Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The impact of the black cat pounding over caused Harry to take a half-step back, and his leg hit the wardrobe and tripped.

He held the kitten in his arms and his other arm stretched out to maintain balance.

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

He hurriedly climbed up and the black cat in his arms jumped onto his shoulder, with a strange smile at the corner of his mouth so familiar that Harry instantly remembered Ivan.

He shook his head and must have lost his mind. How could a cat possibly have Ivan's expression? But that kind of smile really seemed like, without waiting for him to look further, he saw a huge outline of something in the distant shadow with big, slightly glowing eyes.

As if it were a big dog, Harry carefully stretched his wand forward.

His wand had just been raised, and the gravel-filled No. 2 wall suddenly flashed with bright light, accompanied by a deafening bang, an eye-catching strong light suddenly struck.

Harry screamed, hurrying back, and Ivan grabbed his shoulder so hard.

It was very timely, and about a second later, a huge pair of wheels and lights screamed and braked exactly where Harry was standing.

Ivan raised his head and found that the wheel and lights belonged to a three-story bus that emerged from thin air, and the gold letters on the car's windshield made up the following words: Knight Bus.

“Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger service for witches or men in distress who can take you anywhere you want by stretching out your wand and walking into the car. My name is Stan Sampak. I'm your ticket clerk tonight! ”

About eighteen or nineteen years old, Sampak had a big fan ear and a few small papules on his face, and he walked up to Harry.

“A strange passenger with a black kitten, what are you still standing there for? ”

“There was a big black thing there, you see?” Harry wanted to ask if they saw a big dog standing in the open space not far away, but when he turned around, he didn't see anything.

“No, what's that on your head?” Stan seemed to see a scar on Harry's forehead.

“No, nothing!” Harry quickly said, covering the scar with his hair, and if the Ministry was looking for him, he didn't want them to find themselves too easily.

“Okay, what's your name?” Stan continued.

“Neville Longbottom!” Harry whispered, his eyes shifted to the car behind Stan, "so the bus could go anywhere, right? ”

“Yes, anywhere you want to go, anywhere on land. You can't go under the water!” Stan seems a little skeptical, "didn't you just signal us to pull over? You stick out your wand, don't you? ”

“Yeah!” Harry said quickly, "Listen, how much does it cost to get to London Diagonal Lane? ”

“Eleven silver cico!” Stan said, "But you take your pet, you pay five more, and if you pay three more, you get chocolate, and if you pay one more, you get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, and you pick the color. ”

“Wait, this cat is not my pet!” Harry remembered his black cat on the shoulder, and he hurried to say to Stan, "One second before you came, I just met it. ”

“Really?” Stan doubts, "but it's up there, you know, black cats are a rare breed, if not your pet...”

Harry saw the black cat who had been lying on his shoulder and had climbed onto the Knight Bus and sat on a soft bed.

He had to quickly flip out his pocket and dump some silver coins in Stan's hand.

Then he and Stan lifted his suitcase, which was filled with Hedwig's cage, and they walked onto the Knight Bus.

“You sleep in this one!” Stan introduced Harry to the driver, then took him to the bed where Ivan was, took a big chunk of chocolate out of his pocket and handed it over, "Here's yours, I got some cat food for your pet, we got everything here. ”

He looked under a bed, took out a rice bowl and put it in front of Ivan, and he poured a bunch of cat food inside.

Ivan turned his head and couldn't help looking straight at himself. This idiot really thought of himself as a cat.

If I hadn't felt Sirius Black hadn't gone, Ivan wouldn't have chosen to get in this car with Harry, and Harry wouldn't have had anything to do with it anyway, so I could always go to Diagonal Alley to find him.

There are plenty of things waiting for him to do in the house, especially after Dobby can't find herself anymore, not knowing what to look like in a hurry.

Ivan, however, had no other choice but to take the after-effects of the Ecstasy. His current magic overdrafts were severe and he was expected to recover as soon as tomorrow morning.

If you don't want to be torn to pieces by Sirius Black during this time, stay with Harry and he won't be near Harry for the time being.

When the car started, it was another huge bang, and Harry had to fall into bed, and the speed of the Knight Bus threw him backwards, weighing Ivan down on the bed.

Ivan struggled to climb out and saw that Harry was not interested in eating his own chocolate, he leaped softly, containing the chocolate in his mouth, and with Harry and Stan's astonished gaze, he skillfully tore the chocolate wrapper apart and ate it. As for the pot of cat food, whoever loved it, he wouldn't touch it anyway.

He was exhausted tonight, chasing Sirius Black and consuming a lot of his energy, and he soon swallowed a whole chocolate.

“Neville, this cat is so well trained, my sister has a cat, but it does nothing but scratch the sheets.” Stan looked at Ivan with interest.

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

He lay flat on the bed, lifted the black cat high in front of his chest and watched carefully.

Ivan waved his claws powerlessly, useless at all.

He's clearly so abnormal, Harry, this dull guy, when will he recognize himself?

Harry unconsciously let go of his hand after a violent collision.

Ivan ran to his pillow and sat down, staring out the window, and the Knight Bus was always crashing into the sidewalk, but nothing hit him; a line of lamps, mailboxes and trash cans jumped out of the way as the car drove by, and when it passed, it returned to its original position.

Harry studied how Ivan became a black cat and regained his mind.

What happened tonight was strange enough, a strange bus that could jump a hundred miles forward at once, an incredible dog, and a black cat who was dying to follow him, and he didn't know what he was going to get next.

Immediately afterwards, his stomach tumbled and he thought of Aunt Maggie, wondering if the Desirees had managed to get her off the ceiling.