Hagrid turned to him, and he opened his mouth, but closed it. It looked like he had trouble collecting his thoughts. Luckily for Hagrid, Stan Shunpike, a little to ecstatic for Harry’s likes, grabbed his hand and shook it, the words "thank you’ and "leaky cauldron’ interjected in the confused haze which followed. Harry decided to stay silent, only nodding in affirmation when Stan said that the ride was free for him. When he and Hagrid sat down, a deep rumbling startled harry slightly, followed by little tremors. Hagrid seem unfazed though, and grabbed a newspaper, which read "The Daily Prophet’. Hagrid suddenly looked up to him and said, "Yeh migh’ wan’ teh hold-," before Hagrid can finish the sentence, an identical bang sliced through the air, and he felt his admittedly small body being glued to the edge of the seat. His head got thrashed around Harry started fearing for concussions. Nausea overwhelmed his stomach and as suddenly as it came the bus stopped, crashing Harry to the other side of the seat. This happened a few more times and at the end of the last stop Harry grabbed a small paper bag (which they reasonably provided) and belched. Repeatedly. Embarrassingly, Hagrid patted his back comfortingly and looking around; he inconspicuously grabbed his umbrella before vanishing the bag, with its contents, when he saw the coast was clear.