Called to 'Knight Bus' came to the Leaky Cauldron again, the owner Old Tom entertained him very warmly.
It was still the room number eleven.
Anton carefully counted the Galleons in his pocket, "Spend money like water."
This is obviously not a normal state of life, the knight bus used for transportation is very expensive, and although the Leaky Cauldron Bar looks shabby, in terms of consumption level, it is equivalent to staying in a five-star hotel for Muggles.
This is the money that the moonlight turtle's brain was exchanged for!
An extremely precious magic material, and very rare. The old wizard would rather eat vegetarian noodles and steamed buns every day than sell them for money.
Anton used it with a sense of guilt. It felt like Harry Potter took the Gryffindor sword in exchange for a gold gallon, and then went out and had a special car to stay in a hotel.
No!
no the same!
The Sword of Gryffindor belongs to Hogwarts.
And the magic material belongs to Anton personally.
This is my magic material, I am so distressed that I weep blood. Anton beat his chest. I finally got it!
Although his potion science has not reached the level of using such high-end ingredients, if he doesn't sell it, it would be a good thing to play with it from time to time.
Of course, he has no choice now.
It's a fluke to be alive.
Now he has finally escaped from the clutches of the old wizard and helped Lupine find a place to heal, so he can start to plan for his future life.
Anton didn't hesitate and made a quick decision.
When Lupine recovers, discuss with him whether to stay in the wizarding society or go to the Muggle society. With an adult standing in front of him, he will be much more relaxed.
But now, he should find a place to live and study the mysterious magic well.
Now he knows two spells, the soul-shifting spell and the misplaced soul spell, these two spells are not suitable for him, but Anton always remembers the first time he used the soul-shifting spell and lay in bed for two days.
The second time I used it on Lupine, it should be that the potion of the 'wizard's eyes' virtually replenished a lot of energy.
The night was getting deeper, and the brightness of the dim oil lamp in the room was not as bright as the street lamps shining in from the street outside.
Anton stroked the suitcase, lost in thought.
He didn't have nothing, at least he inherited a large sum of money from his teacher.
But the problem now is that this thing is too big, and it is inconvenient for him to carry it. With a small ten-year-old body, he is dragging a box bigger than himself, and he is simply telling everyone-come and grab me.
Go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to see if there are any small traceless stretching charms, it's worth the money.
It is best to have a ring-shaped storage space like the one in fantasy novels, and the carrying experience is particularly great.
Lifting the suitcase to the bed, he found a rope to tie the handle of the suitcase to his arm, and Anton blew out the oil lamp.
...
"I'm sorry, we don't sell it, little wizard." The owner of Weizeac's magic supplies shop pushed his glasses and spread his hands.
Anton said he couldn't understand.
"Your store is the largest magic item store in Diagon Alley!"
The boss smiled, "It's an honor to receive your evaluation."
"But we really didn't sell it, and you couldn't possibly buy it."
Anton frowned suspiciously. He vaguely had the impression that Hermione had made a small purse for the Untraceable Stretching Charm when she was a student? Is it hard to do this thing?
Did he remember wrongly? Or is this just a fanfic made up by itself?
What is the original work like?
Seeing that Anton was standing there, the store owner couldn't help pointing to Anton's suitcase, and gestured to the suitcase on the top of the wall shelf, "You have the classic model five years ago in your hand, and now the new suitcase will look It looks a lot more refined, but the appearance and volume will not make much difference.
"As he said, he shrugged, "Except for suitcases and tents, you won't buy any products with no trace of stretching spells. "
"The Ministry of Magic has made strict regulations. Apart from these two things, the Untraceable Stretching Curse is prohibited from being used for private purposes, and even wizards are not allowed to expand their own houses. After all, hundreds of people walking out of a small house will frighten Ma. Damn, this would be a serious violation of the International Law of Wizarding Secrecy."
He squeezed his eyes and nose, as if thinking of something to laugh at, "There is no Knockturn Alley, you know, although there are all dark wizards in it, they dare not cross the bottom line of the Ministry of Magic."
This is troublesome, Anton walked up and down the store unwillingly, and finally spent money to buy a pocket.
"Made of dragon skin, this kind of Hebridin black dragon is aggressive by nature, and their leather has a strong resistance to spells." The store owner said, pulling his pocket hard, indicating that this thing is very strong.
The fanny pack is an adult style, used by Anton as a messenger bag, hanging on his chest, and it can be well hidden with a wizard robe outside.
Can be used to hold some more important things.
But such a small capacity is simply a drop in the bucket, not to mention the materials on the two bookshelves in the box, and all kinds of potion materials can't be stuffed into it.
"This is troublesome."
Anton stood on the street of Diagon Alley, watching people coming and going, always feeling that some malicious people were staring at him.
In the end, he raised his head, and there was an extremely luxurious house at the intersection of this alley.
Gringotts.
As the bank of the wizarding world, Gringotts has no saving function.
Depositing money here is a bit like opening a safe in a Muggle bank. The goblins don't care whether you put money or items in it, as long as you pay the full storage fee.
In fan fiction and movie clips, it always feels unsafe here, with greedy goblins watching over them.
But Anton still felt the safety of this place from the lines of the novel.
Dumbledore trusted this place, and he kept the precious Philosopher's Stone here.
Voldemort also trusted this place, and he kept the Horcruxes of his second life here.
"I hope it's not too expensive." Anton walked with the suitcase, this big suitcase was too troublesome for him!
The gate of Gringotts is facing Diagon Alley, and a white stone staircase leads to two shiny bronze gates. Beside the gate stood a goblin in a uniform of scarlet gold and gold, and bowed to him as a gesture of invitation.
The goblin here is a bit different from the Pedro that Anton met before, with darker skin and a thinner body. Although the dress is exquisite, it does not have the noble feeling of Pedro.
After walking in, there is a silver door with a string of words engraved on the door: 'Please come in, stranger, but please be careful of the consequences of greed. ...'
It was probably a warning, but Anton ignored it and continued to walk in, when the loud voices rushed towards his face.
The inner hall is very large, mainly in dark tones, and under the illumination of the chandelier, there is an inexplicable sense of solemnity.
A goblin came over, "What do you want to do?"
"Store things." Anton clapped the box in his hand neatly.
When encountering these cunning people, the best way is not to show any expression, speak as little as possible, so that people can't guess their own background. Even the mighty old wizard wandering in the chaotic land is still in this state.
The goblin's eyes lit up, "It looks like there's quite a lot inside, you might need to set up a vault."
Anton nodded, "It doesn't need to be too big, I just want to have a secret little vault of my own."
Pretending to accidentally reveal ambiguous words is also the experience of the old wizard.
The goblin looked at him up and down, especially staring at Anton's hair for a while, then nodded knowingly, "Young little wizards always want to have their own treasury, after all, no one likes to let their parents know that they are secretly What did you save?"
"In this way, there is an emergency way to go out alone occasionally."
? ? ?
What are you imagining?
Anton complained in his heart, without any expression on his face, nodded, "Lead the way."