Harry also asked Morris why he was in the car.
He remembered that Morris should be living in an orphanage.
Did they do something wrong that led them to run away from home?
"I was just at the shipyard nearby," Morris replied, "Looking for inspiration."
"What inspiration?" Harry asked curiously.
"I'm building a ship," Morris said, leaning against the headboard. "Perhaps after it's finished, I can give you a tour."
Harry didn't understand why the other person wanted to build a ship.
But if it's Morris...
Yes, that's normal.
This guy's ideas are always unconventional.
During the bus ride, Stan strolled over and chatted with the two of them.
He leaned casually against the window, nodding his chin at Harry. " Neville, what do you think of this car?"
Neville?
Morris paused for a moment, then instinctively looked around.
Where is that silly, chubby little boy?
"Very good," Harry replied, patting Morris lightly on the shoulder and explaining quickly in a very low voice, "I didn't want to reveal my name, so I used Neville's."
Morris felt it wasn't appropriate to use someone else's name casually.
"This must be your first time riding the Knight Bus," Stan said excitedly. "No matter where you are in this country, just raise your wand and we'll be there in ten minutes."
He said with pride, "We got new beds last year, a heater, and hot chocolate all day."
"But it's summer now," Morris interjected. "An iced cola might be more appropriate."
"Cola, what's that?" Stan tilted his head curiously.
" Muggle drink," Morris said, "Pretty good."
He took two cans out of his briefcase and handed them over.
Harry took it, his expression subtle. "What's in your box?"
Morris said vaguely, "Everything I can think of is in there."
Sipping his happiness-inducing beverage, Stan started chattering away again.
"Last week we passed through Aberdeen, where there were several ghost ships moored on the beach. I don't know what they were doing there, but it certainly wasn't anything good..."
It must be said that Stan is extremely talkative.
Perhaps this is an essential skill for ticket sellers.
"Oh, right," Stan finished his Coke, tossed the can into the nearby trash can, and turned to Morris, saying, "Sir, you've ridden the Knight Bus so many times, but I still don't know your name."
Morris Black.
" Black!" Stan suddenly exclaimed, his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.
"Uh," Morris said instinctively, seeing the other person's strong reaction, "What's the problem?"
Stan frantically pulled a crumpled newspaper from his uniform and said in a low voice, "Don't you know? Sirius Black blew up a street and killed a dozen people. He's a wanted criminal."
Morris has been incredibly busy lately and hasn't had time to read the newspaper at all.
He took the newspaper from Stan and glanced at it casually.
Sirius Black, the most notorious criminal to have escaped from Azkaban, is still at large...
Morris sighed.
Black, that's quite a troublesome surname.
"I have nothing to do with that Black, Stan. I'm from the Muggle side," he explained helplessly.
"I guessed so," Stan suddenly chuckled. " The Black family clan is down to just that criminal, Sirius Black."
Harry leaned closer to Morris and looked at the newspaper in his hand.
There is a high-resolution image above, showing a man with a haggard face.
His eyes were sunken and lifeless, and his skin had a sickly white hue.
"It looks terrible," Harry said softly.
"Indeed," Stan agreed, leaning forward mysteriously, "You probably don't know that Sirius Black is a loyal follower of the You-Know-Who, do you?"
" Voldemort?" Harry blurted out almost immediately.
Stan looked around in alarm and waved his hands frantically. "Don't say that name!"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Harry then remembered that most people in the Wizarding World would have a stress reaction upon hearing the word " Voldemort ".
He glanced at the composed Morris beside him—an exception.
Stan clutched his chest. " Merlin's beard, you scared me!"
Morris, observing the other's exaggerated reaction, pondered, "Is the name Voldemort really that terrifying?"
Stan's face turned pale again. "I'm begging you, sir, please don't mention that name!"
Morris suddenly wanted to take a test.
" Voldemort," he repeated tentatively.
"Stop talking!" Stan was still afraid.
Voldemort.
"Don't do it again."
Voldemort.
What exactly do you want?
Voldemort.
Stan was terrified and trembled all over.
"The train is almost at its stop, I have to go to work... Goodbye, you two."
Before he finished speaking, he had already run back to the driver's seat.
Upon seeing this, Morris gently shook his head.
How could a mere name possess such magic?
From this perspective, Tom certainly achieved his goal of "making people tremble at the mere mention of his name."
Harry didn't know what to say, and finally blurted out, "You scared him pretty badly."
"Hmm." Morris closed his eyes to rest.
Shortly after, the Knight Bus stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
"I need to rent a room here," Harry said to Morris after getting out of the car. "Hopefully they won't find out I used magic on Muggle."
Morris glanced at him. "You're worried about this?"
Harry nodded.
"Don't worry," Morris said, " the Ministry of Magic won't do anything to you."
"Why?" Harry couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with anxiety. "I did break the law."
"Because you're Harry Potter," Morris shrugged, " The Chosen One. Just that title alone makes it impossible for them to actually punish you."
"I don't want that title," Harry sighed.
"That's not up to you."
The two walked into the Leaky Cauldron as they talked.
"Ah, we've finally arrived."
A voice came from the side.
Harry turned and saw a short man stride towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry."
Fudge's tone was very friendly.
But Harry froze.
The Minister of Ministry of Magic is here.
It's quite clear that what he did has most likely been exposed.
Fudge then turned to the side, a friendly smile on his face, "And you, Morris, how was your summer vacation?"
Morris nodded and shook his hand politely. "Very fulfilling, sir."