The hunchbacked old Tom, with his wrinkled face and toothless mouth, looked as evil as any of the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.
However, under the ugly appearance, there is a warm heart.
Old Tom personally took Anton to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, taught him how to call the 'Knight Bus', and waited with him for this magical car to appear in front of him with a bang.
He touched Anton's little head kindly, "Little wizard, I wish you good luck."
Anton pursed his lips and bowed to him, "Thank you, Mr. Tom."
In the two months since time travel, I followed the old wizard wandering in the chaotic land, and met some messy people, and there were really very few people who could show kindness to him.
Old Tom looked like an old grandma with a wrinkled mouth and a smile. He shook his hand and turned back to the bar.
The Knight Bus looks like a Muggle bus.
There are also wheels and big headlights. It is three stories high. From the window, there are no seats inside, just a bed with brass pillars, and there are candle holders next to the bed.
Looking back, you can still see a small air-dried head hanging in the cab of the car.
This kind of small head originated from the headhunting culture of South America. They hunted the head of the enemy and used the unique head shrinking technique to reduce the head to the size of a baby's head. This skill is very popular among British wizards, both black wizards and regular wizards like it.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want."
A handsome young man was standing on the armrest, wearing a uniform hat crookedly on his head, smiling brightly, "My name is Stan Sampak, today I am your conductor."
The smile was so contagious that Anton laughed too. "I'm going to..., wait a minute, let me take a look."
Stan the conductor said proudly, "Anywhere you want to go, as long as it's on land."
Anton took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Huh, France?"
Stan blinked, "French?"
Anton didn't expect that the goblin who could heal Lupine lived in France. He stared at Stan, "May I ask how much the fare is?"
Knight buses are not cheap.
In the original book, Harry spent eleven Sickles from Privet Drive to the Leaky Cauldron. According to the wonderful multi-base currency system in the British magic world, one gold galleon is equal to seventeen silver Sickles.
The conductor Stan was a little embarrassed, "It's not a matter of price, France, we may not be able to go."
Seeing Anton looking at him suspiciously, he couldn't help explaining, "The Knight Bus was an idea proposed by the British Minister of Magic, Duggard MacPhail, and there are still some wizards in the UK who stick to tradition to resist. They even Call it a 'Muggle insult'."
Anton frowned, and tightened the handle of the suitcase, "What do you mean?"
Stan chuckled. "The French wouldn't be that open. They're so rigid they didn't even have a proposal for buses."
He shrugged, "Can't go to France."
Anton looked back at the Leaky Cauldron suspiciously. It didn't make sense that Old Tom would lie to himself in this place.
He handed the piece of paper in his hand to the conductor, "Someone told me that you can take me to this place."
Stan looked carefully, "Aha, the small island between the two countries, you can go."
He smiled and handed the paper back to Anton, and helped carry the suitcase to the car, "You are lucky, little guy, we only operated on land."
The driver in the driver's seat turned his head,
This is an older wizard, wearing thick glasses, with a thick and well-groomed beard, "Some time ago, the wizards on these small islands protested, saying that the mainland is also an island, so why discriminate against them who are relatively small. He shrugged his shoulders with a funny face, "So we can only drive on the water."
Stan added, "After all, we promise we can't go underwater."
Then the two looked at each other inexplicably and smiled.
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched. Sometimes he felt that he was out of place with foreigners, and some of the jokes they told him were not funny to him.
He also doesn't know how to protest for the wizards in the small islands around Mao Britain, and then they can take themselves to the small islands in France?
Anyway, you can go.
The price of the fare was not as outrageous as imagined, fifteen silver Sickles.
"You sleep in this one." Stan whispered, leading him to an empty bed, helping to stuff the suitcase under the bed, and going back to sit in the armchair next to the driver.
Unlike the fan novels and movie clips that Anton had read before, the driver of this car did not have skilled driving skills, and could even be said to be very rusty.
With a bang, the car drove forward quickly with a strong sense of pushing back.
Rampage all the way.
Sometimes even bouncing forward.
Everything in the path jumped up and out of the way.
When the car drove past, these lampposts, letterboxes, trash cans, trees and even Muggle cars and pedestrians jumped back to their original positions.
This can almost be said to distort space.
Anton stared curiously at the various distorted images outside the car. Thanks to following the Frankenstein-like old wizard for two months, he didn't just stop in admiration for the abilities of many wizards.
Trying to figure out its principle, this is the only good influence of the old wizard's precepts and deeds.
Anton even saw a familiar place on the road.
A campsite for wandering wizards.
The car was still rushing by, everything was twisted, two black wizards with hoods and their faces were whispering in the corner, and they didn't notice the car passing by. Anton poked his face by the window and was only a slap away from them, and heard a few words clearly - "...leeches can be used to absorb potions..."
Cars sometimes make detours, and when they encounter some buildings that are obviously formal magic departments, they will detour around a curve.
"It's amazing!" Stan, the conductor, chuckled, obviously very proud.
Most adult wizards use apparition and broomsticks, and a large part of the customers they receive are ignorant little wizards. He likes to see the surprised expressions of little wizards the most, which makes him extra proud.
Anton's eyes sparkled, "Indeed, is this car using some kind of magic spell?"
Stan's face froze, obviously, the little wizard asked another question that he couldn't answer. He could only look mysterious, "This is an alchemy product from the Ministry of Magic, hehe, it's a secret!"
Anton nodded knowingly.
He thought in his heart, if this is a spell that can be mastered, and combined with a broomstick, wouldn't it be very convenient to go anywhere?
It can even reach the level of being elusive!
If you have the opportunity, you must figure it out and see if you have the opportunity to learn it!
Secretly write down this matter.
The car drove through the city, through the wilderness, and across the ocean, and finally came to a seemingly small island.
Very small to be exact, one tree, one cabin, almost takes up the whole island.
The car can only park half of its body on the water.
Stan helped to bring down the salute, "Then, goodbye, little guy, you can raise your wand if necessary, and the Knight Bus is always at your service!"
With a loud bang, the car sank into thin air and disappeared.