The old wizard never stayed in one place for long, and this cabin had originally belonged to a solitary woodcutter.
With the spell of 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 tear down the house, he was simply a natural villain.
He struggled to drag the huge box behind him. This brown leather box looked a bit worn out, and its size was bigger than his young body.
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 where the werewolf was kept.
The box was not heavy, but Anton had been hung in mid-air before, and his wrists felt tearing pain, so he could only take a step and stop for a while.
The old wizard looked back at him with a frown and finally waved his wand.
"Strength reduce!"(T/n: I don't know what this spell is)
Anton only felt his heart beating violently, and he could even feel the beating of a blood vessel behind his ear.
His body felt icy cold, and the box in his hand suddenly became light and light like a box of biscuits.
As for the pain in the wrist, it only healed a little bit.
"Since you can lift it, hurry up!" The old wizard was a little impatient, and Anton hurried to follow.
He walked behind, looking at the back of the old wizard, frowning in thought. According to the Harry Potter he had seen, the old wizard had many choices to release the spell just now.
Like 'Episkey', heal his wrist, or use the Levitation Charm to make the box float.
So, why not?
Anton made a bold guess. Could it be that this wizard has not been taught by the academic school, so he doesn't know how to release these two spells at all?
This is so much fun.
He decided to keep watching.
Let's see if this wizard is an amateur, and if so, can it explain that he doesn't know the most advanced method of casting spells without a stick?
He didn't dare to be arbitrary and kept reminding himself to be more cautious.
He only has one chance, and if the old wizard finds out that he intends 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 royal-green car that looked very retro stopped in front of it, and after a while, it set off again.
Speeding along the highway, he finally stopped at the entrance of a large bookstore on Charing Cross Road in Westminster, London.
The car owner looked around in confusion, and picked up his 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, and I went back to the city. 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 went down. Anton opened 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 strange clothes on his body did not attract anyone's attention, even a middle-aged man who was on the phone almost bumped into Anton head-on.
It was as if no one saw him at all.
The Leaky Cauldron, that's what the old sign says.
The old wizard didn't come to spend money. He ignored Tom's greeting from the tavern owner, went straight to the small patio behind, 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, bustling crowds were walking on the street.
He kicked the trash can lightly, moved it a little bit, 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, then count down to two, and tap the wall three times with a magic wand, the brick will vibrate and a small hole will appear from it.
Finally, the opening turns into an archway leading to Diagon Alley. But what if the position of the trash can is moved?
Even if this wizard doesn't practice black magic, he must be something that people hate and ghosts hate.
Anton rolled his eyes behind him, and followed with his suitcase.
The old wizard obviously didn't dare to stay in Diagon Alley, and quickly walked into a dark alley in the corner.
The painting style here has changed suddenly, even the sky has become a dark atmosphere, and the wizards on both sides of the road crookedly leaning against the wall look abnormal. Clearly, they entered Knockturn Alley.
"Wait here!"
The old wizard snatched the suitcase from his hand, dragged his old body vigorously, and walked towards the first shop at the entrance of the alley.
Anton frowned.
He doesn't know the floating spell!
This was his first thought.
How can this be?
This is a second thought.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
At this moment, a group of chattering children stopped in Diagon Alley outside the entrance of Knockturn Alley.
All have rare red hair.
A pair of twins are trying their best to persuade their mother, "Mom, maybe you can go and have a cup of afternoon tea leisurely, we can go to Madam Malkin's robe shop, and we can also buy wands by ourselves."
Their mother was obviously moved, hesitated for a moment, still worried about the two of them, "No, I have to watch you!"
Behind them, there was a little boy who looked similar to Anton, with a face covered with freckles, staring at Anton in the alley blankly with wide-eyed eyes.
The sun shines on the little boy's red hair and on the colorful lollipop in his hand.
"Damn it!" The mother suddenly exclaimed, and glanced at Knockdown Alley where there were malicious eyes everywhere, "How can we stop here."
She urged the children to leave quickly, and pulled up the little boy with freckles, "Ron, hurry up, why are you in a daze."
Ron blinked, looked curiously at the little wizard in the dark alley, and hurriedly followed.
"Ron Weasley!" Anton raised the corner of his mouth and took a step back into the darkness of Knockturn Alley.
He knew the exact time now.
This is one of the three protagonists in the "Harry Potter" novel, and his two twin brothers are two years older than them.
He had heard the twins clamoring to buy a wand himself.
That said, it's the first two years of Harry Potter!
He now has one of the best ways to escape the clutches of the old wizard, which is to rush out and catch Ron's mother, telling her that he is a child caught by a dark wizard.
This Molly, who has a strong sense of justice and strength, will definitely save him.
But he has a doubt.
The old wizard knew that he would run away, and let him wait at the door so casually, he really didn't dare to take the risk.
Anton rubbed his wrists gently, staring at a complex tattoo on his wrist in silence.
A combination of several curves and a square pattern, plus a few runes that cannot be understood.
He wondered if it was this.
His memory of the original body is very vague, and it can even be said that he can't remember anything except the almost instinctive language memory.
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 wondered exactly what the old wizard's precautions were against himself.
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 hurried forward to take the suitcase with a smile on his face.
"Come on, I'll take you to buy a wand."
"???" What! Where did you get your money, poor man?
The plan failed, and Anton followed silently, continuing to patiently wait for the old wizard's next flaw.