Chapter 826: Book Fan

"What are your names?"

The conductor suddenly stopped his words and asked.

Sean was about to answer, but Harry suddenly shook his head at him.

At this moment, Harry had ten thousand thoughts in his head.

No matter what, they had just used powerful magic, which meant they were almost going to be expelled from Hogwarts.

The only strange thing was, they had violated the "Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery" so seriously, why didn't a Ministry of Magic representative rush over to capture them?

Did Sean's "Grandfather's Wand" have such a great use?

Did changing a wand allow them to cast magic on Muggles?

Harry vaguely felt that wasn't the case.

He didn't dare to bet on whether the Ministry of Magic would come, so he thought that hiding his identity now definitely couldn't be a bad idea.

"My name is Nawei, Nawei Longbottom."

Harry said, and blinked hard at Sean.

"Okay, I'm called Justin now, Justin Finch-Fletchley."

Sean only spent a second guessing Harry's thoughts.

He didn't explain, because in a while, Minister for Magic Fudge would help explain.

"What do you mean—you're called that now?"

Conductor Stan asked relentlessly.

"It means I changed my name, don't you understand?"

Harry said without thinking, and then quickly got on the bus.

Looking closely, he found that Stan Shunpike wasn't much older than him, at most eighteen or nineteen, with a pair of large ears and a few pimples on his face.

"Then—then this bus,"

Harry quickly continued, hoping to divert Stan's attention,

"You said just now it can go anywhere?"

"That's right,"

Stan said proudly,

"You can go anywhere you want, as long as it's on land. It doesn't work underwater. By the way,"

A suspicious look appeared on his face again, and he said,

"You were the one who hailed us to stop just now, right? That Mr. Jia Siting, you stuck out your wand, right?"

"Yeah, it's Jia Siting...

Sean, you are Jia Siting now."

Harry immediately poked Sean; the young wizard had just sat down and taken out a book, seemingly not hearing Stan calling him.

Seeing Stan becoming suspicious again, Harry hurriedly continued:

"So, how much does it cost to go to London?"

"Eleven Sickles,"

Stan said in a businesslike manner,

"Pay fourteen and you can have chocolate, pay fifteen and you can get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, color of your choice."

Harry rummaged through his box, pulled out his money bag, and stuffed a few silver coins into Stan's hand.

He was just about to tell Sean he had paid for both of them when he saw a dozen silver Sickles float over.

"Thank you—here is your chocolate—"

Stan looked left and right, but didn't see anyone holding a wand.

Finally, he locked his gaze on the young wizard who was already quietly reading.

The moment he looked at Stan, the chocolate in Stan's hand floated over.

"Wandless magic—I've never learned this—I knew the professor must have kept a trick up his sleeve!"

Stan shouted.

"Yeah, that's Sean."

Harry looked honored.

"Wait, you mean... isn't he called Jia Siting?"

Stan suddenly stared at Harry.

Harry felt like he had been splashed with a bucket of cold water, but Stan's attention didn't seem to be focused on the name Jia Siting.

"Sean, you just said Sean, right? Mr. Sean Green, that Mr. Green?

The Mr. Green who wrote the seven categories of Green Notes, including "Green Notes: History of Magic," "History of Magical Positions," and "Green Notes: Standard Spells"?"

Stan asked eagerly.

"Are there that many? Ah, I mean yes."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and muttered.

"Mr. Green! Merlin, it's such an honor to meet you!

I didn't expect, you are really too young!

—Oh, I like your "Green Notes: Standard Spells" the most. I learned sixteen spells from it!"

Stan exclaimed and rushed onto the bus. Harry looked at his back, silently picked up his box, and boarded the bus, with Hedwig's birdcage placed on top of the box.

There were no seats on the bus; by the curtained windows, there were six or seven brass-framed beds.

Candles were lit on the brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wooden walls of the bus.

Near the back of the bus, a small wizard wearing a nightcap muttered:

"Thank you, not now, I'm pickling some slugs."

And turned over in his sleep.

Harry didn't know where he should sit, so he could only walk toward Stan, who was talking excitedly, and Sean, who was listening with interest.

"You unified the gestures and pronunciations of spells; I mean, you have no idea how many strange pronunciations we have.

Your notes made comparative experiments on these strange pronunciations and gestures, right!

That's what you said in the book, right, comparative experiments?"

Stan chattered on.

"Excuse me—"

Harry wanted to sit down.

"Don't bother me, you sleep in this bed."

Stan arranged Harry quickly.

Harry could only sigh and then obediently walk toward the bed.

"Ah, that's the comparative experiment, I still remember, you also distinguished the progress of spells.

To tell you the truth, I learned ten 【Proficient】 level spells!

This is something I have never experienced at Hogwarts...

You can't imagine, a stupid wizard who could only be a conductor after graduation could have such achievements in just six months—

That's exactly why I made up my mind to apply for a waiter job at Green's Bookstore—I heard your shopkeeper wizard is a very good person..."

As Stan spoke, his eyes actually moistened,

"I really don't know how to thank you... no one has ever taught me these things; I thought the Wizarding World only cared about those talented wizards."

His words instead made Sean feel a bit stunned and at a loss:

"Do you remember the preface of "Green Notes: Standard Spells"?"

Sean said.

"How could I forget—Dedicated to everyone who harbors magic, the door of magic opens for every wizard who believes in it."

Stan said, sobbing.

"Having a wizard like you read those notes, I think it has found its home."

Sean said.

With this, Stan's eyes turned completely red.

"Oh, Sean is always like this."

Harry looked at them and pushed his box under the bed behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel.

"Hello, kid. I'm the driver, Ernie Prang."

Ernie Prang nodded at Harry.

He was an elderly wizard wearing thick glasses.

"Drive, Ernie."

The voice came from Sean's side; Stan, who was covering his face, said, sitting in the armchair beside Ernie.

Another deafening bang, and immediately Harry found himself lying flat on the bed. ===== CHAPTER 827 =====