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He
looked
down
at
his
wand
,
which
he
was
still
clutching
in
his
hand
.
If
he
was
already
expelled
(
his
heart
was
.
now
thumping
painfully
fast
)
,
a
bit
more
magic
could
n't
hurt
.
He
had
the
Invisibility
Cloak
he
had
inherited
from
his
father
--
what
if
he
bewitched
the
trunk
to
make
it
feather-light
,
tied
it
to
his
broomstick
,
covered
himself
in
the
cloak
,
and
flew
to
London
?
Then
he
could
get
the
rest
of
his
money
out
of
his
vault
and
...
begin
his
life
as
an
outcast
.
It
was
a
horrible
prospect
,
but
he
could
n't
sit
on
this
wall
forever
,
or
he
'd
find
himself
trying
to
explain
to
Muggle
police
why
he
was
out
in
the
dead
of
night
with
a
trunk
full
of
spell
books
and
a
broomstick
.
Harry
opened
his
trunk
again
and
pushed
the
contents
aside
,
looking
for
the
Invisibility
Cloak
--
but
before
he
had
found
it
,
he
straightened
up
suddenly
,
looking
around
him
once
more
.
A
funny
prickling
on
the
back
of
his
neck
had
made
Harry
feel
he
was
being
watched
,
but
the
street
appeared
to
be
deserted
,
and
no
lights
shone
from
any
of
the
large
square
houses
.
He
bent
over
his
trunk
again
,
but
almost
immediately
stood
up
once
more
,
his
hand
clenched
on
his
wand
.
He
had
sensed
rather
than
heard
it
:
someone
or
something
was
standing
in
the
narrow
gap
between
the
garage
and
the
fence
behind
him
.
Harry
squinted
at
the
black
alleyway
.
If
only
it
would
move
,
then
he
'd
know
whether
it
was
just
a
stray
cat
or
--
something
else
.
"
Lumos
,
"
Harry
muttered
,
and
a
light
appeared
at
the
end
of
his
wand
,
almost
dazzling
him
.
He
held
it
high
over
his
head
,
and
the
pebble-dashed
walls
of
number
two
suddenly
sparkled
;
the
garage
door
gleamed
,
and
between
them
Harry
saw
,
quite
distinctly
,
the
hulking
outline
of
something
very
big
,
with
wide
,
gleaming
eyes
.
Harry
stepped
backward
.
His
legs
hit
his
trunk
and
he
tripped
.
His
wand
flew
out
of
his
hand
as
he
flung
out
an
arm
to
break
his
fall
,
and
he
landed
,
hard
,
in
the
gutter
.
There
was
a
deafening
BANG
,
and
Harry
threw
up
his
hands
to
shield
his
eyes
against
a
sudden
blinding
light
...
With
a
yell
,
he
rolled
back
onto
the
pavement
,
just
in
time
.
A
second
later
,
a
gigantic
pair
of
wheels
and
headlights
screeched
to
a
halt
exactly
where
Harry
had
just
been
lying
.
They
belonged
,
as
Harry
saw
when
he
raised
his
head
,
to
a
triple-decker
,
violently
purple
bus
,
which
had
appeared
out
of
thin
air
.
Gold
lettering
over
the
windshield
spelled
The
Knight
Bus
.
For
a
split
second
,
Harry
wondered
if
he
had
been
knocked
silly
by
his
fall
.
Then
a
conductor
in
a
purple
uniform
leapt
out
of
the
bus
and
began
to
speak
loudly
to
the
night
.
"
Welcome
to
the
Knight
Bus
,
emergency
transport
for
the
stranded
witch
or
wizard
.
just
stick
out
your
wand
hand
,
step
on
board
,
and
we
can
take
you
anywhere
you
want
to
go
.
My
name
is
Stan
Shunpike
,
and
I
will
be
your
conductor
this
eve
--
"
