The impact of the black cat's lunge sent Harry half a step back, and his leg stumbled over the suitcase.

He wrapped one arm around the kitten in his arms, and the other arm was extended to keep his body balanced.

But it didn't work, and he fell heavily to the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, and the black cat in his arms jumped onto his shoulder, with an unusually familiar and strange smile on his lips, which reminded Harry of Evan for an instant.

He shook his head, he must have been dizzy, how could a cat have Evan's expression. But the smile really sounded, and before he could look any further, he saw the huge outline of something big with big glimmering eyes in the far shadows.

Like a big dog, Harry cautiously stretched his wand forward.

As soon as his wand was raised, the gravel-covered wall of the second wall suddenly flashed brightly, and with a deafening thud, a dazzling bright light suddenly struck.

Harry let out a yelling and hurriedly stepped back, Evan scrambling to grab his shoulders.

It was just in time, and about a second later, a pair of huge wheels and lights screamed and stopped right where Harry had been standing.

Evan looked up and saw that the wheels and lights belonged to a three-story bus, which had emerged from thin air, and the golden letters on the windshield of the car made up the words: Rider Bus.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger for witches or wizards in distress, just stretch out your wand and get on the bus and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My name is Stansan Park, and I'm your conductor tonight!"

Sanpark, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with big fanning ears and a few small pimples on his face, walked up to Harry's side.

"A strange passenger with a black kitten, what are you doing there?"

"There's a big black thing in there, did you see that?" Harry wanted to ask if he had seen a big dog standing in the clearing not far away, but when he looked back he saw nothing.

"No, what's that on your head?" Stan seemed to see the scar on Harry's forehead.

"No, nothing!" Harry said quickly, covering the scar with his hair, he didn't want to let them find him too easily if the Ministry of Magic was looking for him.

"Well, what's your name?" Stan continues to ask.

"Neville Longbottom!" Harry whispered, his gaze shifting to the car behind Stan, "So, this bus can go anywhere, right?"

"That's right, anywhere you want, as long as it's on land. You can't go underwater!" Stan looked skeptical, "Didn't you just signal us to stop? You stretched out your wand, didn't you?"

"yes!" said Harry, "listen, how much does it cost to go to Diagon Alley in London?"

"Eleven silver sicos!" Stan said, "but you have a pet, you'll have to pay five more, three more will get chocolate, and one more will get a thermos and a toothbrush, the color of your choice." ”

"Wait, this cat isn't my pet!" Harry said to Stan as he remembered the black cat on his shoulder, "I just met it a second before you came." ”

"Really?" Stan said skeptically, "but it's already on its way, you know, the black cat is a rare breed, if it weren't your pet"

Harry saw that the black cat, which had been lying on his shoulder, had climbed into the knight's bus and sat down on a soft bed.

Unable to do so, he quickly pulls out his money bag and dumps some silver coins into Stan's hand.

He and Stan then lift his suitcase, which holds Hedwig's cage, and they just walk onto the knight's bus.

"You sleep on this!" Stan introduced Harry to the driver, then led him to the bed where Evan was, took a large piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it over, "It's yours, I'll get some cat food for your pet, we've got everything here." ”

He rummaged under a bed, took out a rice bowl and placed it in front of Aven, pouring a large pile of cat food into it.

Ai Wen turned his head directly and couldn't bear to look at it, this idiot really thought of himself as a cat.

If it weren't for the feeling that Sirius Black hadn't left just now, Evan wouldn't have chosen to get into this car with Harry, and Harry wouldn't have anything to do anyway, and he could go to Diagon Alley to find him at any time.

There are still a lot of things to do in the house, especially after Dobby can't find himself anymore, he doesn't know what he will be in a hurry.

However, Evan has no other choice, the sequelae of taking the magic potion is serious, and it is estimated that he will not recover until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

If you don't want to be torn to pieces by Sirius Black during this time, then stay by Harry's side honestly, the other party will not be close to Harry for the time being.

The car started with another loud thud, and Harry collapsed on the bed, the speed of the knight's bus throwing him backwards, crushing Evan under him.

Evan struggled to crawl out, and seeing that Harry was not interested in eating his piece of chocolate, he jumped lightly, took the chocolate in his mouth, and under the surprised gaze of Harry and Stan, skillfully tore open the chocolate wrapper and ate it, as for the pot of cat food, whoever likes to eat it, he will not touch it anyway.

He was exhausted from the night, chasing each other with Sirius Black, draining him so much of his energy that he quickly swallowed a whole piece of chocolate.

"Neville, you're a well-trained cat, and my sister has a cat too, but she won't do anything but scratch the sheets. Stan looks at Evan with interest.

"Yes, yes!" Seeing the black cat eating chocolate, Harry had a strange feeling in his heart, how this cat looked more and more like Aven.

He lay flat on the bed and held the black cat high above his chest and watched carefully.

Evan waved his claws weakly, to no avail.

He's obviously so abnormal, Harry, a dull guy, when will he recognize himself.

There was a violent collision, and Harry subconsciously let go of his hand.

Evan ran to his pillow and sat down, squinting out the window, the knight's bus was always hitting the sidewalk, but it couldn't hit anything, the rows of lampposts, mailboxes, and garbage cans jumped out of the way of the car, and when it passed, it was back in its original position.

Harry studied Aven's black cat for a moment, and his mind returned to himself.

Tonight's events were bizarre enough, a strange bus that could jump forward a hundred miles at once, a dog that was incredibly big, and a black cat who was going to follow him alive and dead, and he didn't know what was going to happen to him next.

Then, his stomach churned, and he thought of Aunt Maggie, wondering if the Dursleys had managed to get her off the ceiling.