Hogwarts lazy snake

After Horn left Newmont, a depressing and mysterious place, he felt as lost and confused as the fog around him.

He had not yet mastered the art of teleportation, so he could only embark on the journey home under the guidance of Vader.

Along the way, Horn's mind kept replaying the scene of his meeting with Grindelwald in Newmont. Every detail and every word seemed like a difficult puzzle to solve.

The reason Grindelwald gave for protecting his family because of Ambot seemed reasonable, but Horn always felt that there were deeper reasons behind it. However, those reasons seemed to be shrouded in thick fog and could not be seen through.

When I got home, the familiar warm atmosphere hit me.

As soon as Horn entered the room, he saw his younger brother and sister playing on the carpet in the living room. Their little bodies were twisting hard, trying to turn over, and they looked like two furry little animals.

Horn looked at them, and the doubts in his mind seemed to be slightly alleviated by this warm scene.

He squatted down, stretched out his fingers and gently teased his younger brother and sister, listening to their giggles, and temporarily put aside the things that he couldn't figure out.

However, as night fell and everything around him became quiet, Horn lay in bed and the memories of his trip to Newmont came to his mind again.

Those questions were like shadows at night, quietly sneaking into his dreams and disturbing his sleep all night.

Soon, the next day's sunlight poured in through the window. Horn had an important arrangement today - to visit Draco's home.

To go to Draco's house, you must first go to Diagon Alley to borrow Floo powder.

Horn stood at the door of his house, stretched out his arms, and waved his hands in the air to summon the Wizard Bus.

After a while, there was a loud roar and a three-decker purple bus appeared in front of him.

The car body was so dilapidated that it seemed as if it had been driving on the roads of the magical world for centuries. It was crooked and looked like a drunken giant.

The car door creaked open and a young wizard stuck his head out. It was Stan Shunpike.

He looked rather sloppy, his uniform was wrinkled and stained with some unknown stains, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and he looked dazed, but his eyes revealed a passion.

As soon as Stan Shunpike saw Horn, his eyes lit up and his enthusiasm burst out like a volcanic eruption.

He began to introduce it nonstop: "Hey, little wizard! You have finally found the right bus. This is the wizard bus that is essential for wizards to travel! No matter where you want to go, as long as it is in the magical world, it can take you there. If you don't have enough money with you, it doesn't matter, we have a special service here - installment payment!"

As he spoke, he gestured exaggeratedly with his hands.

Horn listened to his introduction and secretly laughed in his heart, but still responded politely.

Finally, Horn took out 11 silver Sickles from his pocket without hesitation and handed them to Stan Shunpike. He didn't want to experience the installment payment experience. He had plenty of Galleons.

After paying the money, Horn boarded the bus.

As soon as he got on the bus, the unique facilities inside the car immediately attracted his attention, and the space inside seemed larger than it appeared on the outside.

The seats were covered with soft but somewhat worn purple cushions, the color of which was like a dark purple gem eroded by time.

There are some flashing lights hanging on the car, the lights are dim and swaying, like dancing ghost lights, and the overall atmosphere seems dark and mysterious.

Horn just took a quick look and quickly found a seat to sit down, holding on to the armrest tightly.

At this time, Stan Shunpike shouted loudly: "Hold on, we are going to leave!"

As he finished speaking, the Wizard Bus rushed out like a wild horse. The speed was so fast that Horn felt the scene in front of him blurry in an instant.

The bus's route was very irregular as it drove. Sometimes it made a sharp left turn, with the body of the bus tilting so much that Horn felt like he was going to slide off his seat. Sometimes it made a sharp right turn, weaving freely through the narrow streets, even squeezing through gaps that seemed impossible to pass through.

The bus was shaking and bumping so violently that Horn felt as if his internal organs were being displaced.

He felt extremely uncomfortable, like a small boat in the midst of strong winds and huge waves. He could only hold on to the handrails tightly to try to stabilize himself.

Stan Shunpike kept chattering on, sometimes introducing the magic of the bus, and sometimes telling some interesting stories about his work on the wizard bus.

Horn didn't know whether he should be thankful that the bumpy ride on the Wizards bus prevented him from concentrating on listening to the "passionate trash talk" or complain about the uncomfortable journey.

Finally, when Horn felt like he was about to vomit everything in his stomach, the wizard bus stopped.

Horn stood up shakily and got out of the car with unsteady steps.

When his feet first touched the ground, it was like stepping on cotton, and he had no strength at all. Even when Stan Shunpike said goodbye enthusiastically, he did not respond, but just nodded woodenly.

Horn stood there for a long time before he slowly regained some strength. He raised his head and looked at the bustling Diagon Alley in front of him, and a familiar feeling surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath and staggered towards Diagon Alley.

Horn first walked into a shop filled with all kinds of exquisite magical items. He knew that Draco liked exquisite magical gadgets, so he carefully selected gifts in the store.

His eyes fell on a box of exquisite magic puzzles. Each piece of the puzzle seemed to be made up of flowing magic light. When they were put together, it would present a magical scene.

Horn thought the gift was perfect for Draco and picked it up.

Then, he picked out a few bags of Draco's favorite magical candies from the candy store next door.

After everything was ready, Horn came to the fireplace where he could use the Floo powder. He looked at the pile of gray-white Floo powder in the fireplace and prayed silently in his heart that this journey would not be as uncomfortable as taking the wizard bus.

He pulled a small bag of Floo powder from his pocket and sprinkled it carefully into the fireplace.

The green flames jumped up, Horn closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then walked firmly into the flames and said loudly and clearly: "Malfoy Manor!" The flames instantly enveloped him.

He just felt like he was sucked into a huge green vortex, his body kept spinning, and there was a blur of light and shadow all around him.

After a dizzy spell, he stumbled out of the Malfoy's fireplace.

The fireplace room of Malfoy Manor was decorated very gorgeously, with exquisite tapestries hanging on the walls and soft carpets on the floor. As soon as Horn stood firm, he saw Draco standing beside him, covering his mouth and looking at him.