Hogwarts: The Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 338 About Professor McGonagall's Secret Anton finally gritted his teeth and refused, "I don't want to have my head bitten off by a scary monster when I'm sleeping in the middle of the night!"
When Duan continued to be disturbed, Anton took his excited friends and walked away, "Let's go see other houses."
"No, no!" Bach rushed forward and opened his arms to block them.
An Ding quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at him, saying coldly, "No one can ever force me to buy or sell. Let's keep your shabby house as a tomb."
grave……
Bach's face turned pale instantly.
This house is not really his tomb.
He gritted his teeth and stared at Anton coldly, "I know you are students who ran away from school, right? You young men from pure-blood families don't lack that little money at all."
Anton sneered, "Whether I have money or not is none of your business!"
"So you really came from the school." Bach's eyes lit up, he came over and whispered, "As long as you buy the house, I will tell you a secret about the professors at your school."
Wow, Hannah's eyes lit up instantly.
Neville and George Fred looked at each other, the professor's secret?
Anton just sneered, "I'm not interested. I told you to stay out of the way, otherwise I won't be polite."
Bach remained unmoved, cocking his neck and staring closely at Anton, "I am the only one in the world who knows this secret. It is about Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of the school. She was also a villager in Hogsmeade back then."
"Professor McGonagall!" George and the others exclaimed.
They did not expect that Professor McGonagall had once lived here. Didn't this serious professor always live in Hogwarts Castle?
Anton was obviously a little moved and looked at Bach hesitantly, "Are you sure?"
Bach puffed up his chest and said with a sigh, "Yes, I'm very sure that I can't get in touch with such a big shot, otherwise I would have used this news in exchange for benefits."
The fact is that when Dumbledore fought against Grindelwald, as a little bastard among the saints, he was almost killed by the aftermath of Professor McGonagall's curse.
He didn't dare to get in front of Mag again, who knew if he would be killed by this cruel witch after telling the secret.
"Okay, tell me!"
"Haha, little wizard, do you think I'm a fool?" Bach had long discovered that Anton was the one who kept his word among this group of people. Seeing that Anton took the bait, he couldn't help but feel a little emboldened, "50%, I can only give you 50% of the price.
, you follow me to the lawyer to complete all the transaction procedures, and then I will tell you this secret."
call out!
A magical light lit up.
Following Bach's beard, he flew towards the big tree beside him.
boom!
The big tree fell down with heavy snow, causing snowflakes to explode on the ground.
Bach's eyes widened, he swallowed, and after a long time he touched his neck. Fortunately, fortunately, this terrifying curse did not cut off his neck.
He turned his head stiffly and looked at the cross-section of the big tree. It was so smooth and sharp.
"You...what do you mean?" His voice became extremely dry.
"Fifty makes 50%." Anton narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "If you lie, then you have to see whether it is you who runs faster or my magic speed."
"I...I...I didn't lie to you."
"very good."
Bach didn't feel good at all. He suddenly felt that he didn't want to trade anymore. He just wanted this scary little wizard to disappear as soon as possible.
He knows this curse!
Although I don't know the name, this is the unique skill of the most powerful Death Eater under the Dark Lord, and he will never admit it wrong.
He cut many people in half and the horrific scene of the battle in Hogsmeade completely dispelled his speculative mentality of following the new Demon King.
This world is too dangerous.
But obviously, it is no longer a question of whether he wants to trade, but a question of whether others want to know the secret.
"Merlin's beard." He muttered, a little annoyed.
Ever since the bar was burned down by fire, he has been unlucky, encountering a life and death crisis every few years, which gave him a very bad premonition - counting on it, he would almost encounter another life and death crisis.
Bar?
It's now?
The cold wind was mixed with snowflakes, and Bach suddenly felt cold on his forehead and back.
He didn't know when he broke out in a cold sweat.
…
The transaction went smoothly. Anton and the others obtained all the formalities for the house, and Bach received a sack full of gold galleons.
Golden and extraordinarily beautiful.
The intoxicating golden light shone on his face, and for a moment, he felt that his entire life had been sublimated.
After paying off all the debts, he can still leave a lot of money.
Bach rolled his eyes as he looked at the cruel little wizard, and took them a little detour to the casino to pay off his gambling debt.
Such a good bodyguard is simply useless.
After all, he didn't know if the people in the casino would follow the rules.
Anton looked at his back with a smile and did not refuse, intending to use this to let others spread the news that Bach had sold the house.
"Your shabby house actually sold?" A man in a bearskin coat looked at Anton and the others from a distance and exclaimed that it was incredible.
Bach seemed to be in a particularly good mood. He laughed, cursed, carried the remaining gold galleons, and walked back to the barrel hut with Anton.
"Can you tell the secret now?" Anton rubbed the wand in his hand and stared at him closely.
He was not a robber, and he did not want to prostitute other people's houses for free. He was still willing to pay the money he had to pay.
After all, his own small coffers have long been filled with gold galleons, and he really doesn't have much interest in making money and saving money.
Bach glanced at George and the others, and gave Anton a signal with his eyes.
Anton sneered, "The gold galleons you are holding in your hand now were paid for by us together, and the secrets are also shared by us, understand? Don't make trouble!"
"Okay, you have the final say." Bach was obviously in a very good mood.
He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, and then mysteriously said to Anton and others, "Professor McGonagall's husband was attacked and died by a poisonous tentacle. It was actually a witch who did it. I don't know her."
name, but I can draw a picture."
"Professor McGonagall has a husband?" Several friends exclaimed.
Anton frowned and looked at Bach, "That's it?"
He had more or less guessed that wild poisonous tentacles would not grow in such a snowy place.
Bach smiled greasyly, "Of course not."
He somewhat enjoyed the way everyone was waiting for him to speak. The last time he felt valued was when he was a bar owner decades ago.
However, he weighed the sack in his hand, feeling the wonderful touch of the golden galleons, and smiled very happily.
He plans to find a place to make a comeback. The money will be enough for him to open another bar. There are so many places where houses are not expensive. Only ghosts would like to stay here.
"The news just now is just a bonus. The biggest secret is that Professor McGonagall's husband is not dead!"
Anton's eyes widened and he took a breath, "This is not something to joke about!"
Bach patted his chest hard, "How could I lie to you? Even though I was drunk that night, I saw a dead man walking on the street again. Not to mention how scared I was, I was so scared that I woke up!
"
“!!!!”
Anton stared into his eyes, "What about her husband? Where did he go?"
Bach shrugged and shook his head, "I haven't seen him since."
"That's it..."
Anton shook his wrist slightly, and the wand instantly released light, "fainted."
Bang!
Bach fell to the ground in an instant, and his fate was unknown.
"Anton!" Neville exclaimed, "Why did you attack him?"
Anton waved his wand lightly, and Bach floated up. "Of course I will send it to Professor McGonagall, and let her confirm the authenticity of the news herself."
He was too lazy to take care of this kind of thing, and it was not easy to take care of it. He just threw this person in front of Mag, and the rest was none of his business.
Besides...
Lao Deng is very busy every day now, and the time of death is approaching little by little. Lao Deng probably has to make some arrangements as soon as possible.
Snape was even more weird. He used to act like a professor who taught earnestly and earnestly, but now he actually ignored him.
Simply.
Anton has to find himself a new professor.
Although he could learn from Lupine or the old wizard Fiennes, the research direction of these two people was not related to transfiguration.
And since this is his own family, he can study at any time. When he was in school, Anton still wanted to learn more from other professors. It was a rare opportunity.
Especially since he has an important thing to do now - sort out the book "The Wisdom of Dumbledore". He has to finish it before Lao Deng dies, and it's not bad for him.
An explanation from the old man.
As for Transfiguration, if you can't learn from Old Deng, Professor McGonagall is definitely the best candidate.
none of them.
This is also a super-top transformation master.
When Bach arrived at his door, Anton treated it as an apprenticeship ceremony and sent it to Professor McGonagall. It was definitely of sufficient weight.
It's about three hundred kilograms.
Awesome!
"But if this happens, the professors will know that we sneaked out of the school!" Neville looked worried. This honest boy didn't know how to face this situation.
The professors were so angry when they found out that their students sneaked out of their dormitories and went out for a night walk.
If we knew they were running outside the school...
Neville was almost scared to tears.
Oh~
Not to mention Neville, Hannah and the twins also looked worried.
Anton chuckled, "Believe me, Professor McGonagall is not in the mood to care about such small details."
As he spoke, he lifted the bag of gold galleons in an extremely natural and smooth movement, stuffed it back into his snuff box, and hummed, not to mention how relaxed he was.