The old wizard never stayed in one place for too long. This cabin originally belonged to a solitary lumberjack.
Following the old wizard's spell, it quickly collapsed.
"Quack, quack." The old wizard smiled unscrupulously, "Let's go."
Anton curled his lips. He had no plans to come back in the future, and there was no need to demolish the house. He was simply a natural evil person.
He struggled to drag the huge box behind him. The brown leather box looked a little worn and was larger than his young body.
A traceless stretching spell was released in the box, which contained all the old wizard's research materials and belongings, as well as an iron cage containing the werewolf.
The box was not heavy, but Anton had been hung in mid-air, and his wrists were in pain like tearing, and he could only take a step and stop.
The old wizard looked back at him with a frown, and finally waved his wand.
"Power doubled!"
Anton felt his heart pounding loudly, and he could even feel a blood vessel behind his ear beating.
A cold feeling ran through my body, and the box in my hand suddenly felt as light as a box of biscuits.
As for the pain in the wrist, it was only treated a little bit.
"Since you can lift it, walk faster!" The old wizard was a little impatient, and Anton quickly followed.
He walked behind, looking at the old wizard's back and frowning in thought. According to what he had seen in Harry Potter, the old wizard had many choices when he cast the spell just now.
For example, 'heal as before', heal his wrist, or use a levitation spell to make the box float.
So, why not use it?
Anton has a bold guess. Could it be that this wild wizard has not been taught by the academy and does not know how to release these two spells?
This is so interesting.
He decided to continue observing.
Let’s see if this wizard is a wild man. If so, does it mean that he doesn’t know the most profound magic without a wand?
He did not dare to be arbitrary and constantly reminded himself to be cautious and cautious.
He only had one chance. If the old wizard found out that he was going to resist, he would definitely kill him on the spot.
After walking a mile of mountain road, we finally came to a wide cement road.
Soon, a very retro-looking sapphire green car stopped in front of us, and after a while, it set off again.
Speeding along the road, I finally stopped in front of a large bookstore on Charing Cross Road in Westminster, London.
The car owner looked around with a confused look and hurriedly picked up his phone as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Hey, dear, I didn't mean to be late. I encountered a magical thing. I actually returned to the city. No, no, no, I haven't set off yet. My dear, listen to my explanation. Hello? Hello?"
Beside him, the old wizard opened the car door and walked out. Anton opened the trunk of the car and followed behind him with his suitcase.
The two walked quietly towards a shabby small bar next to the bookstore.
The strange clothes he wore did not attract anyone's attention, and even a middle-aged man who was on the phone almost bumped into Anton.
It was as if no one saw him at all.
Leaky Cauldron, these words are written on the dilapidated sign.
The old wizard was not here to spend money. He ignored the greeting from the tavern owner Tom, walked straight to the small patio at the back, and tapped the bricks on the wall with his wand.
As if advanced special effects had been applied to the brick wall, it rolled to reveal a hole. Looking out along the hole, there were bustling people walking on the street.
After gently kicking the trash can and moving it a little, the old wizard walked in as if nothing had happened.
Follow the normal procedure, count three wall tiles on the trash can upwards, count two tiles horizontally, and tap the wall three times with a wand. The brick will shake and a small hole will appear from it, and finally the hole will turn into
An archway leads to Diagon Alley.
But what if the location of the trash can is moved?
Even if this wizard doesn't practice black magic, he must be a detestable person.
Anton rolled his eyes behind him and followed him with his suitcase.
The old wizard obviously didn't dare to stay in Diagon Alley for too long, so he quickly walked into a dark alley in the corner.
The style of painting here has changed, and even the sky has become a dark atmosphere. On both sides of the road, there are wizards leaning against the wall crookedly. It is obvious that they have entered Knockturn Alley.
"Wait here!"
The old wizard took the suitcase from his hand and dragged his old body towards the first shop at the entrance of the alley.
Anton raised his eyebrows.
He can't levitate!
This was his first thought.
How can this be?
This is the second thought.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
At this moment, a group of chirping children stopped in Diagon Alley outside the entrance of Knockturn Alley.
All have rare red hair.
A pair of twins were trying hard to persuade their mother, "Mom, maybe you can go and have a leisurely cup of afternoon tea, and we can go to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop and buy wands ourselves."
Their mother was obviously a little moved. She hesitated for a moment, but still worried about them, "No, I have to watch you!"
Behind them, there was a little boy who looked similar to Anton. He had a face covered with freckles and stared blankly at Anton in the alley with his eyes wide open.
The sun shines on the little boy's red hair and the colorful lollipop in his hand.
"Damn it!" the mother suddenly screamed and glanced at the entrance of Knockturn Alley where there were malicious looks everywhere, "How can we stop here?"
She urged the children to leave quickly, and pulled up the little boy with freckles, "Ron, come on, what are you doing?"
Ron blinked, looked curiously at the little wizard in the dark alley, and quickly followed him.
"Ron Weasley!" Anton raised the corner of his mouth, took a step back, and disappeared into the darkness of Knockturn Alley.
He knows the exact time now.
This is one of the three protagonists in the "Harry Potter" novels, and his two twin brothers are two years older than them.
He heard the twins clamoring to buy a wand for themselves.
In other words, it is now the first two years of Harry Potter's enrollment!
He now has the best way to escape from the clutches of the old wizard, which is to rush out and catch Ron's mother and tell her that he is a child captured by the dark wizard.
This Molly, who has a strong sense of justice and strong strength, will definitely save him.
But he had a doubt.
The old wizard knew that he would escape, and he asked him to wait at the door so casually. He really didn't dare to take the risk.
Anton rubbed his wrist gently and stared at a complicated tattoo on his wrist in silence.
A combination of several curved lines and a square, plus a few runes with incomprehensible characters.
He didn't know if it was this.
His memory of the original person was very vague, and it could even be said that except for the almost instinctive language memory, he could not remember anything else.
I don't remember how old I am, what my name is, where I come from, or how I fell into the hands of the old wizard.
He didn't know what precautions the old wizard took against him.
But he knew that only the dead old wizard would not continue to threaten him!
Not long after, the old wizard came out, and Anton quickly stepped forward to take the suitcase with a smile on his face.
"Let's go, I'll take you to buy a wand."
"???" Gan! Where did you, a poor guy, get your money?
The plan failed, and Anton followed silently, continuing to wait patiently for the old wizard's next flaw.