Anton ran out the door and looked back, the whole crooked building made of wooden planks and iron plates was staggering and emitting magical light.
I didn't dare to wait any longer, so I left quickly.
This is the deepest part of Knockturn Alley, where countless tents, huts, and branch houses are scattered in every corner of the big lake.
It looks like a slum.
But it is much more terrifying than ordinary slums.
There are witches who seem to be babbling insanely, cooking strange things that are bubbling green.
There were also children playing with a few dolls in their arms. Looking carefully, those dolls turned out to be dried and shrunk people!
Anton didn't go far, and found that there were already several malicious eyes.
There was even a wobbly follower himself.
'Children hold gold to cross downtown', this sentence flashed in his mind for a moment, his body that came through time seemed to be about ten years old, carrying a suitcase bigger than his body, in this dangerous place Knockturn Alley looked extraordinarily attractive.
Anton thought for a while, then stopped.
He turned his head coldly to look at the person following him, with big eyes and a big head, but a shriveled body, messy hair and messy black and yellow teeth.
He glanced at the distant eyes full of evil thoughts.
With a sneer, he said loudly, "I'm Alex Fiennes' apprentice. If someone attacks me and causes the teacher to miss his job, he doesn't mind killing someone!"
As he spoke, the magic wand in his hand shook, and a spell of light burst on the ground in front of the big head.
"The Imperius Curse!" The big head screamed, quickly stepped back a few steps, stared at Anton for a moment, and slowly retreated into the darkness step by step.
Then, all the peeping eyes around him disappeared.
The Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, even people who don't know Fiennes can feel his element from his apprentice's smooth black magic casting.
Is a person not to be trifled with.
Anton chuckled, looked around with his nostrils, his eyes were full of arrogance, and continued to walk forward.
No one knew that the back of his wizard robe was already covered with cold sweat.
So exciting!
He knows the fucking Imperius Curse.
The only learned soul-removing curse has a similar magical radiance to the Imperius curse, which is easy to confuse.
Walking along Knockturn Alley, apart from the entrance of the alley is Diagon Alley, and from Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron.
Anton finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he was at a loss.
Where is he going next?
Hogwarts?
This is impossible, not to mention that he has not received the admission letter from Owl, but he does not even know where the school is.
Open a room at the Leaky Cauldron first?
He didn't have any money on him, and there was a high probability that there was enough money in the box to buy ingredients, but he didn't dare to open it in such a place to search. In addition to the corpse of the old wizard, there was also a werewolf who didn't know the situation.
Lupin didn't do well, and he was excluded everywhere because of his identity as a werewolf.
Suddenly, his heart moved.
The Weasleys!
First of all, Lupin is their good friend and can get their help.
Second, his own red hair, while different from Weasley's, wasn't huge. Among the European and American races, the red-haired ones are Celts, and among the wizards, they are the only ones in the Weasley family, not to mention that he looks a little bit like Ron. It's hard to say where the distant relatives are.
But well.
He didn't know where their home was either.
"What the hell." Anton looked around blankly, not knowing where in this world he wanted to go.
But he didn't give up.
If you can't find someone to rely on, then rely on yourself.
Gotta 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 voices of chatting rustled through the ears, making it seem a bit noisy.
Anton looked over one by one, trying to find a certain opportunity.
Finally, a person with particularly obvious features appeared in front of him.
The oversized figure of 3.5 meters should not be too eye-catching.
Thick hair and a messy beard nearly covered his face, and he wore a moleskin coat.
Could this be Hagrid?
"Hagrid, because of your stupid actions, this situation has been brought about, you have to explain it to Dumbledore yourself!" A male wizard beside Hagrid had a gloomy face, and his tone was somewhat harsh.
Hagrid seemed 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 against the chair, and leaned closer, "Professor Snape, it can still be saved, please help me, I can't let Professor Dumbledore down on me."
Done!
It's really Hagrid, and there's another 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 are willing to help him, it is impossible to take him to Hogwarts.
Also, he didn't let the two of them know about Lupine's situation. Snape and Lupine were big enemies, and he couldn't tell Hagrid alone.
The only thing he can do, seems to be the same.
Anton carefully looked left and right, came to the corner, opened a gap in the suitcase, and looked inside cautiously.
The old wizard looked completely dead, maybe it was because of the angle at which he stuffed the old wizard in. The dagger cut open his neck, and the whole neck was broken.
Lupin seemed to be in a particularly bad state. He just cast the Cruciatus Curse. Now he was leaning against the corner pale and weak. Seeing him coming in, he smiled slightly.
Anton raised his finger, "Hush."
He quickly opened the suitcase and jumped in, grabbed a glass bottle on the shelf and rushed out quickly.
The old wizard is poor, but he has a lot of treasures in his hands.
For example, the moonlight tortoise's brain and high-end medicinal materials are necessary materials for making Felicia.
It belongs to the situation of price but no market.
Snape was whispering something to Hagrid, when suddenly a small hand raised the glass jar to his eyes, "Sir, do you need a brain?"
"No need." Snape glanced indifferently but was attracted by the brain floating in the liquid medicine in the glass jar.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at the thin Anton, "Ten silver Sickles."
"!!!" Good guy, bullying children, right? Anton was stunned, "Ten Sickles? Do you think I have no money to buy ice cream or candy?"
Snape stared at Anton with cold eyes, "You are wearing an ill-fitting wizard robe. Obviously, your family is not well-off. There are stains and holes all over your body. I can even directly conclude that you are a homeless person."
"This brain is obviously not something you can own, it was stolen, right?"
"Unfortunately, you don't even know what it is. It's impossible for Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley to buy such a thing."
"Ten silver Sickles, I decided to buy them for collection."
Indeed, if you meet someone who doesn't know this thing, this thing really can't be sold at any price.
But this is a well-known potion master.
Ten Sickles? Is it that dark?
Anton curled his lips, and turned his head to look at Hagrid. Although he was a hidden rich man, he was obviously not interested in the turtle brain in his hand.
"Hehe, the well-known potion master doesn't even know the brain of the moonlight turtle, so forget it."
He shrugged, turned around holding the glass jar and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Snape called from behind.
Hey, the corners of Anton's mouth are slightly raised.