The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 11

The hunchbacked old Tom, with his wrinkled face and his toothless mouth, looked as evil as the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.

However, under the ugly appearance, there is a warm heart.

Old Tom personally took Anton to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, taught him how to call the 'Knight Bus', and waited with him for the bang of this magical car to appear in front of him.

He kindly touched Anton's little head, "Little wizard, I wish you good luck."

Anton pursed his lips and bowed to him, "Thank you, Mr. Tom."

In the past two months, I followed the old wizard wandering in the chaotic land, and all the people I met were messy people, and there were really very few people who could show kindness to him.

Old Tom's wrinkled mouth looked like an old grandmother with a smile. He shook his hand and turned back to the bar.

The Knight Bus looks like a Muggle bus.

It also has wheels and big headlights. It's three stories high, and when viewed from the window, there are no seats in it, just a bed with brass columns and a candle holder next to the bed.

Looking back, he could also see a small air-dried head hanging from the cab of the car.

This kind of small head originated from the headhunting culture in South America. They hunted the head of the enemy and used a unique head-shrinking technique to reduce the head to the size of a baby's head. This technique is very popular among British wizards, whether it is dark wizards or regular wizards.

"Welcome to the Knights Bus, an emergency passenger transport for a witch or wizard in distress. Just stick out your wand and get in the bus, and we'll take you wherever you want."

A handsome young man stood at the handrail, wearing a uniform hat slanted on his head, smiling brightly, "My name is Stan Thornpark, and I'm your conductor today."

The smile was so contagious, Anton laughed along with it. "I'm going..., wait a minute, I'll take a look."

The conductor Stan said proudly, "Anywhere you want to go, as long as it's on land."

Anton took out the scrap of paper in his pocket, "Huh, France?"

Stan blinked, "France?"

Anton also didn't expect that the goblin who could heal Lupin actually lived in France. He stared at Stan, "May I ask how much the fare is?"

The Knight Bus is not cheap.

In the original book, Harry spent a total of eleven silver siks to go from Privet Drive to the Leaky Cauldron. According to the bizarre multi-system currency system of the British magic world, one gold Galleon is equal to seventeen silver xikes.

This is still in China. If you go abroad, I am afraid that you will need several Jin Galleons!

The conductor Stan was a little embarrassed, "It's not about the price, France, we might not be able to go."

Seeing Anton looking at himself in confusion, he couldn't help but explain, "The Knight Bus was an idea proposed by Dugard Macphail, the British Minister of Magic, and now there are still some wizards who stick to tradition in the UK, and they even resist. Call it a 'Muggle insult'."

Anton frowned and tightened the handle of the suitcase, "What do you mean?"

Stan chuckled, "French guys don't have such an open approach. They're too old-fashioned, they don't even have a proposal for a bus."

He shrugged, "France can't go."

Anton looked back at the Leaky Cauldron in doubt. It made no sense that old Tom would lie to himself in this place.

He handed the piece of paper in his hand to the conductor, "Someone told me that you can send me to this place."

Stan looked at it carefully, "Aha, the small island between the two countries, you can go."

With a smile, he handed the piece of paper back to Anton and helped carry the suitcase into the car, "You're lucky, little guy, originally we only run on land."

The driver in the driver's seat turned his head, this is an older wizard with thick glasses and a thick and well-groomed beard, "The wizards on these small islands protested some time ago, saying that the mainland is also an island, why? Discriminate against them, which are smaller."

He shrugged with a funny face, "So we can only drive on water."

Stan replied, "After all, we promised not to go underwater."

Then the two inexplicably looked at each other and smiled.

Anton's mouth twitched. Sometimes he felt that he was out of tune with foreigners, and some of the jokes they told didn't seem funny to him.

He also doesn't know how to protest for the wizards on the islands around Mao England, and then they can take themselves to the French islands?

Anyway, you can go.

The price of the fare is not as outrageous as imagined, fifteen silver xikes.

"You sleep in this." Stan whispered, leading him to an empty bed, helping to stuff the suitcase under the bed, and going back to sit in the armchair beside the driver.

Unlike the fan novels and movie clips that Anton watched earlier, the driver of this car was not skilled in driving, and could even be said to be very unfamiliar.

With a bang, the car quickly drove forward with a strong sense of pushing back.

Rampage all the way.

Sometimes even jumping forward.

Everything along the way jumped up to avoid it.

By the time the cars drove past, these lampposts, letterboxes, trash cans, trees and even Muggle cars and pedestrians jumped back to where they were.

This can almost be said to distort space.

Anton stared curiously outside the car and watched all kinds of distorted pictures. Thanks to following the old wizard like Frankenstein for two months, he didn't just stop in amazement at the abilities of many wizards.

Trying to figure out its principle, this is the only good influence the old wizard taught by words and deeds.

Anton even saw a familiar place on the road.

A campground belonging to wandering wizards.

The car was still on a rampage, everything was twisted, two dark wizards with hoods and faceless whispered in the corner, did not notice the car passing by ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ann Dong reached the face next to the window and was only a slap away from them, and heard a few words clearly--"... Leeches can be used to draw potions..."

Cars sometimes take detours too, and when they encounter buildings that are clearly the official magic sector, they go around a curve.

"It's amazing!" The conductor Stan chuckled, obviously very proud.

Adult wizards mostly use apparition and broomsticks. A large part of the clients they receive are ignorant young wizards. He likes to see the surprised expressions of the little wizards the most, which makes him extraordinarily proud.

Anton's eyes sparkled, "Really, is there any magic spell used on this car?"

Stan's expression froze. Obviously, the little wizard asked another question that he couldn't answer. He had to look mysterious, "This is an alchemy product from the Ministry of Magic, hehe, secret!"

Anton nodded knowingly.

He thought to himself, if this is a magic spell that can be mastered, combined with flying brooms, wouldn't it be very convenient to go anywhere?

It can even reach the level of elusiveness!

If you have a chance, you must figure it out and see if you have a chance to learn it!

Secretly write down this matter.

The car drove through the city, through the wilderness, through the ocean, and finally came to a seemingly small island.

To be precise, it is very small, a tree, a small cabin, almost occupying the entire island.

The car can only park half of its body on the water.

Stan helped lift the salute, "So, little guy, goodbye, you can raise your wand if you need it, and the Knight Bus is always at your service!"

With a loud bang, the car sank into the thin air and disappeared.

Chapter end