The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 23

The old wizard did not continue to accompany Anton. Although he has not been here for ten years, the circle of dark wizards is not too big. He does not want to meet old acquaintances in the state of ghosts.

Anton expressed his understanding, descended in a relatively remote place, covered the broom in the soil, and asked the old wizard to help him watch.

"Hoohoho~" Anton felt the strange voice from his hoarse throat, and gave a grotesque sharp laughter.

Then he picked up a dry tree trunk as thick as an adult's arm as a crutch, and swayed toward the hole in the crypt.

His left hand was hidden in the sleeve of the loose wizard's robe, holding the wand tightly.

In such a dangerous place, black magic is obviously more deterrent than white magic.

As he walked, he was brewing the emotions needed by the 'Displacement Soul Curse'.

He needs to ensure that he can successfully release the magic spell at any time, instead of habitually launching the Cruciatus under excitement.

"This is a bad habit~"

The eccentric old man he dressed up leaned on a tree trunk and muttered, "If I develop a conditioned reflex like this, I'm afraid I'll 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 a strange purple light appeared in front of him, and there was loud heavy metal music. From time to time, all kinds of strange creatures gather here from every corner and enter from the hole.

Centaurs with one arm missing, goblins with huge boxes on their backs, old witches with a wheelchair pulled by a snake-headed dog...

and also……

Anton's eyes narrowed slightly under the mask.

Snape!

Even if this guy wears a ghost mask, the greasy instant noodles with long hair shouldn't be too obvious.

"Quack quack." Anton smiled lowly and followed Snape staggeringly.

Walking in along the purple light corridor of the cave, it is probably a feeling of extending downwards, and a small stone hall appears in front of you.

A giant was sitting next to the passageway 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 his thighs stood a wizard who looked a little normal, except that he looked a little weird with a heavy metal leather jacket over his wizard robes.

The leather-jacketed wizard tapped the wooden board beside him with his wand and shouted, "Welcome to the Snot Bubble Music Hall."

Anton looked strange.

The old wizard was really unreliable. He even introduced himself a coffee shop more than ten years ago. Now it has changed its owner, and I don't know if there will be currency transactions.

The wizard in leather jacket was still saying loudly, "Wandering tourists, come and get the black bouquet. If you want to sell things, please get the yellow bouquet. You need to pay the fee, and we will ensure that there are no yellow bouquets. Selling items to compete with you."

"If you want to do non-physical transactions, please get 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 Bubble, please receive a golden bouquet, and you will get the best treatment in it."

Anton let out a low laugh, "Boy, is this a forum?"

The leather jacket wizard was startled and laughed, "Merlin's ripped panties! Someone found out, you are the first."

He personally picked up a bunch of golden bouquets and stuffed it into Anton's hands, "You will be our member from now on, congratulations!"

Then, he chuckled softly, "You will enter the bottom floor of our concert hall."

"Ha~ha!" Anton shrugged, "So I will also have good authority?"

After speaking, the two smiled understandingly.

Anton thought it was very interesting. He originally thought that the wizarding world was always full of stereotyped traditions and decadence. It was already 1989, and the British wizarding world seemed to be still alive in the last century.

As a code farmer in his previous life, he instantly felt intimacy with this guy.

"Boy, I like you."

An Dong chuckled and walked into the aisle staggeringly.

The hall was crowded with people, and there were very few people holding golden bouquets. One of them was Snape.

He walked down a long staircase from the passage again, and finally entered an extremely spacious and oversized cave, which seemed to be expanded and manufactured by using natural lava caves.

The cave is not a complete plane. There are many platforms that are naturally divided by the unevenness. On the highest side, there is a music team that is frantically making heavy metal noise.

At least Anton didn't hear any rhythm from it.

After the crowd entered, they dispersed and each had their own place. Anton still followed Snape and walked towards a corner.

Gradually, there were only people around holding golden bouquets.

A raised stone was flattened as a circular platform, and a long lava bulge was used as a chair, forming a huge circle around the circular platform.

Snape found a seat and sat down, waiting quietly for something.

Anton did not approach him, but chose a position far away from him.

Before long, the place was filled with people, and a wizard in a golden leather jacket led another person onto the round platform.

"Welcome to the boutique roundtable at the Snot Bubble Concert Hall." The wizard in the golden leather jacket pointed to another person, "This is Pete, and he will be the seller of our boutique roundtable today."

After he finished speaking, the golden leather jacket snapped his fingers, and the bubbling-shaped rock protrusion behind him suddenly disappeared with a 'boo', and a huge iron cage appeared on the spot. The iron cage was covered with a huge black cloth.

He made a gesture of invitation to Pete, jumped off the round platform dashingly, and sat on the small stone beside him.

Pete is a young man who looks very energetic, with blond half-length hair, a thin face with a stubble beard~www.mtlnovel.com~ The sunken eye sockets are blue eyes.

The spirit boy rubbed his hands nervously and looked at everyone, "I believe everyone has heard of such a rumor."

"The mysterious man did not die, but was recuperating in Albania, waiting for a chance."

Everyone was in an uproar.

A lot of people were whispering. One of the bearded strong men stood up excitedly and pointed to the cage behind him, "Don't tell me, this is..."

There were sounds of air-conditioning all around.

The spirited boy Pete was also startled, and quickly shook his hands, so panicked that he broke his voice, "How dare you say, no, no!"

Anton heard countless relieved voices again.

He squinted at Snape who was diagonally opposite, but unfortunately, this man looked dead and unlovable, as if nothing could affect his mood.

So Anton turned his attention to the round table again, the so-called Pete he knew.

At that time, he had just crossed over, and he didn't quite understand the rules of the old wizard, so he accidentally released a wizard prisoner who was trying to test medicine. The old wizard didn't blame him, he just let Anton drink the potion he wanted Peter to drink.

The effect was remarkable, Anton experienced what it means to be fluttering.

He vomited blood for three days, until gold stars appeared in his eyes, and he was in a trance.

It's hard not to be impressed.

I haven't seen him for two months, this little guinea pig looks like a dog, and is more energetic.

Ps: Voldemort is not dead and is hiding in Albania. It is a rumor that many people know. Harry Potter's first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirrell, went to Albania because of this rumor, and found Voldemort "lucky".

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