Chapter Three
'Harry, are you alright?', Stan Shunpike asked him.
'Yes', he answered. 659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkNpXENbvhR
'Eleven sickles', Stan said.
Harry paid him fifteen sickles.
He had hot chocolate, a bed, and his bag.
'London, please', he said.
'Fine', Stan said.
Other wizards, and witches, were eating Cauldron cakes, and having hot chocolates. Stan drove past the city of London. Harry sat down. Hannah Abbott, the Hufflepuff student, was smiling at him.
'Where's Neville?', she asked Harry.
'He's at his Aunt's house, Hannah. Do you want to meet him?'.
'Yes, Harry. I'd like that', she said.
'Why did you leave home...again?'.
'I was frustrated by living with Muggles, Hannah'.
'Oh, I see. And how about Ginny Weasley?'.
'She's fine. She is friends with Luna Lovegood'.
'Well, let's sleep. Tomorrow morning we'll be in London. Good night, Harry'.
'Good night, Hannah'.
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