Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After a few heartbeats, Draco finally left the mansion. When he stood on the side of the street, he was relieved, but after a while he secretly silenced.

Since when, even going out can make him feel like a big war? You know, that's his door!

Draco suddenly felt that since he had enrolled in Hogwarts, there had never been a time for him.

From the beginning, the boy Potter confronted him. He was obviously a star in the magic world. He didn't make friends with his Master Malfoy? Then it was that McLean ... forget it, that guy couldn't afford it from the beginning, let alone now ...

But for now, he had to be cautious even in his own home, for fear that he would offend the "noble guest" without paying attention.

His Malfoy family is the glory of pure blood, and there have been a lot of famous wizards in his ancestors.

However, Draco thought about it, but finally sighed.

The so-called family misfortune is often the child's ripening agent. With age and various changes, he also has to become more mature. Although he would still be proud of his family and surname, Draco Malfoy, but after learning how to judge the situation several times, he finally understood the reason that the situation is stronger than others.

At first, it was Lucius, the father who made him a low-key life; 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 lower his head.

After a while on the street, Draco pulled out his wand and waved on the street. After a while, I saw that the two houses across the street seemed to be alive and twisted their way to make way, and then a purple three-story bus rushed straight down the road like a gallop.

Accompanied by the sour "creak", the bus moved from extreme to quiet, and steadily stopped beside Draco, but actually ran across the road directly.

"Wow--"

A young conductor opened the door violently, leaned leaning against the door, and inadvertently read the set of lines prescribed by the boss.

"Welcome to the Knights Bus. We have launched this emergency passenger service for male and female wizards in distress. All you need to do is reach out to the wand and we will ..."

This is the first time Draco has been sitting on this gadget. He casually surveyed the two cars, but didn't care what the conductor said. Before he could finish speaking, he wanted to pull away the conductor and walk into the car.

But as soon as he reached out, he flinched back.

Yes, Master Malfoy's temper did not change much, but the cruel reality taught him to think more about his words and deeds. Even if you really look down on the conductor, but sometimes you don't need to worry about these people?

Fortunately, probably because the lines have been read too many times, the clerk's mouth has been sharpened. He didn't even pause for a long line, and he finished it in one breath.

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

After the other side stepped away, Draco walked up the suitcase, said "Hogsmeade Village", and looked curiously deep into the compartment.

Seeing this, he frowned instantly.

Although this car is modeled after Muggle buses and operated, naturally there are no Muggle-style rows of seats inside. It's daytime. There are no brass-posted beds in the carriages. Instead, they are a mess of chairs.

Theoretically, a typical pure-blooded family wizard like Draco is unwilling to ride a knight bus. They always felt that the appearance of Muggle-like things in the magic world was an insult, not to mention sitting on it. In normal times, he would travel in his own night carriage.

But now, he had to rely on this stuff to go to Hogsmeade, which made him feel a bit ridiculous. In particular, everything looks dirty in this compartment!

Of course, the conductor was not clear about Draco's inner thoughts. When he saw someone getting on the car, he "cracked" and dragged it to the door again. Perhaps it was because Draco's clothes showed a good identity, he obviously showed some intentional knotting.

"Oh, Hogsmeade Village? Yeah! There have been a lot of people there recently, like a trend, um ... Mr. Dumbledore's funeral!" The conductor raised an eyebrow, and the words were full of worldliness "But it's a bit far from Hogsmeade to get here. This is a lot of money ... Hey, you can see that you are from a big family. This money is nothing to you at all. I'm talking a lot ... "

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

"Two golden gallons plus nine silver scorches ... but this has driven the whole of Britain! It's a bit far ... really ..."

Seeing the other party lingering endlessly, Draco said nothing, took three gallons and threw it in front of the other party. The conductor was stricken with eyes and caught it with both hands.

"No need to find it!" He said casually.

The Malfoy family might not have had it, but Jingalong had to be more. Their ancestors and grandfathers have been masters at collecting money. The savings of past generations are enough for generations to eat and drink, not to mention that there are a large number of family industries that are constantly earning more Jinjialong for them.

Not to mention, the funds donated to Hogwarts every year alone can make most wizard families look dumbfounded.

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

When Draco had just sat down on a reclining chair that seemed barely acceptable, he hadn't waited for him to settle, but he heard the conductor yell loudly in front of the carriage.

"Eun, it's off!"

The voice didn't fall, and as the driver Erne yanked the gearshift lever, the whole car immediately rushed forward like a detached Mustang. For a while, the car was turned upside down.

Draco felt as if he had been dragged by the back of the chair, sliding uncontrollably towards the back, and then slamming into a mess with 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 he was thrown to the right side of the car with a chair in a blink of an eye, and a face was already tightly against the solid window glass.

Fortunately, there seemed to be some magic in the compartment of the Cavaliers bus, which slammed into it, but did not hit his handsome face in any way.

"Damn, I'm really curious ... I won't do this broken car again! Never!" Draco looked at the dazzling scene of the rapid flow outside the car window, but he was remorseless.

This Cavaliers bus is extremely fast, with only two gears from beginning to end-the first is forward and the second is the brakes. Although it is indeed a reference to Muggles' buses, it is really difficult for them to design their cars in accordance with the rules of the Muggle world.

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

Not long after, when the driver pulled down the gearshift lever again, as the bus's speed suddenly dropped to zero, Malfoy swooped forward.

He soon heard that the conductor opened the car door again, leaning against the door, and muttered aloud his lines.

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

Before the conductor had finished reading his lines, another voice sounded. Draco felt a little familiar, and when he cared, he set aside his anger for a while, stood up, and looked forward.

"Is Lombardin's stupid guy?" His eyes crossed the conductor, www.ltnovel.com, and he immediately recognized who the caller was.

The chubby dude in the past has now become a silly big man, which has to be said to be a wonderful change. To be honest, the cowardly boy who lacks a string in his head is getting longer and more human-like ... although he is not half as handsome as Draco Malfoy!

"Going to Hogsmeade from here, a gold gallon plus seven silver sic, not one less." The conductor said loudly, "Don't look at me like this, this is our boss's price, I can No Lord! "

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

The two of them murmured for a while, before Neville pouted and moved himself into the car silently.

Although the Long Barton family was once a large pure blood family, there have been glorious generations in the past, but now the family is supported by grandma. The previous generations of ancestors did not run the Longbatton family well, let alone make money, but they lost a lot.

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

As soon as he walked into the carriage, Neville saw Draco's figure at a glance, and he flinched, but his two opposite expressions of timidity and anger appeared on his face.

He remembered that the bitterness of Draco's slander of his parents was the most hated thing in his life.

Draco, on the other hand, just glanced at Neville casually, as if he hadn't seen him at all, and sat down after pulling another chair. This time he was sitting by the handrail in the carriage, and he could reach it with a stretch of his hand-he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Longbottom!

When the conductor yelled at the driver again, Draco quickly hugged the post around him, then looked at Neville with a subtle look on his face.