After several hours of jolting travel, Anduin stepped off the steam train and, as usual, said goodbye to Vivian and Charles before taking out Augusta's letter to examine it.
"Ottery St Catchpole? I should take the Knight Bus." Anduin looked at the address in the letter and made his decision after some thought.
After leaving the train station, Anduin found a street with hardly anyone around and raised his wand.
Before long, a purple triple-decker bus screeched to a halt in front of Anduin with violent force.
Anduin looked at the massive vehicle before him and guessed that this journey would not be very comfortable.
In Ottery St Catchpole, Anduin had just gotten off the bus and swayed unsteadily. It took him a while to regain his balance.
The trip had thoroughly tossed him around. The bus had practically charged and careened all the way there, then slammed on the brakes violently at every stop. Anduin was almost impressed by the conductor—how could he spend all day on that thing without throwing up?
Following the Longbottom house address, Anduin quickly found the place.
"Anduin, I've finally been waiting for you. It's been half a year since we last saw each other at Christmas, hasn't it? Look at you, your hair has grown so long." Augusta wore an apron and held a ladle in one hand as she smiled at Anduin standing in the doorway.
Anduin had not cut his hair at all during this one school year. It now fell to his shoulders, and aside from being jet-black, it was styled much like Sirius's.
"I should be the one thanking you for the invitation. I haven't been able to contact Sirius or the Potter couple. If you hadn't taken me in, I would have had to make do at the