The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

The old wizard never stayed in one place for too long. This log cabin originally belonged to a reclusive lumberjack.

With a spell from the old wizard, it quickly collapsed.

"Quack quack." The old wizard smiled unscrupulously, "Let's go."

Anton pouted. He didn't plan to come back in the future, and there was no need to demolish the house. He was a natural villain.

He dragged the huge suitcase behind him with great effort. The brown leather suitcase looked a little worn, and its size was larger than his young physique.

A traceless stretching spell was released in the box, which contained all the research materials and belongings of the old wizard, as well as an iron cage for the werewolf.

The box is not heavy, but Anton was hanged in mid-air before, and his wrist was in tear-like pain, so he could only take one step and stop.

The old wizard glanced back at him with a frown, and finally waved his wand.

"The power is multiplied!"

Anton only felt that his heart was thumping violently, and he could even feel the thumping and thumping of a blood vessel behind his ear.

His body felt icy cold, and the box in his hand suddenly fluttered like a box of biscuits.

As for the pain at the wrist, it was only treated a little bit.

"Since you can move it, hurry up!" The old wizard was a little impatient, and Anton quickly followed.

He walked behind him, frowning at the back of the old wizard and pondering. According to the Harry Potter he had seen, the old wizard had a lot of options to release the spell just now.

For example, "heal as ever", heal his wrist, or use a floating spell to make the box float.

Then, why not?

Anton has a bold guess. Could it be that this savage wizard has not been taught by the academic school and does not know how to release these two spells?

This is so interesting.

He decided to keep watching.

Let's see if this wizard is a wild way, and if so, can it be explained-he doesn't know the most profound magic without wands?

He didn't dare to be arbitrary, and kept reminding himself to be more cautious.

He has only one chance. If the old wizard finds out that he is going to resist, he will definitely kill him on the spot.

After walking a mile of mountain road, I finally came to a wide concrete road.

Soon, a retro-looking emerald green sedan stopped in front of him, and after a while, set off again.

Speeding along the road, he finally stopped in front of a large bookstore on Charing Cross Road in Westminster, London.

The owner of the car looked around with a puzzled face, and picked up his mobile phone in a panic as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Hey, dear, I didn't mean to be late. I encountered a miraculous thing. I actually returned to the city. No, no, I haven't set off yet. Listen to my explanation, dear? Hello?"

Beside him, the old wizard pushed open the car door and walked out. Anton lifted the trunk of the car and followed behind with the suitcase.

The two walked quietly towards a dilapidated small bar next to the bookstore.

The fancy clothes on his body didn't attract anyone's attention, and even a middle-aged man on the phone almost ran into Anton head-on.

It was as if no one saw him at all.

Leaky Cauldron Bar, these words are written on the shabby signboard.

The old wizard was not here for consumption. He ignored the greeting from the tavern owner Tom, went straight to the small patio at the back, and tapped the bricks on the wall with his wand.

The brick wall seems to have been applied with advanced special effects. It rolls to reveal a hole. Looking out along the hole, the bustling crowd is walking on the street.

Gently kicked the trash can, moved it a little, and the old wizard walked in as if nothing had happened.

According to the normal process, count the bricks on the trash can up to three, and then count two horizontally, and tap the wall with a wand three times, the brick will shake and a small hole will appear in it, and finally the hole will change. An archway leads to Diagon Alley.

However, what if the location of the trash can is moved?

Even if this wizard does not practice black magic, he must be a person who hates ghosts.

Anton rolled his eyes behind him and followed him with his suitcase.

Obviously, the old wizard did not dare to stay in Diagon Alley, and quickly walked into a dark alley in the corner.

The style of painting here has changed abruptly, and even the sky has become a dark atmosphere. The road is crooked against the wall, and the wizards who look abnormal. Clearly - they entered Knockturn Alley.

"Wait here!"

The old wizard took the suitcase in his hand and dragged his aged body laboriously to the first shop at the entrance of the alley.

Anton raised his brows.

He can't float spells!

This was his first thought.

how can that be?

This is the second thought.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, a group of chattering children stopped at Diagon Alley outside Knockturn Alley.

All with rare red hair.

The twins are trying their best to persuade their mother, "Mom, maybe you can go and have a leisurely afternoon tea. We can buy Mrs. Malkin's robes, and we can also buy the wand."

Their mother was obviously moved, hesitated for a moment, but still worried about the two of them, "No, I have to watch you!"

Behind them, there was a little boy who looked similar to An Dong, with a freckled face, staring at An Dong in the alley with wide eyes.

The sun shines on the little boy's red hair and on the colored lollipop in his hand.

"Damn it!" The mother suddenly exclaimed, and glanced at the Knockturn Alley, which was full of malicious eyes, "How can we stop here."

She urged the children to leave quickly, and pulled up the freckled little boy, "Ron, hurry up, why are you in a daze."

Ron blinked, looked curiously at the little wizard in the dark alley, and quickly followed.

"Ron Weasley!" Anton raised the corner of his mouth and took a step back ~www.readwn.com~ into the darkness of Knockturn Alley.

He knows the exact time now.

This is one of the three protagonists of the "Harry Potter" novel, and his two twin brothers are two years older than them.

He heard the twins clamoring to buy a wand himself.

In other words, now is the first two years of Harry Potter's admission!

He now has the best way to escape the clutches of the old wizard, which is to rush out to grab Ron's mother and tell her that he is a child caught by the dark wizard.

Molly, who has a strong sense of justice and strength, will definitely save him.

But he had a doubt.

The old wizard knew that he would escape, and he let him wait at the door so casually, he really didn't dare to take the risk.

Anton rubbed his wrist lightly, staring at the complicated tattoo on his wrist in silence.

A combination of a few curves and a square, plus a few runes that I can't understand.

He didn't know if it was this.

His memory of the original body is very vague, and it can even be said that except for the almost instinctive language memory, he can't remember anything else.

I don't remember how old I am, what my name is, where I came from, and how I fell into the hands of the old wizard.

He didn't know what the old wizard's precautions were for him.

But he knew that only the dead old wizard would not continue to threaten him!

It didn't take long for the old wizard to come out, and An Dong hurriedly took the suitcase with a smile on his face.

"Come on, I'll take you to buy a wand."

"???" Gan! Where do you poor **** get your money from?

The plan failed, An Dong silently followed behind, and continued to patiently wait for the next flaw of the old wizard.