"It's time for us to go to Hogsmeade."
After looking at the robes at both the Tiffany Clothing Store and Madam Malkin's shop, Draco came out of the Leaky Cauldron and couldn't find any clothes that he was satisfied with. When Draco said this, Nina pulled out the staff with the tip still attached in anticipation. A toy wand with a strawberry protective cover, standing at the street corner, looking left and right. Harry bought her a new small pink robe from Madam Malkin's, with a huge star gem brooch on her chest. She now looked like a little witch from a wizarding family, but she hadn't entered school yet.
It was already evening, and luckily it was summer, so the sky wasn't dark yet, but there was a steady stream of people walking out through the Leaky Cauldron, or borrowing the fireplace to go home.
"Tsk, tsk, you cute and innocent little potato," Draco shook his head and pulled out his wand, "Your wand can't call a car."
"Yours is a magic wand, and mine is also a magic wand. Why can't mine? It can also cast magic!" Nina shook her head stubbornly and raised the wand high with her dominant right hand.
Because you are a Muggle who cannot use magic, this wand is also a toy. Draco wanted to say this, but he knew that he would get a slap from Harry as his elder brother. He didn't want to suffer, so he raised his eyebrows at Harry and kicked the problem away like a ball.
"——Tell her." He said slyly.
But who is Harry? Harry has long been prepared for this kind of problem. In order not to ruin his little sister's fairy tale dream, his response was to take out his yellow ash wood wand from his pocket and replace it with Nina's toy wand. He came out, held her hand with the wand, and explained with a smile: "Because they don't let children under eleven years old take the bus alone, dear - you see, we don't let you go alone when you go out. Take a car, right?”
Nina easily accepted this explanation. She held the long wand in the palm of her youngest brother's hand and was excitedly waiting for the wizard's car.
"Will it be a big pumpkin?" Nina asked, looking up. "Like the carriage Cinderella rides in? It is pulled by a horse turned into a mouse, and it scatters glittering stardust when it moves..."
"If you just want to sit there, I can do it for you." Harry was a little depressed and found that his fairy tale plot had been shattered, even though classic Disney animation clips automatically appeared in his mind, such as tattered clothes spinning around and turning into dresses. And so on, but he still automatically came up with all kinds of magic spells and laws of material exchange in his mind... He still had to explain it to Nina in detail, "But this is a bus - I think it looks like the one we usually take. That probably doesn’t make any difference.”
"So can it fly? Like a broom?"
nina asked.
"Excuse me for talking too much, but why is it called a 'car' instead of a plane?" Draco couldn't help but interjected.
"I know you're talking too much, so just... ah." Harry implicitly turned his head and rolled his eyes at him.
The sound of car horns attracted all their attention at this time. Even Wanda, who was looking at the newly bought 'Monster Book of Monsters' with great interest, raised her head and looked in the direction of the car - by the way, this kind of fierce book is in It was wonderful in her hands, even though she wasn't stroking its spine. The owner of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore looked at her with such admiration and eagerness that Harry even felt that he was going to hire Wanda in the next second to specialize in such fierce and bullying books. ,
A three-story bus painted a gaudy purple color drove over. It rushed so fast that the car body shook when it stopped, like a person who couldn't stop the car and fell forward... Fortunately, after a frightening shaking, the car finally came to a stop. It stopped, and the car door bounced open with a bang. Wanda immediately took a step forward and stood in front of her younger siblings. Her usual vigilance caused a ball of red energy to appear on her hand.
"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, emergency transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stick out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My My name is stan shunpike, and I am your conductor today~"
A young man was lazily leaning against the car door. He looked no older than Wanda or Scott. He was wearing a purple uniform with something like a ticket machine on his chest. He was slender and long, with a With big fan ears, the young face still has the laxity and a few small pimples belonging to young people, and the teeth in the grinning mouth are yellow.
He was careless at first, reciting his lines completely, but when he saw Wanda in the front, his eyes suddenly lit up and he whistled, his tone was much more enthusiastic: "Oh, beauty, it's not even sunny yet. Hei, where are you going?"
Wanda raised her eyebrows and glanced at the car, while Harry took a step forward and pushed Wanda back. No boy likes a young man who glares at his sister, who looks ungraceful and whose words are unreliable. What's more, they also have a young little sister. This is not conducive to children's education at all. ! Harry felt that he was a younger brother, an older brother, and a male member of the family. It was necessary to prevent his sisters from being harassed.
But it's a pity that even though he is so responsible, his height is obviously not enough to completely block Wanda. Wanda, on the other hand, endured the hard work behind her. She rarely smiled, but in this situation, although the boy was indeed a dedicated brother, his height was indeed too intimidating...
Therefore, the young conductor couldn't help but glance at the beautiful woman. Harry felt his eyelids jump when he looked at his little eyes, and the desire to leave here immediately arose spontaneously.
"Hello, we want to go to Hogsmeade," Harry said dryly, while Draco boldly crossed his arms and looked at this bus suspiciously, but the front section looked like a classic car. The same car, "Is this car here?"
Frightened and curious, Nina stuck her head out from behind Harry and looked at the car, but was pushed back by Wanda.
"This car can go anywhere, as long as you don't think about feeding fish in the sea or going to the clouds to experience the joy of flying." Facing a little boy, Stan Shunpike lost his enthusiasm, but he still answered the questions and gave way to get on the car. , but Harry still felt very frivolous when he saw him, "The fare is eleven and one silver per person, but if you have a beautiful woman, I can secretly give you a discount——"
It was the first time that he encountered such an obvious approach. Harry's polite smile almost couldn't be stretched, while Draco couldn't bear it: "Although I don't lack a few gold galleons, do we really have to take this shabby car?" ?"
"Isn't it the car you ordered?" Stan Shunpike said to Draco and Harry inexplicably, "Can't you get in?"
Harry looked at Wanda and then Nina a little embarrassed. In fact, he was not willing to get into this car. He could see from the window that what was piled inside was not seats, but a mess of metal four-poster beds. This kind of car Harry has never sat in it, so he doesn't know whether it is safe or suitable for children.
However, Nina seemed very curious and wanted to try it... Harry thought she might have regarded the car as a haunted house, and she was a little scared and wanted to try something new and exciting.
Harry had to raise his head and ask more: "Is this car suitable for preschool children? My sister is not eleven years old yet."
"It's suitable. As long as you hold her tight, it's suitable. Even though the car is old, we can go anywhere." Stan Shunpike said, "So you guys can't get in?"
"Do you want to sit here, sweetheart?" Harry picked up Nina and asked. The latter nodded slightly and whispered in Harry's ear, "Just once, Harry, just once, I want to give it a try."
Harry sighed: "Okay...you'll have to hurry up later."
"I'll come." Wanda reached out and took Nina from Harry's arms. She said calmly, "I'll take care of her. Just take care of yourselves."
After saying that, she took the lead in getting into the car with her high-heeled boots, holding Nina in her arms without looking away. The young conductor seemed to want to say a few more words to her, but Harry pulled her back: "Excuse me, is it? Eleven silver coins per person, right?”
"Yes, yes, if you pay fourteen, you can get chocolate, and if you pay fifteen, you can get a thermos and a toothbrush, in whatever color you choose." Stan Shunpike said dryly, and then put a The note, which looked like a cheat sheet, was stuffed back into his breast uniform pocket.
"Thank you, we have no shortage of bargains."
Draco let out a disgusted sneer and mocked, while Harry silently took out three gold Galleons and gave it to him. The latter took the money, found seven silver Sickles and handed them to Harry, and opened another card from the machine on his chest. I gave him the receipt and asked casually: "Where are you going? What are your names?"
Harry thought for a while, fearing that he would harass Wanda on the road, so he used his late mother's last name: "My name is Evans, this is my cousin, and over there are my sister and sister. We are going to Hogsmeade. We Dad is waiting there for us to have a meal together and buy some things." As he said that, he and Draco got into the car, and the latter was still shaken by the word 'cousin', and his feet almost slipped when he went up the stairs.
The scenery in the car is more like an old house than a car. It is quite clean overall and there is no dirt. There is a bit of the unpleasant smell unique to closed spaces in the air, but it is not heavy. There were some candles hanging on the walls of the car, and there was an empty space in the center, where a crystal chandelier hanging from the three-story roof gave off dim light. The car had three floors, with six beds on each floor. When the curtains were drawn, it was a private space. When Harry looked up, he could see a wizard reading a newspaper on a bed on the second floor.
Harry finally understood what this was like - something like an RV for long-distance travel, or a train with sleeper berths. This is originally a means of travel for wizards who wander around at night, have limited money, or are in too remote locations, and cannot learn to apparate. Or it is a means of travel for some wizards. In short, it is a cheap travel method. Or maybe it's a public benefit provided by the Ministry of Magic. If a respectable nobleman like Draco took the initiative to ride in this kind of car, they would just sneer and choose the door key, the fireplace, or Apparition.
"Go forward, go forward, go forward, go forward, oh, I'm talking about you, the blond one, go forward... Oh, Knockturn Alley is not peaceful recently. I heard that there are traffickers and robbers. You little boys have to take good care of the girls and yourself." The young conductor said casually, which made Harry feel better about him. However, the next second, Stan Shunpike shouted into the driver's cab. Sentence: "Did you hear that, Orn, Hogsmeade! Let's drive, Orn!"
The one that startled both Draco and Nina. The purple head hanging in front of the driver immediately opened its eyes and energetically pulled the dozing driver - a kind-looking one with a head much smaller than the steering wheel. The white-bearded old man, to be honest, the way he parked his car just now made Harry worried about his waist - he woke him up: "Yeah, let's drive, Orn, Hogsmeade! Let's start a winding road!"
Draco was walking around the dusty floor with a look of disgust on his face, when he heard Kaz's voice, and then the car rushed out with a 'biu'. The bottom plate was immediately unstable, and he fell to the ground on his face. If Harry hadn't grabbed a bedpost by himself and caught him again, they would have been bruised and bruised.
But this is just the beginning!
Maybe it was because the steering wheel was slippery today, or maybe the old driver in front had such slippery hands. Harry had just stood still for less than half a second, and the car was running wildly to the right amidst the clang of the four-poster beds sliding, and then rushed forward. Turning to the left, the few cars in the lane and the speed limit were ignored at all, because the two knight buses rushed left and right at super high speeds and were not afraid of overturning, mailboxes and garbage on the street. The boxes, including the street lights, all avoided the car in fear...
Well, it's kind of fun to watch the trash cans jump and run away. Harry thought optimistically before his face was slammed into the glass window nearby. His face was like a piece of mud stuck to the glass, deformed by the pressure. If someone were standing outside, he would be shocked.
"Harry!" Draco screamed as he hugged the bedpost. He thought Harry was going to be thrown out of the car window, but he was relieved when he saw that the window was closed - but this sigh of relief was actually too early, because it didn't take more than an hour. Then his head suddenly hit the metal pillar of the four-poster bed. The pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears, and he couldn't help but let go of the pillar.
Harry hurriedly pulled his face away from the car window glass. Before he could stand still, he came to another intersection. The old driver Orn took a bite of the sandwich and turned the steering wheel wildly——
"Ouch!"
"hiss--!"
This time the two boys bumped into each other. Harry fell back onto the four-poster bed, and Draco's teeth directly touched the back of his head. The two boys rolled together like a sandwich without a sandwich, with their heads touching their heads and their chests touching their backs. A headache from a knock on the tooth, a toothache from a knock on the head, and this impact, if they hadn't suffered more severely, they would probably just hold their chests and roll their eyes on the bed.
"You are such a talent -" Draco yelled at the poor boy selling tickets, "Is there a magic spell under your shoes?!" After saying that, he stretched out his arm to grab Harry tightly and shouted, "I want to Find a way, Harry, this car is always made of metal! You should find a way with a piece of metal!"
"I can't interfere with the movement and structure of the car. This is vandalism!" Harry said in a daze.
Draco was so angry with him: "Who - no one asked you to destroy this car, I - ow - asked you to find a way - let's not run around like a Quaffle! Look at you Sister, the bed she’s sitting on looks like it’s growing on the ground!”
Harry glanced at Wanda with a drifting shock, and was shocked to find that Wanda will always be Wanda, and you will never find her in a panic: even if he didn't know in advance that this car would be so exciting, Wanda still immediately made a solution , four balls of red energy surrounded the four corners of the four-poster bed, and the bed was firmly fixed by the energy. Although it was still a little wobbly, as long as Nina hugged her sister tightly and Wanda sat firmly, they would not rattle at will no matter how the car tilted. Come, clang, go.
Harry suddenly slapped his head when he reminded him. The bed the two boys rolled into immediately stopped sliding left and right in the space. It was fixed to the ground in the car like the one Wanda was sitting on. Although It just creates a magnetic field that allows metal to adhere to each other. Without Harry's ability, it will recover immediately, but it will also be difficult to place randomly in a relatively large space like other beds.
Only now did he have enough energy to look at Stan Shunpike, who was scolded by Draco for saying "there's magic on the bottom of his shoe." The young conductor really had two skills, unlike Harry and Draco who were dizzy after riding in a car for the first time. , he was on the same level in this car, and he didn't know when he rushed to a seat not far from Wanda, holding up the newspaper and trying to chat with her more.
Now Harry also began to wonder if he had cast some magic on his feet so that he could chat with the beautiful woman, that is, Wanda.
"You - I mean, are your family here to travel?" Stan leaned against the car window pretending to be free and easy, as if he was glued to the ground, as if the car was not steep, "You are British ? I have seen a lot of wizards, but I have never seen a beauty like you."
Wanda hugged Nina tightly, raised her eyes gently and glanced at him, her tone still so casual: "We are from the United States."
"The United States - I heard that the United States is not safe recently," Stan shook the Daily Prophet in his hand. Stan's face was frightened for a moment, but then pretended to be calm. He shook his hands and blinked several times quickly. Putting his hands into his pants pockets, "I heard that the Ministry of Magic in the United States has some opinions on us in the UK, right?"
He subconsciously regarded Wanda as a wizard. After all, she held a little girl in a wizard's robe and kept the bed she was sitting on steady. He regarded this as profound silent and wandless magic.
"There is no Ministry of Magic in the United States, only Congress." Wanda said impatiently. But she didn't want to stir up trouble yet, so her face was very calm, which made Stan think that he had found an interesting topic, and he continued talking happily: "But it's almost right, I also heard that the Ministry of Magic is going to establish a bill to deny wizards from entering the United States without reason. Well, a wandering wizard told me that the magic pet he raised can always find out top-secret information. The Daily Prophet has also said this before - but in my opinion, if it is a beauty like you, there is absolutely no way they can If you agree to this bill, are all beautiful witches like you in the United States?" He also gave Wanda a 'you know', which was very... well, in Harry's opinion, it was very frivolous, or coquettish, and he also pouted. Mouth, bent over, face moved forward, "——I mean, more beautiful than ever."
Harry believed that his intention might be to flatter him. Beautiful women like to hear other people praise their beauty, but obviously his compliments were not pleasant at all. Before Wanda could turn her eyes and focus on him, Harry couldn't stand it anymore. This person struck up a conversation so poorly that even Draco sneered.
Harry took out his wand, pointed it at Stan Shunpike, and flicked it like a fork forking spaghetti, and the latter was pulled from Wanda to the front, near the cab.
"Do you have anything to do with my sister?" Harry almost said 'I don't welcome you to talk to my sister' written on his face, because according to Draco, this expression is considered cold in history, you You can see that this boy is smiling politely, but his uneasy brows and sharp eyes let you know that if he moves again, he will not be polite. He is already forcing himself to endure his unhappiness. "She has something to whisper to our little one." My sister said, can you please leave a private space for them?"
Draco looked at Harry like this and shivered sensitively. He suddenly felt that it was chilly in the summer.
Wanda also closed the curtain on the occasion, and Nina was also obedient. Children of this age are the best at judging their faces. Seeing that their brothers and sisters were not very happy, they did not say a word and just hugged Wanda's neck tightly. Not reaching for my neck everywhere, I wanted to look out of the window excitedly.
"Ah oh - there is something wrong with you kid," Stan Shunpike touched his neck where he was hit, and said guiltily and a little annoyed. After all, he was interrupted and was dragged over by magic by a minor. Ashamed, he glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye, "I'm just a British native, an adult, chatting with your sister - aha! Underage students can't use magic during the holidays - you may have to accept it soon The notification letter from the Ministry of Magic has arrived! Even if you come from the United States, you will still receive a warning letter! Let me tell you, you must have registered your wand when you entered the country. I think it is better for you to sit down obediently, child!" He was like It was as if he had caught something, and he felt a little proud.
Draco turned his face to one side, lowered his head and laughed silently - the Ministry of Magic would send them a warning letter, as long as they dared.
He just likes this situation of 'someone wants to mess with me but they don't dare'.
"You can give it a try." Harry shrugged, holding the wand in his hand, but did not take it back. Of course he could not use magic, but using a gun to attack people was always more threatening than poisoning people secretly. He felt that he Not tall enough, so I can only make up for it from another aspect, "You can also talk to me and my cousin. I am still willing to chat with people - not my sister. She likes to be quiet. If she lacks someone to chat with, , just talk to my sister."
I mean, please stop chatting with my sister.
Draco was gloating on the sidelines. He didn't like the car, and he didn't like the poor conductor even more. But this brave guy actually dared to chat with Wanda - even though Harry looked good-tempered, he was really good-tempered at ordinary times. That was He doesn't care. Once you dare to do anything to his family, he will care a lot.
Toad wants to eat. He flattened his lips and made a mouth gesture to Stan Sandpack. Of course, the latter saw it and immediately felt that children nowadays are too annoying.
Stan Shunpike's magic level must not be high, because he really accepted the threat and stayed in the front, sometimes looking at the road and sometimes reading the newspaper, without disturbing Wanda again. He flipped through the Daily Prophet in his hand, and occasionally exclaimed "Oh Merlin," "This is terrible," "Wow," and other exclamations.
During this period, the knight bus was still driving on the road at an astonishing speed. Judging from Harry's rough visual calculation, it was probably shuttling on the road at the speed of a train and would not overturn or roll over. It can rear-end, but it is quite safe in terms of performance, and like a tempered child, it will never give in. It would rather thin itself into a thin strip than drive slower or stop - literally, between two ordinary buses When they were in front and the road was not wide enough, both Harry and Draco felt that they were being squeezed together with the car, and this flat wizard bus happily passed through the gap between the two cars. The old driver The head in front of orn is still shouting happily: "Be careful with your head~~~"
When Draco was squeezed in the space, all the timid energy he had before seemed to return to his body in one breath, and the courage to stab people disappeared without a trace. His face turned pale, and he hugged Harry tightly with both arms, and then The reporter also hugged his arms in a good-natured manner and asked him to rest his head on his shoulders. He did not raise his head until the space returned to normal.
"It's a good thing the bed won't move," he said, "otherwise it would be worse."
"It's okay, it's okay," Harry reassured him, "This should be the normal function of the car - but other people, I mean, wouldn't Muggles see this car? A car has a gap of less than half a meter. Went through it, if it was recorded, wouldn't it be on the news as an urban monster?"
"They will still react if you hit them," Stan Shunpike yawned. "If you don't hit them, you won't even be able to see a trace. What kind of car do you think this is, American little boy? This is a unique Cavalier Public car!"
"A unique junk car." Draco curled his lips and whispered to Harry, "The Ministry of Magic can't allocate more Galleons to repair this car. They are very diligent in renovating the Office of the Minister of Magic every year."
Harry rarely felt that what he said was fair and just. What does this mean? The budget for public facilities is not large, but the private expenses of high-ranking officials are relatively large?
"I don't quite understand the officialdom of the Ministry of Magic," Harry expressed his opinion. "I think they should find a bolder person to be the Minister of Magic. Although this is none of my business, why is he like that? What if someone becomes the Minister of Magic?"
"The Minister of Magic cannot be a noble." Draco was well aware of this kind of news. "This has been an implicit rule in recent decades. Some people always feel that if a pure-blood noble becomes the Minister of Magic, it will be him. He spent money on himself, and such a minister has no way to get the support of Muggle-born wizards-" He shrugged his nose at this, with a sour taste in his voice, "It's like those ministers of magic have no money. Likewise, they promise power, bias, and special treatment everywhere, and use these to obtain the money and power support of the nobles."
"Oh." Harry was not very interested in this and shrugged, "It sounds complicated."
"That is to say, I can support you in becoming the Minister of Magic in the future," Draco became interested, geared up, and whispered, "You are a mixed race - no offense to your mother - and you grew up in a 'Muggle family'. There is a title of savior, believe me, Harry, as long as you show enough affinity for Britain in the future and smile at everyone, the Minister of Magic will be in your pocket!"
"...I am opposed to this career plan, thank you, cousin," Harry smiled dryly and pushed him away from his head, "But I want to be a doctor, not the Minister of Magic...well, I don't want to work in the UK either. will.”
"...What, you don't want to stay and work in the UK?!"
——Wait a minute, what should I do? Draco suddenly realized this problem. If Harry doesn't stay in the UK to work, what will he do?
Draco suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his life plan. He had always thought that he would be like his father, who would graduate from Hogwarts with excellent grades and the title of Head Boy, easily enter politics, become the object of fawning over high-ranking officials at a young age, and achieve a higher position for the Malfoy family, which would inevitably require He's in England, of course he's in England, he's the heir to the oldest pure-blood family in England...
No, stop. Draco himself felt bored half the time he thought about it - this was as boring a life as plain water. Is his life going to be wasted on something like this? that's all?
A life many times more exciting and exciting than this life is already his.
"After graduation, I want to go to university or continue studying at my father's school." Harry saw the hidden thoughts and contradictions on his face. He unknowingly swallowed what he wanted to ask and talked about his plans instead. , he himself felt that this might be a bit of a temptation, but he didn’t think it could be a temptation, and there was nothing good in his plan, “Then he would travel around the world to increase his knowledge and experience… maybe with friends. will be better."
After Harry said this, he felt a little deliberate and scratched his face in embarrassment.
"What are your plans, Draco?" Harry felt like he was asking knowingly. This feeling is a bit strange. You know that you are asking the question knowingly, but you are also secretly expecting the answer. The corners of his mouth could not help but turn upward.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief. This was an invitation, and the time and place might not be right, but it came at the right time, and it immediately calmed down Draco's confused heart.
"Can you use your stupid brain to think about it," Draco said, "Who is more suitable to accompany you around the world than me - my dear cousin?"
Cousin is such a beautiful word. he thinks. The moment he blurted out his words, he had the dignity of an elder, as well as the intimacy of blood and relationship. Although the aristocratic bloodline is complicated, from the blood flowing in his veins, he is the person closest to Harry in this generation. This feeling may be a bit abnormal, but Draco just feels happy and can't help but hold Harry tighter.
——When he was happy, he naturally ignored his cousin Nymphadora Tonks.
Harry smiled as he wished. He hugged Draco's arm that had been holding his chest, drew his feet up, and responded happily with a singing voice.
"No one but you, my dear cousin."
…………
The young conductor accidentally looked at the whole process through the gap in the newspaper and shuddered.
"Merlin's butterbeer, how do little boys cuddle with their friends these days? What kind of weird things are happening in this society?"
