Ivan tried his best to make himself lie down more comfortably, he half-closed his eyes, and saw Stanser giving Harry a copy of the "Daily Prophet". The front page featured a huge photo of Sirius Black, his sunken face, his long, matted hair, and his skin sallow and stenciled.
"He looks scary, doesn't he?" Stan carefully observed the expression on Harry's face, "It's been all about him lately, Sirius Black is considered the most notorious prisoner who ever stayed in Azkaban Castle of."
"Has he killed thirteen people?" whispered Harry. "With a single spell?"
"That's right! In front of witnesses, in broad daylight, it caused a lot of trouble!" Stan leaned over and said in a low voice, "Blake is trying his best to support the mysterious man, and he has a very close relationship with the mysterious man .You know, when little Harry Potter was about to be killed by the mysterious man... "
Ivan saw Harry pulling down the hair on his forehead uneasily.
"All the supporters of You-Know-Who have been hunted down. These people know that since You-Know-Who has escaped, they are finished, so they are all honest, except for Sirius Black. He is the most loyal supporter of You-Know-Who , I heard that he thinks You-Know-Who will come to power one day, so he's number two."
"Anyway, they cornered Black in the street, which was still full of Muggles, and Black took out his wand and blew up half the street, a wizard was killed, and a dozen Muggles died. Dead. Terrible, isn't it? Do you know what Black does next?" Stan whispers exaggeratedly.
"What?" Harry asked nervously.
"Laughing!" said Stan. "Just standing there laughing, and when the Ministry reinforcements arrived, he followed them quietly, laughing all the way."
"Is he crazy?"
"If he wasn't crazy when he got to Azkaban, he should be by now," Stan whispered. "Neville, you know Azkaban, no one can stay in it for that long. But, he is now Come out, no one has ever escaped from Azkaban before, has they? The guards there can't resist, can they?"
Harry nodded uneasily, and Stan beside him also turned pale, as if frightened by what he said.
Ivan looked at them speechlessly. If these two guys realized that they had just passed Sirius Black, would they faint from fright.
After that, no one spoke.
Harry lay restless and miserable on his feather bed as the Knight Bus drove through the darkness, brushing away shrubs, bollards, telephone booths and trees along the way.
Ivan stretched out his paws and rubbed Harry's hair. Harry seemed to want to hug him, so he hurriedly jumped aside to avoid it.
The sky outside the car window was brighter than before, and Ivan saw a dilapidated small bar appearing in front, and the Knight Bus taxied to a stop.
Ivan jumped on Harry's shoulders, they got out, Stan set Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage on the pavement, and the Knight Bus drove away.
"Okay, next we will go to Gringotts..." Harry stopped abruptly, looking ahead in surprise.
"There you are, Harry!" In the darkness, a figure suddenly came out of the low, dark foyer of the Leaky Cauldron. It was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Harry was secretly nervous. He dragged a heavy suitcase and was led into the bar by Fudge. A man with a bent back and a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar.
This is Tom, the wrinkled, toothless proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron.
"You've found him, Minister!" Tom bowed. "What would you like to drink, beer or brandy?"
"Have a pot of tea." Looking haggard, Fudge pointed to a chair by the fire and said to Harry, "Sit down, Harry."
Harry sat down, and even though the fire was very hot, Ivan could still feel his body trembling slightly, as if he was very nervous.
Fudge took off his green pinstriped robe, threw it aside, then hastily pulled up the trousers of his dark green suit and sat down across from Harry.
"We just met three months ago, Harry! I'm Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic."
Fudge said quickly, casting a strange glance at the black cat lying on Harry's shoulder.
Harry nodded stiffly, he couldn't believe that he was caught by the Minister of Magic himself. Three months ago, the other party had just awarded special contribution awards to himself, Ivan, Hermione, and Ron. Is he going to fire him now? !
He hadn't said anything when Tom, the barman, reappeared with tea and toast on a tray.
He placed the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, and left the booth, closing the door behind him.
"Well, Harry!" said Fudge, pouring out the tea, "I'm not afraid you know, you've got us all in a panic, running out of your aunt and uncle's like that! I thought . . . .. But luckily you're okay, that's all that matters."
Fudge buttered his own scone and pushed the plate towards Harry.
"Come on, Harry, you look lifeless. You'll be glad to hear how we resolved the unfortunate blow-up of Miss Maggie, a few hours ago, when two members of the Incident Reversal Department were ordered to Arrived at Privet Drive. Miss Maggie recovered and her memory was adjusted. She doesn't remember the incident, it was what it was, no harm was done."
Ai Wen lightly jumped onto the long table and brought himself a piece of baked bread.
He saw Fudge smiling at Harry over the rim of his teacup, like an uncle looking at a beloved nephew. Across the table, Harry couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but couldn't think of what to say, so he closed his mouth.
"Ah, you're worried about your aunt and uncle's reaction?" said Fudge. "Well, I don't deny that they're extremely angry. Harry, but as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, They're going to let you go back next summer."
"I'll spend Christmas and Easter at Hogwarts forever." Harry felt his throat no longer constricted. "I don't want to go back to Privet Drive."
"Here, here, after you calm down, I'm sure you won't think so!" Fudge said with a worried tone, "They are your family after all, and I'm sure you love each other deep down .”
Harry didn't want to correct Fudge, he was still waiting to hear what to do with him.
"The remaining question now is, where do you spend the remaining two weeks?"
"I think I can go to my classmate Alvin's house, he has invited me many times." Harry said uncertainly.
"You're talking about Evan Mason, right? That kid is really good. He helped us a lot with the Chamber of Secrets matter. Thanks to the article he wrote, people corrected their misconceptions about the Ministry of Magic." Fudge said in Butter the second scone, "though he won't be of much help this time, since the man... … In fact, I suggest you take a room at the Leaky Cauldron and stay until Summer vacation is over."