Please send me to Diagon Alley. I have to find a place to eat and sleep well. They plan to starve me to death, or at least until I have no strength."

"Maybe you need a cup of hot chocolate." Stan, who took the gold galleons, enthusiastically carried Harry's luggage and walked to the first floor, "I can also get you some bread, which I brought here this morning. , you can pad your belly."

After unloading the luggage, Stan quickly got Harry a cup of hot chocolate and a piece of shriveled white bread, "I suggest you eat quickly, Ern is driving... uh... it's a bit... Not very skilled, although I’m used to it.”

"Get ready to go, Earn, to the Leaky Cauldron pub in Diagon Alley, London. We have to send Harry there first. I'll treat you to a drink after get off work."

Stan patted his breast pocket and winked at the driver.

"There are still four hours, right." Ern nodded, and then the engine started with a bang, and the car trembled violently.

Harry, who immediately sensed something was wrong, stuffed the white bread into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and then drank more than half a cup of hot chocolate in one go, regardless of how hot it was.

The next second he finished all this, Harry suddenly found himself lying on the copper four-poster bed, with half a cup of hot cocoa scattered on the floor.

The speed of the Knight Bus was too fast, so fast that it was unreasonable. It was not a car running on wheels at all, it was flying close to the ground.

"It's a good thing you drank half the glass."

Stan, who was completely unaffected, waved his wand and cleaned up the garbage. Compared to the ill-measured cutting spell just now, he used a very large amount of cleaning spells.

"Were you imprisoned by Muggles just now?" Stan, who was very nosy, came over. He liked to hear these interesting things.

"Just think I met some muggle relatives who hate wizards and I have to live somewhere."

Harry, who didn't want to say too much, returned the cup to Stan, and then looked out the car window curiously.

It is simply not reliable to say that Earn's driving skills are not very proficient. From time to time, the Knight Bus, which would hit the sidewalk or even crash into a house, was like a rampaging and uncontrollable steel beast.

Fortunately, this car has magical powers. Everything that is about to be hit by him will jump away instantly. In just a few seconds, Harry has seen the entire house jump on the spot twice, playing a game Vaulting performance.

Little Whinging is only a straight-line distance of 1 to [-] kilometers from the city of London, so Harry hardly had to wait. As a passenger who had paid extra to jump in line, the Knight Bus had already sent him to his destination in less than a minute.

"If you still need it next time, you are welcome to continue taking the Knight Bus. A friendly reminder. If you are trapped in a particularly high building next time, we can't reach you even if you raise your wand. Of course, it won't work underwater either. "

After helping Harry place the salute on the sidewalk, Stan and the Knight Bus closed the door with a bang and disappeared in an instant.

There were not many people in London in the early morning. A few homeless people wandering in the distance could occasionally be seen on the dark streets.

Harry dragged his suitcase, bag, and Hedwig's cage and pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

Although this place is still messy and dirty as when we first saw it, a different kind of kindness arises spontaneously.

"Uh...Mr. Tom?"

Harry knocked on the door of the bar. The boss who was concentrating on wiping the glasses seemed to be dozing off with his eyes squinted. The Leaky Cauldron was not a nightclub. Although there were hungover drunks, there were no colorful lights, noisy crowds and dance music.

"Harry Potter!"

The bar owner immediately perked up as he recognized Harry instantly.

"Why did you come here in the middle of the night?" he asked suspiciously, glancing at Harry's luggage.

"Just think that I was kicked out of the house."

Harry shrugged helplessly. He didn't know if he could return to the Dursleys for a month next year. After Dumbledore told him a lot of the truth, Harry also understood that if he wanted to keep his mother in his With the magic left on his body, he would have to return to that 'home' for at least some time every year.

Whether Harry wanted to admit it or not, it was the only home in the world that he had a blood relationship with.

"Please open a room for me. I wonder if there is anything to eat. Sandwiches are also fine. I haven't had a normal meal in several days."

The boss Tom, who saw Harry's difficulty at this moment, nodded slightly, and then took off a key on the wall behind him, "The third room on the left on the second floor is quiet, and you can also see the Muggle street. I'll stay there." I’ll give you two sandwiches and beetroot soup later.”

"Go and have a good rest, kid, you won't be hungry here."

After thanking the boss, Harry carried his luggage and climbed up the wooden steps. When he sat on the wooden bed that was not too soft, Harry finally let go of the stone in his heart.

"I actually came out!"

Harry, who was giggling on the spot, happily used magic to open the owl cage and released Hedwig. In this Leaky Cauldron full of wizards, he could also use magic with confidence.

"Fortunately, I saw the letter Draco wrote to me. It really saved my life, Draco!"

Harry immediately took out his quill and started writing a letter. He couldn't wait to share this terrible but special experience with his friends for more than a month, but in the end he chose to tear it up and rewrite it, and then told them that he had arrived at the opposite corner. Xiang, make an appointment with them to meet tomorrow.

"I'm going to give you a hard time, Hedwig. After delivering the letter, you can fly around outside every day. No one will lock you in a cage, I promise."

Hedwig gently bit Harry's finger, then fluttered her wings and took off, disappearing into the night.

Although the sandwich brought by Tom was very ordinary, Harry still devoured it voraciously, especially the hot piece of steak inside. This made Harry, who had not eaten meat for several days, almost swallow his tongue. .

After finishing a bowl of cabbage soup, the satisfied Harry collapsed on the bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, a knock on the door reached his ears.

"Harry!"

As soon as he opened the door, Hermione threw herself into his arms. Hermione, who had been traveling for a month, was a little tanned. "I'm worried about you. Why did you run away from home like Draco?"

"Is it possible that your aunt and uncle did something to you? My original plan was to go find you in the next two days. We agreed before the holiday."

"It's really nice to see you, Hermione."

Harry loosened his hands, then looked over Hermione's shoulder, "Where's Draco? Why didn't he come with you?"

"Draco was taken back by his father. In fact, he stayed at my house for one night, and his father came at noon the next day."

At the mention of Draco's father, Hermione frowned rather unhappily.

"I've met those pure-blood wizards, it's terrible."

"I mean, not all pure-blood wizards who have old-fashioned ideas and maintain prejudices against Muggles."

"You have no idea how bad it was at noon that day, it was horrible."

"I hope Draco won't be embarrassed when he goes back. His father seems to be sending him to Durmstrang, a magic school in Germany, and won't let him continue studying at Hogwarts."

"Then don't do this..."

After hearing this terrible news, Harry couldn't help but feel worried.

"But do you plan to live here or at my house now? My parents have agreed. They are in the lobby on the first floor now. They drove me here. We can go back together later."

"Okay, if it doesn't bother you."

Of course Harry would not refuse.

"No, my house is quite big, near Hyde Park, but I suggest you write a letter to your aunt and uncle to make sure you are safe, um... send it in the normal way, I think they Owl mail will not be accepted."

"That's for sure, but they don't necessarily want to see me safe..."

Harry spoke helplessly. The Dursleys really wanted him to go to Hogwarts, and they even wished he would not come back and disturb their normal lives.

However, Harry was not in a hurry to move the bow, because Hermione still needed to go to Diagon Alley to buy some books. The Grangers were a pair of good-tempered and gentle people, and they were also very curious about the wizarding world. Heart.

They were happy to see their daughter become a witch, and Diagon Alley was a place they couldn't get enough of.

Harry went to the treasury to withdraw some money and gave Hermione a small bag of gold. "There is no need to go to the goblin to exchange for galleons. Just treat it as my accommodation fee."

As long as Harry didn't squander the inheritance his parents left for him, he would most likely not be able to spend it all in his lifetime. The small mountain of coins was worth millions.

"How is this possible? It's too much."

This made Hermione have to hold the purse with a heavy hand, which was much more than the exchange limit given by Gringotts.

"I only took a little bit and put it in. Extracurricular books are not cheap. One book costs more than ten galleons. Don't forget that you also have to buy the textbooks for the semester. This is nothing to me. If you don't believe me, I will take you there. See my vault?”

Harry, who had a bulging wallet and strong words, pushed over the heavy accommodation fee, which was only three to four hundred galleons, not a lot of money.

"Then...well, I'll ask mom to cook more delicious food in the past few days. If you like anything, just say it. You paid for the accommodation, so you won't be polite at that time."

For Hermione, who lives in a family with an annual income of hundreds of thousands of pounds, she really doesn't have that much feeling about money. The prices in the wizarding world are really not high compared to the Muggle world. If she had not chosen Hogwart Instead, he went to Eton College, where the annual tuition fees can be exchanged for almost eight thousand galleons.

They walked briskly around the shops in Diagon Alley. The Grangers who followed them were more like children than the two of them. They were holding florin ice cream cones in their hands and eating each bite. Once you take a bite, it will float slightly for half an inch, then fall back to the ground after the ice cream melts.

This extraordinary magical experience made the couple extremely happy.

When they arrived at the middle of Diagon Alley, where Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was, they both stopped immediately.

Many passers-by who were ready to eat melon had already gathered together. Through the gaps in the crowd, they saw the familiar red hair.

That was the trademark of the Weasley family.A very eye-catching symbol in the wizarding world.

One of the red-haired men with a semi-bald head was looking at each other with a man wearing a black wizard robe and holding a cane. Sparks seemed to burst out of their eyes, and they were constantly exchanging baptismal words.

But the next second, a burst of uproar came from the mouths of the melon-eaters. The two men who were fighting together lit the fuse, detonating the heated discussion among the melon-eaters.

"Look at our past!"

Harry whispered to Hermione, and then they quickly squeezed into the gap in the crowd.