The old wizard did not continue to accompany Anton. Although he hadn't been here for ten years, the circle of black wizards was not that big, and he didn't want to meet his old acquaintances in a ghost state.
Anton expressed his understanding, and landed in a relatively remote place, covered the broomstick in the soil, and asked the old wizard to help watch.
"Ho Ho Ho ~" Anton felt the unfamiliar voice from his hoarse throat, and let out a sharp laugh in a strange shape.
Then he picked up a dry tree trunk as thick as a man's arm as a crutch, and swayed towards the entrance of the crypt.
His left hand was hidden in the loose sleeve of his wizard's robe, holding his wand tightly.
In such a dangerous place, black magic is obviously more deterrent than white magic.
While walking, he was brewing the emotions needed for the 'Displaced Soul Curse'.
He needs to ensure that he can successfully release the spell at any time, instead of launching the Cruciatus Curse habitually under excitement.
"This is a bad habit~"
The weird old man he dressed up leaned on a tree trunk and muttered, "If you develop conditioned reflexes like this, you might really go to Azkaban."
At the same time, learning Animagus is a very important event in his heart.
Once he accidentally enters Azkaban, only Animagus can let him escape there!
Turning around a huge stone, a hole with strange purple lights appeared in front of you, and loud heavy metal music sounded from inside. From time to time, various strange-shaped creatures gather here from every corner and enter from the hole.
A centaur with one arm missing, a goblin carrying a huge box, an old witch pulling a wheelchair by a snake-headed dog...
besides...
Anton's eyes under the mask narrowed slightly.
Snape!
Even though this guy is wearing a ghost mask, the greasy instant noodles long hair really shouldn't be too obvious.
"Quack quack." Anton smiled lowly, staggering behind Snape.
Walking in along the purple light corridor of the cave, it probably feels like extending downwards, and a small stone hall appears in front of you.
A giant was sitting at the entrance of a passage that was small enough for a single person to pass through. Anton had a round pot on his back, and he couldn't raise his head too high. After walking in, he could only see the giant's gray thighs.
In front of the thigh stood a normal-looking wizard, except for a heavy metal-style leather jacket over the wizard robe, which looked a little weird.
The wizard in the leather jacket knocked on the wood beside him with his wand and shouted loudly: "Welcome to the Snot Bubbles Concert Hall."
Anton looked strange.
The old wizard was really unreliable, and even introduced himself to the coffee shop more than ten years ago. Now the owner has changed here, and he doesn't know if there will be currency transactions.
The wizard in the leather jacket was still shouting, "Tourists who are wandering around, come and get the black bouquet. Those who want to sell things for business, please get the yellow bouquet. You need to pay the fee. We will guarantee that there is no yellow bouquet. Sell items to compete with you."
"If you want to trade non-physical goods, please receive a red bouquet. After entering, go to the bar to find Eric. He will provide you with a quiet and confidential place."
"Finally, members of Snot Bubbles, please receive a golden bouquet, and you will get the best treatment inside."
Anton let out a low laugh, "Boy, are you a forum?"
The wizard in the leather jacket was startled, and laughed loudly, "Merlin's ripped underwear! Someone discovered it, and you were the first."
He personally picked up a golden bouquet and stuffed it into Anton's hand, "You will be our member from now on, congratulations!"
Then, he chuckled lowly, "You will enter the bottom floor of our concert hall."
"Ha~ha!" Anton shrugged, "So I will also have good permissions?"
finished speaking,
The two smiled knowingly. Anton found it very interesting. He originally thought that the wizarding world was always full of the decadent atmosphere of stereotyped traditions. It was already 1989, and the British wizarding world seemed to be still living in the last century.
As a code farmer in his previous life, he felt an instant intimacy with this guy.
"Young man, I like you."
Anton grinned and swayed into the aisle.
The hall was packed with people, and there were very few people holding golden bouquets, one of whom included Snape.
Walk down a long staircase from the passage again, and finally enter an extremely spacious and oversized cave, which seems to be made by expanding the natural lava cave.
The cave is not a complete plane, and many platforms are naturally divided by the unevenness. On the highest side, there is a music team making heavy metal noise crazily.
At least Anton didn't hear any sense of rhythm from it.
After the crowd entered, they scattered in all directions, and each had their own destinations. Anton still followed Snape and walked towards a corner.
Gradually, only people holding golden bouquets remained nearby.
A raised stone was flattened as a round platform, and a long raised lava trace was used as a chair, forming a huge circle around the round platform.
Snape found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for something.
Anton didn't approach him, and chose a position far away from him.
Soon, the place was full of people, and a wizard in a golden leather jacket led another person onto the round platform.
"Welcome to the boutique round table at the Snot Bubble Concert Hall." The wizard in the golden leather jacket pointed to another person, "This is Pete, he will be the seller of our boutique round table today."
After finishing speaking, the golden leather jacket snapped his fingers, and the bubble-like rock protrusion behind him suddenly disappeared with a 'pop', and a huge iron cage appeared on the spot, covered with a huge black cloth.
He made a gesture of invitation to Pete, jumped off the round platform gracefully, and sat on the small stone beside him.
Pete is a very energetic looking guy, with blond half-length hair, a thin face with a stubble of beard, and blue eyes in sunken eye sockets.
The spirited guy rubbed his hands nervously, looked at everyone, "I believe everyone has heard such a rumor."
"The mysterious man did not die, but recuperated in Albania, waiting for the opportunity."
Everyone was in an uproar.
Many people were whispering to each other, and one of the bearded strong men stood up excitedly, pointing to the cage behind him, "Don't tell me, this is..."
There is the sound of air-conditioning all around.
The spirited boy Pete was also taken aback, he quickly shook his hands, and his voice broke in panic, "How dare you say, no, no!"
Anton heard countless voices of relief again.
He squinted and looked at Snape who was diagonally opposite, but unfortunately, this man looked lifeless and unlovable, as if nothing could affect his mood.
So Anton turned his attention to the round table again, he knew this so-called Pete.
At that time, he had just crossed over and didn't quite understand the rules of the old wizard, so he accidentally let go of a wizard prisoner who was used to test medicine. The old wizard didn't blame him, but let Anton drink the potion that Pete was supposed to drink.
The effect was remarkable, and Anton experienced what it means to be ecstatic.
He vomited blood for three whole days, until his eyes were filled with stars, and he was in a daze.
It's hard not to be impressed.
I haven't seen him for two months. This little white mouse looks like a dog, and he is much more energetic.
Ps: Voldemort is not dead, hiding in Albania is a rumor that many people know. Quirrell, Harry Potter's first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class teacher, ran to Albania by himself because of this rumor, and was "lucky" to find Voldemort.