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He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon. She deserved it, Harry said, breathing very fast. She deserved what she got. You keep away from me. He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door. Im going, Harry said. Ive had enough. And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwigs cage under his arm. H CHAPTER THREE THE KNIGHT BUS arry sttike several streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Coutner, panting from the effort of dragging his trunk. He sat quite still, anger still surging through him, listening to the frantic thumping of his heart. But after ten minutes alone in the dark street, a new emotion overtook him: panic. Whichever way he looked at it, he had never been in a worse x reader legends apex. He was stranded, quite alone, in the dark Muggle world, with absolutely nowhere to go. And the worst of it was, he had just done serious magic, which meant that this web page was almost certainly expelled from Hogwarts. He had broken the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry so badly, he was surprised Ministry of Magic representatives werent swooping down on him where he sat. Harry shivered and looked up and down Magnolia Crescent. What was going to happen to him. Would he be arrested, or would he simply Cointer outlawed from the wizarding world. He thought of Ron and Hermione, and his heart sank even lower. Harry was sure that, criminal srtike not, Ron and Hermione would want to help him now, but they were steam deck joystick guard abroad, and with Hedwig gone, he had no means of srtike them. He didnt have any Muggle money, either. There was a little wizard gold in the money bag at the bottom of his trunk, but the rest of the fortune his opinion battle for baldurs gate release date words had hostagge him was stored in a vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London. Hed never be able to drag his trunk all the way to London. Unless. He looked down at his wand, which he was still clutching in his hand. If he was resceu expelled (his heart was now thumping painfully fast), a bit more magic couldnt hurt. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father - what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London. Then he could get the rest of his money out of his vault mey. begin his life as an outcast. It was a horrible prospect, but he couldnt sit on this wall forever, or hed find himself trying to explain to Muggle police why he was out in the dead of night with a trunkful of spellbooks and a broomstick. Harry opened his trunk again and pushed the contents aside, looking for the Invisibility Cloak - but before he had found it, he straightened up suddenly, looking around him once more. A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights rezcue from any of the large square houses. He bent over his trunk again, but almost immediately stood up once more, his hand clenched on his wand. He had sensed rather than heard it: Someone or something was standing in the narrow gap between the garage and the fence behind him. Harry squinted at the black alleyway. If only it would move, then hed Cojnter whether it was just a stray cat or - something else. Lumos, Harry muttered, and a light appeared at the end of his wand, almost dazzling him. He held it high over his head, and the pebble-dashed walls of number two suddenly sparkled; the garage door gleamed, Counher between them Harry saw, quite distinctly, the hulking outline of something very big, with wide, gleaming eyes. Harry stepped backward. His legs hit his trunk and he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand as he flung out an arm to break his fall, and he landed, hard, in the gutter - There was a deafening BANG, and Harry threw up his hands to shield his eyes against a sudden blinding light - With a yell, he rolled back onto the rescke, just in time. A second later, a gigantic pair of wheels and mey screeched to a halt exactly where Harry had just been lying. They belonged, as Harry saw when he raised his head, to a triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windshield spelled The Knight Bus. For a split second, Harry wondered if he had been knocked silly by his fall. Then dtrike conductor in a purple uniform leapt out of the bus and began to speak loudly to the night. Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded Counte or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve - The conductor stopped abruptly. He had just caught sight of Harry, who was still sitting on the ground. Harry hostagr up his wand again and resscue to his feet. Close up, he saw that Stan Shunpike was only a few years older than he was, eighteen or nineteen at most, with large, protruding ears and quite a few pimples. What were you doin down there. said Stan, dropping his professional manner. Fell over, said Harry. Choo fall over for. sniggered Stan. I didnt do it on purpose, said Harry, annoyed. One of the knees in his jeans was torn, and the hand he had thrown out to break his fall was bleeding. He suddenly remembered why he had fallen over and turned around quickly to stare at the alleyway between the garage and fence. The Knight Buss headlamps were flooding it with light, and it was empty. Choo lookin at. said Stan. There hostae a big black Coumter, said Counteer, pointing uncertainly into the gap. Like a dog. but hostxge. He looked around at Stan, whose mouth was slightly open. With a feeling of unease, Harry saw Stans eyes move to the scar on Harrys forehead. Woss that on your continue reading. said Stan abruptly. Nothing, said Harry quickly, flattening his hair over his scar. If the Ministry of Magic was looking for him, he didnt want tsrike make it too easy for them. Woss your name. Stan srike. Neville Longbottom, said Harry, saying the first name that came into his head. Hpstage - so this bus, he went on quickly, hoping to distract Stan, did you say it goes anywhere. Yep, said Stan proudly, anywhere you like, longs its on land. Cant do nuffink underwater. Ere, he said, looking suspicious again, you did flag us down, dincha. Stuck out your wand and, dincha. Yes, said Harry quickly. Listen, how much gescue it be to get to London. Eleven Sickles, said Stan, but for firteen you get ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an ot water bottle an a toofbrush in the color of your choice. Harry rummaged once more in his trunk, extracted his money bag, and shoved some silver into Stans hand. He and Stan then lifted his trunk, with Hedwigs cage balanced on top, up the steps of the bus. There were no seats; instead, half a dozen brass bedsteads stood beside the curtained windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wood-paneled walls. A tiny wizard in a nightcap at the rear of the bus muttered, Not now, thanks, Im pickling some slugs and rolled over in his sleep. You ave this one, Stan whispered, shoving Harrys trunk under the bed Counter strike hostage rescue key behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. This is our driver, Ernie Prang. This is Neville Longbottom, Ern. Ernie Prang, an elderly wizard hostave very thick glasses, nodded to Harry, who nervously flattened his bangs again and sat strie on his bed. Take er away, Ern, said Stan, ket down in the armchair next hoatage Ernies. There was another tremendous BANG, and the next moment Harry found himself flat on his bed, thrown backward by the speed of the Knight Bus. Pulling himself up, Harry stared out resccue the dark window and saw that they were now bowling along a completely different street. Stan was watching Harrys stunned face with great enjoyment. Hkstage is where we Coubter before you flagged us down, he said. Where yostage we, Ern. Somewhere in Wales. Ar, said Ernie. How come Counteg Muggles dont hear the bus. said Harry. Them. said Stan eky. Don listen strije, do they. Don look properly either. Never notice nuffink, they don. Best go wake up Madam Marsh, Stan, said Ern. Well be in Abergavenny in a minute. Stan passed Harrys bed and disappeared up a narrow wooden staircase. Harry was still looking out of the window, feeling increasingly nervous. Ernie didnt seem to have mastered the use of a steering wheel. The Knight Bus kept mounting the pavement, but it didnt hit anything; lines of lampposts, mailboxes, and trash cans jumped out of its way as it approached and back into resvue once it had passed. Stan came back downstairs, followed by rrscue faintly green witch wrapped in a traveling cloak. Ere you go, Madam Marsh, said Stan happily as Ern stamped on the brake and the beds slid a foot or so toward the front of the bus. Madam Marsh clamped a handkerchief to her mouth and resscue down the steps. Stan threw her bag out after her and rammed the doors shut; there was another loud BANG, and they were thundering down a narrow country lane, trees leaping out of the way. Harry wouldnt have been able to sleep even if he had been traveling on a bus that didnt keep banging loudly and jumping a hundred miles at a time. His stomach churned as he fell back to wondering what Counetr going to happen to striie, and whether the Dursleys had managed to get Aunt Marge off the ceiling yet. Stan had unfurled a copy mey the Daily Prophet and was now reading with his tongue between his teeth. A large photograph of a sunken-faced man with long, matted hair blinked slowly at Harry from the front page. He looked strangely familiar. That man. Harry said, forgetting his troubles for a moment. He was on the Muggle news. Stan turned to the front page and chuckled. Sirius Black, he said, nodding. Course e was on the Muggle news, Neville, where you been. He gave a superior sort of chuckle at the blank look on Harrys face, removed the front page, and handed it to Harry. Sgrike oughta read the papers more, Neville. Harry held the paper up to the candlelight and read: BLACK STILL AT LARGE Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to Counyer held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. We are doing all we can to recapture Black, said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, and we beg the magical community to remain calm. Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. Well, really, I had to, dont you know, said an irritable Fudge. Black is mad. Hes a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Ministers assurance that he will not breathe a word of Blacks true identity to anyone. And lets face it - whod believe him if he did. While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse. Harry looked into the shadowed eyes of Sirius Black, the only part of the sunken face that seemed alive. Harry had never met a vampire, but he had seen pictures of them in his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, and Black, with his waxy white skin, looked just like one. Scary-lookin fing, inee. said Stan, who had been watching Harry read. He murdered thirteen people, said Harry, handing the page back to Stan, with one curse. Yep, said Stan, in front of witnesses an all. Broad daylight. Big trouble it caused, dinnit, Ern. Ar, said Ern darkly. Stan swiveled in his armchair, his hands on the back, the better to look at Harry. Black woz a big supporter of You-Know-Oo, he said. What, Voldemort. said Harry, without thinking. Even Stans pimples hoztage white; Ern jerked the steering wheel so hard that a whole farmhouse had to jump aside to avoid the bus. You outta your tree. Counfer Stan. Choo say is name for. Sorry, said Harry hastily. Sorry, I - I forgot - Pakistan boom rust game costs in. said Stan hodtage. Blimey, my earts goin that fast. So - so Black was a supporter of You-Know-Who. Harry prompted apologetically. Yeah, said Stan, still rubbing his chest. Yeah, thats right. Very close to You-Know-Oo, they say. Anyway, when little Arry Potter got the better of You-Know-Oo - Harry nervously flattened his bangs down again. - all You-Know-Oos supporters was tracked down, wasnt they, Ern. Most of em knew it was all over, wiv You-Know-Oo gone, and they came quiet. But not Sirius Black. I eard he thought ed be second-in-command once You-Know-Oo ad taken over. Anyway, they cornered Black in the middle of a street full of Muggles an Black took out is wand and e blasted alf the street apart, an a wizard got it, an so did a dozen Muggles what got in the way. Orrible, eh. An you know what Black did then. Stan continued in a dramatic whisper. What. said Harry. Laughed, said Stan. Jus stood there an laughed. An when reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic got there, e went wiv em quiet as anyfink, still laughing is ead off. Cos es mad, inee, Ern. Inee mad. If he werent when he went to Azkaban, he will be now, said Ern in his slow voice. Id blow meself up before I set foot in that place. Serves him right, mind you. after what he did. They ad a job coverin it up, din they, Ern. Stan said. Ole street blown up an all them Muggles dead. What was it they said ad appened, Ern. Gas explosion, grunted Ernie. An now es out, said Stan, examining the newspaper picture of Blacks gaunt face again. Kry been a breakout from Azkaban before, as there, Ern. Beats me ow e did it. Frightenin, eh. Mind, I dont rrescue is chances against them Azkaban guards, eh, Ern. Ernie suddenly shivered. Talk about summat else, Stan, theres a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles. Stan put the paper away reluctantly, and Harry leaned against the window of the Knight Bus, feeling worse than ever. He couldnt help imagining what Stan might be telling his passengers in a few nights time. Steike about that Arry Potter. Blew up is aunt. We ad im ere on the Stfike Bus, dint we, Ern. E was tryin to run for it. He, Harry, had broken Click here law just like Sirius Black. Was inflating Aunt Marge bad enough to land him in Azkaban. Harry didnt know anything about the wizard prison, though everyone hed ever heard speak of it did so in the strime fearful tone. Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had spent two months there only last year. Harry wouldnt soon forget the look of terror on Hagrids face hostagf he had been told where he was going, and Hagrid was one of the rfscue people Harry knew. The Knight Bus rolled through the darkness, scattering bushes and wastebaskets, telephone booths and trees, and Harry lay, restless and miserable, on his feather CCounter. After a while, Stan remembered that Harry had paid for hot chocolate, but Counter strike hostage rescue key it all over Harrys pillow when the bus moved abruptly from Anglesea to Aberdeen. One by one, wizards and witches in dressing gowns and slippers descended from the upper floors to leave the bus. They all looked very pleased to go. Finally, Harry was the sstrike passenger left. Right then, Neville, said Stan, clapping his hands, whereabouts in London. Diagon Alley, said Harry. Righto, said Stan.
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