Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 504: Draco takes the bus

After a lot of fright, Draco finally left the mansion. When he stood still on the street, he was greatly relieved, but after a while he fell silent again.

Since when, even going out can make him feel like a big battle? You know, that is his own door!

Draco suddenly felt that since he enrolled in Hogwarts, there has never been a good time.

In the beginning, the Potter boy was against him. He was obviously a star in the magic world, so he didn't make friends with his Master Malfoy? Then it was that McLean again... Forget it, that guy couldn't afford to offend from the beginning, let alone now...

But right now, he actually has to be cautious even in his own home, for fear that he will offend "the distinguished guest" if he doesn't pay attention. What kind of a thing is this?

The Malfoy family is a pure-blooded glory, and there have been so many wizards with surnames from the ancestors. How could you ever think that there will be such a stubborn time?

However, Draco thought about it, but in the end he sighed.

The so-called family misfortune is often a ripening agent for a child. With age and various changes, he has to become more mature. Although Draco Malfoy would still be proud of his family and surname, after learning to judge the situation a few times, he finally understood the truth that the situation is better than others.

In the beginning, Lucius, the father, made him live a low-key life; but now, even if he can no longer see his father from time to time, he has finally figured out the need to look up at people and do things with his head down.

After froze for a while on the side of the street, Draco drew his wand and waved it towards the street. Not long after, I saw the two houses on the opposite side of the street twisted their waists as if they were alive and drove a road, and then a purple three-story bus rushed straight from that road like a speeding electric switch.

With the sour "crunch", the bus went from extremely moving to extremely quiet, and stopped steadily next to Draco, directly in the middle of the road.

"Wow!"

A young conductor opened the door roughly, leaned against the door, and indifferently read the line prescribed by the boss.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus. We have opened this emergency passenger transport for the witches and wizards in trouble. You only need to stretch out your magic wand and board the bus, and we will..."

This was the first time Draco took this thing. He looked at the two cars casually, but didn't care what the conductor said. Before the other party could finish talking, he wanted to pull the conductor into the car.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he immediately retracted.

Yes, Young Master Malfoy's temper has not changed much, but the cruel reality taught him to think more about his words and deeds. Even if I really look down on the conductor in my heart, but sometimes, there is no need to care about these people, right?

Fortunately, probably because of the lines that have been read too many times, the conductor has already practiced quite neatly. He didn't even pause a long line, and he finished it in one breath.

"Sir, please get in the car! Where are you going?"

After the opponent stepped aside, Draco said "Hogsmeade Village" as he walked up with his suitcase, and then looked curiously into the cabin.

At this look, he frowned immediately.

Although this car is modeled on Muggle buses to manufacture and operate, there is no Muggle-style row of seats inside. It was daytime, and there were no beds with brass pillars in the carriage, but instead of them, they were all kinds of chaotically arranged chairs.

It stands to reason that a typical pure-blooded wizard like Draco is unwilling to ride a knight bus. They always felt that the appearance of Muggle-like things in the magical world was an insult, let alone sitting on them. In normal times, he would travel in his own night horse carriage.

But now, he has to rely on this thing to go to Hogsmeade, which really makes him feel a little absurd. Especially, this car is dirty in every way!

Of course the conductor didn't know Draco's inner thoughts. When he saw people getting in the car, he "crashed" on the door again. Maybe it's because Draco's clothes showed a good identity, and he obviously showed some intentional complacency.

"Oh, Hogsmeade Village? Yes! There have been a lot of people going there recently, it's like a trend, um... Mr. Dumbledore's funeral!" The conductor raised his eyebrows and said Full of mundane aura, "But it’s a bit far to get to Hogsmeade from here. This car is also a lot of money... Hey, you look like a big family, and this little money is definitely not for you. What's the matter, it's because I talk too much..."

"How much?" Draco asked directly, not wanting to talk nonsense.

"Two golden gallons plus nine silver sikes...this is going to drive the entire UK! It's a bit far...really..."

Seeing the other party babbling endlessly, Draco took out three Gallons and threw them in front of him without saying a word. The conductor had eyesight and quick hands, and he caught it with his hands.

"No need to look for it!" he said casually.

There may be nothing else in the Malfoys, just Jin Jiarong. Their ancestors and ancestors have been able to gather money for generations. The savings of the past generations alone will be enough for several generations to eat and drink to their heart's content, not to mention that there are a large number of family businesses that are constantly earning more Jin Jialong for them.

Let’s not mention anything else, just the funds donated to Hogwarts every year can already make most wizard families look dumbfounded.

"Okay!" The conductor suddenly became more enthusiastic, as if he had met a loved one who had been separated for many years, "This is really...Come on, please sit here--"

When Draco had just sat down on a back chair that seemed barely acceptable, before he could settle down, he heard the conductor yelling happily toward the front of the car.

"Ern, it's time to start!"

Before speaking, as the driver Erne slammed the shift lever, the whole car immediately rushed forward like a wild horse without its rein. All of a sudden, the carriage was turned upside down.

Draco felt as if he was being dragged by the back of the chair, and slid uncontrollably behind him, and then crashed into other chairs. But before he could react, the bus turned to the left with a creak.

"Boom!"

Draco was caught off guard for a while, and in a blink of an eye he was thrown to the right side of the carriage by the man with the chair, a face already firmly pressed against the solid window glass.

Fortunately, some magic seems to have been cast in the carriage of the Cavalier Bus. This violent collision did not cause any problems with his handsome face.

"Damn it, really curiosity...never do this broken car again! Never!" Draco looked at the colorful scene that was flowing fast out of the car window, but he felt regretful in his heart.

The speed of this rider bus is extremely fast, from start to finish there are only two gears-the first is forward and the second is braking. Although it is indeed a reference to the Muggle bus, it is really embarrassing for these wizards who are rarely involved in the Muggle world to design the car in a proper way.

But even though the experience of riding this thing is never good, it is still welcomed by many middle-class wizards, because it is really fast and convenient...Although it is indeed a bit expensive.

Not long after, when the driver pulled down the shift lever again, as the speed of the bus suddenly returned to zero, Malfoy rushed forward.

Soon he heard that the conductor opened the door again, leaning against the door and babbling the lines that belonged to him.

"...How much does it cost to go to Hogsmeade? I...I don't know if it's enough..."

Before the conductor could finish the line, another voice rang. Draco sounded a little familiar, and when he cared, he put aside the anger in his head for a while, propped up and looked forward.

"Is that stupid Longbottom?" His eyes passed the conductor~IndoMTL.com~ and he recognized who the person was.

The little fat guy who used to be, now has become a stupid big one, which I have to say is a wonderful change. To be honest, this cowardly boy who lacks a string in his head will grow and look more like a dog...Although he is not half as handsome as Draco Malfoy!

"From here to Hogsmeade, one Jin Jialong plus seven silver sikes, one less will not work." The conductor said loudly, "Don't look at me like that. This is the price set by our boss. I can't be the master!"

"Ah...um...well...I'll look for..."

The two men in front of him murmured and entangled for a while, and Neville silently moved himself into the car while squeezing his mouth.

Although his Longbottom family was once a big pure-blood family, there have been glorious generations in the past, but now the family depends entirely on grandma. And the ancestors of the previous generations did not manage the Longbottom family well, not to mention making money, on the contrary, they lost a lot.

Although it's not very poor now, money really has to be saved.

As soon as he walked into the carriage, Neville saw Draco at a glance. He immediately shrank, but his face showed two opposite expressions of cowardice and anger.

He still remembers how Draco vilified his parents' acrimony, which was the thing he hated the most in his life.

On the other side of Draco, he just glanced at Neville casually, as if he hadn't seen him at all, pulled another chair and sat down. This time he was sitting next to the handrail in the carriage, and he could do it as soon as he stretched out his hand-he can't make a fool of himself in front of Longbottom later!

When the conductor yelled to the driver again, Draco quickly hugged the pillar beside him, and then looked at Neville with a subtle expression of jokes.