The view from the third floor of the Knight Bus was quite impressive.
With his back leaning on the side of the seat, Jon could see the bus passing through a muggle city thanks to the window on his side.
The magic bus was modified to travel incredibly fast, and the way it moved forward was very unique, rather than rolling forward on four wheels, it was more like jumping forward, which also caused its forward movent to be unusually bumpy.
The houses in front of the bus, before the bus hit them, they have moved from the route to the sides, and then after the bus departure, they returned to the original position, but it did not attract the attention of the roadside muggle pedestrians and people in the houses, seems very magical.
When the bus was passing between these houses, the nearest Jon could even hear, through a window, the sound of two boys plotting to steal the grapes from the neighbour's vine.
This sensation was novel, a bit like Jon's previous view from the driver's seat of the wagon, watching Hagrid driving the Hogwarts wagon, but with a very distinct twist.
"I went to see Professor Potter the day after I got back, intending to return the invisibility cloak to her, but she didn't accept it." Jon talked to Dumbledore about what happened when he returned the cloak of invisibility, "She said it would be in my custody for now, and if she needed it, she would ask for it back from ."
Dumbledore settled comfortably on the bed-like seat as well, as if he really had brought Jon out on just an ordinary trip this ti.
"That thing ans soone from her past that she misses, but it's incredibly painful for her to rember, and it's a good thing you're holding this cloak of invisibility for her."
Jon quickly changed the subject to sothing else, and he turned his head to Dumbledore.
"Professor, even if we are going to travel without Apparate directly to France, why do we have to go through the official channel of the Ministry of Magic? Wouldn't that carry the risk of exposure?"
"If we leave the country privately, that would only be more risky." Dumbledore explained softly, "Of course, the Order of the Phoenix has mastered a thod to create an independent and secure temporary Floo Network, and also has a number of Portkeys for various parts of Europe, which we can use if we really want to bypass the restrictions."
"But the Ministry of Magic, under the control of the Dark Lord, has been tightly restricting the managent of the entry and exit of British wizards for the past two years, and that branch of the Floo Network Authority in Wales is a new departnt that was set up only two years ago. I'm interested to see exactly what kind of preparations are required if two half-blood wizards with clear backgrounds and legitimate reasons for leaving Britain want to leave."
Jon could tell that Dumbledore really didn't try to cover it up, he truly wanted to learn about these things first-hand, but there must be a deeper reason why he wanted to find out about the departure procedures required for British wizards, which he didn't specify, and Jon didn't choose to ask.
His answer, however, reminded Jon of another question that he had been trying to understand since he was first boarded on the wagon, and he asked curiously.
"Well, why are we still stuck travelling around Britain on the wagon, Professor Dumbledore? I don't think this kind of reign that the Dark Lord is exercising on the British magical community would be acceptable in every magical governnt out there, would it? Why don't we just leave Britain and go to a country that can accept the new Hogwarts, won't it be safer?"
Dumbledore shook his head with a dull look on his face.
"No, it's not as simple as you think, the wagon we live in now is not just a mobile school, it actually kind of inherited the Hogwarts castle eight years ago when it still hadn't been conquered, has a very particular sense to this land. This causes its wheels to only ever turn on the British land, without the ability to reach the land outside the Isle of Great Britain."
When he said this, as if he thought of sothing, his eyes beca a little deeper.
"Of course, nothing is absolute, what our future destination ultimately, no one can tell now."
Just as Jon was pondering over the words he said, the Knight Bus suddenly stopped.
They had dropped off the curly-haired male wizard on the lower level in Devon and were on their way to Scotland to send that Lady Viera to her husband to quarrel, and the roadside where they stopped now is a deserted suburb, and there was no sign of any wizard raising a wand to beckon the bus.
Jon tried to sit up suspiciously from the bed-like seat when a cold, icy, hopelessness accompanied by deadly silence suddenly enveloped the whole bus!
Dumbledore, who was lying calmly, could not help but frown slightly, he shrunk his hand into the sleeve of his robe, and when that hand ca out again, an Applewood wand that looked ordinary in appearance had appeared in his hand.
The aura of stillness and despair grew stronger and stronger and even made Jon subconsciously pull the quilt over to wrap his body.
And just two seconds later, he saw a creature shrouded in a grey cloak that looked like it had been soaked in water, with an incomparably tall figure, and emanating a wave of despair from the depths of its soul.
Dentor!
The dark creature unique to the British magical world that feeds on the good and happy emotions within people's hearts, thus spreading nothing but despair, and has no weaknesses other than its fear of the Patronus Charm, and it is impossible to wipe them out.
Dentors have existed in Azkaban since long before the island beca a wizard-only prison.
As the British Ministry of Magic did not have any solution to deal with these monsters, soon one of the forr ministers decided to find a different way to tranquillize these positive emotion-sucking monsters.
Then the island of Azkaban beca a prison, and the dentors living there were used as jailers. Wizard prisoners who committed major cris would be imprisoned here and beco a food source for the dentors, to pacify the monsters and prevent them from going to the British Isles to cause disturbances.
This asure has been used by the Ministry of Magic to this day, but the implentation of this process has always remained controversial, because the key is that the Dentors are the purest form of evil, the Ministry of Magic and their relationship, indeed, a case of a loss of moral justness.
And now Voldemort's governnt certainly does not have such concerns, so under his command, the current Ministry of Magic has beco the governnt which has the most in-depth communication with the dentors.
So much so that they are now allowed to co directly to the British territory to search for escaped prisoners.
"The one you are looking for is not with us."
At the first sight of the dentor, Dumbledore said in a calm and emphasized tone.
But the dentor does not seem to listen to his words, it slowly floated forward, and the cold and despairing atmosphere is getting thicker and thicker, which nearly overwheld Jon enough to gasp for breath.
And at that point, the tip of Dumbledore's wand flashed with a silver ray, he used a tone of voice that didn't sound half threatening and slowly spoke.
"I advise you. It's best to leave now."
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