Anton ran out of the room and looked back. The entire building was swaying and swaying and made of wooden and iron plates, emitting a magical light.
Not daring to stay any longer, he left quickly.
This is the deepest area of Knockturn Alley, where countless tents, shacks, and tree-branch houses are scattered in every corner of the large lake.
It looks like a slum.
But it's much scarier than an ordinary slum.
There was a crazy-looking witch cooking a pot of green, bubbling strange stuff.
There were also children playing with several dolls in their arms. If you look closely, you will see that those dolls are actually human beings that have been shrunk by air-drying!
Anton didn't go far when he noticed that there were already several malicious glances.
There was even one wobbling around following him.
'A child holding gold to get through the bustling city', this sentence flashed through his mind instantly. The body he traveled through time seemed to be about ten years old, carrying a suitcase larger than his own body, in this dangerous place.
Knockturn Alley looks particularly attractive.
Anton thought for a while and stopped.
He turned coldly to look at the man following him. He had big eyes, a big head, but a shriveled body, messy hair and messy black and yellow teeth.
Then he glanced at the distant eyes full of evil thoughts.
He sneered and said loudly, "I am Alex Fiennes' apprentice. If the teacher misses something because someone attacks me, he doesn't mind killing someone!"
As he spoke, the wand in his hand shook, and a ray of magical light exploded on the ground in front of the big head.
"The Imperius Curse!" Big Head screamed, quickly took a few steps back, stared at Anton for a moment, and then slowly retreated into the darkness step by step.
Then, all the prying eyes from around him disappeared.
The Imperius Curse is one of the three Unforgivable Curses. Even people who don't know Fiennes can feel his element in his apprentice's smooth black magic casting.
He is a person who cannot be trifled with.
Anton laughed, looked around with his nostrils, his eyes full of arrogance, and continued to walk forward.
No one knew that the back inside his wizard robe was already covered in cold sweat.
So exciting!
He knows shit about the Imperius Curse.
The only soul-moving curse I learned has a similar magical light to the soul-stealing curse, which can easily be confused.
Walking along Knockturn Alley, you will find Diagon Alley at the entrance, and then from Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron.
Anton finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he was at a loss.
——Where will he go next?
Hogwarts?
This is impossible, not only did he not receive the admission notice from Owl, but he also doesn't know where the school is.
Get a room at the Leaky Cauldron first?
He had no money on him, so there was a high probability that there would be enough money to buy ingredients in the box, but he didn't dare to open it and rummage in a place like this. In addition to the corpse of the old wizard, there was also a werewolf who didn't know the situation.
Lupine was not doing well, and he was ostracized everywhere he went because of his werewolf status.
Suddenly, something moved in his heart.
The Weasleys!
First of all, Lupine is their good friend and can get their help.
Second, although the red hair on his head is different from that of Weasley, it is not very big. Among European and American races, red-haired people are Celts. Among wizards, the Weasley family is the only one.
One copy, not to mention that he looks a little bit like Ron. It’s hard to say where he is a distant relative.
But that's it.
He didn't know where their home was either.
"What the hell." Anton looked around blankly, not knowing where he was going in this world.
But he didn't give up.
If you can't find anyone to rely on, then rely on yourself.
You have to find a way to make some money. This is the most necessary condition for living.
There were a few people sitting sparsely in the bar. Under the dim light, the sound of chatting penetrated the ears, making it seem a bit noisy.
Anton looked at them one by one, trying to find some opportunity.
Finally, a person with particularly obvious features appeared in front of him.
His huge height of 3.5 meters is not too eye-catching.
His thick hair and messy beard almost covered his face, and he was wearing a moleskin coat.
Could this person be Hagrid?
"Hagrid, your stupid actions have led to this current situation. Go and explain to Dumbledore yourself!" A male wizard next to Hagrid had a gloomy face and a somewhat harsh tone.
Hagrid looked a little restless, "Professor Snape, I..."
He met Snape's sharp gaze, moved his lips, and finally lowered his head pitifully.
He hesitated for a long time, rubbed himself on the chair, and leaned closer, "Professor Snape, it can still be saved. Please help me, I can't let Professor Dumbledore be disappointed in me."
That’s it!
It’s really Hagrid, and there’s also Snape!
Anton's heart moved, and he quickly recalled the information about these two people, trying to find useful information.
First of all, even if these two people were willing to help him, they couldn't take him to Hogwarts.
Also, he didn't let the two of them know about Lupin's situation. Snape and Lupine were big enemies, and it was impossible to tell Hagrid alone. This man was famously 'tight-lipped', and Snape would know about it soon.
The only thing he can do seems to be one thing.
Anton carefully looked around, came to the corner, opened a gap in the suitcase, and carefully looked inside.
The old wizard looked completely dead. Maybe it was the angle at which he stuffed the old wizard in. The dagger cut open his neck and the whole neck was broken.
Lupine seemed to be in a particularly bad condition. He just fired the Cruciatus Curse, and now he was leaning against the corner with a pale face and weak face. Seeing him look in, he smiled slightly.
Anton raised his finger, "Shh."
He quickly opened the suitcase and jumped in, grabbed a glass bottle on the shelf and rushed out again.
The old wizard was a little poor, but he had a lot of treasures in his hands.
For example, the brain of the Moonlight Turtle and high-end medicinal materials are necessary materials for making the Felixir.
It is a situation of price but no market.
Snape was whispering something to Hagrid when suddenly a small hand raised the glass jar in front of his eyes, "Sir, do you need your brain?"
"No need." Snape glanced indifferently, but was attracted by the brain floating in the liquid in the glass jar.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the thin Anton, "10 silver coins."
"!!!" Good guy, you bully children, right? Anton was shocked, "10 silver coins? Do you think I don't have money to buy ice cream or candy?"
Snape stared at Anton with his cold eyes, "You are wearing ill-fitting wizard robes. It is obvious that your family background is not good. There are stains and holes all over your body. I can even directly conclude that you are a wanderer."
"This brain is obviously not yours to own, it was stolen, right?"
"It's a pity that you don't know what this is. It's impossible for anyone in Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley to buy such a thing."
"10 silver coins, I decided to buy them for collection."
Indeed, if you meet people who don't know this thing, it really won't cost much.
But this man is a famous potion master.
10 silver coins? Is it so black?
Anton curled his lips and turned to look at Hagrid. Although this man was a hidden rich man, he was obviously not interested in the turtle brain in his hand.
"Haha, the famous potion master doesn't know the brain of the Moonlight Turtle, so forget it."
He shrugged, turned around and left holding the glass jar.
"Wait!" Snape shouted from behind.
Hey, the corners of Anton's mouth raised slightly.