The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 338

Anton finally refused, "I don't want to be bitten off by a terrible monster when I go to bed in the middle of the night!"

When Duan continued to suffer from the chaos, Anton took his little friends who were very excited and walked into the distance, "Let's go and see other houses."

"First Evolution"

"Don't, don't!" Bach rushed up and opened his arms to block them.

An Ding quickly took out his wand and pointed at him, and said coldly, "No one can force me to buy or sell. Keep your broken house as a grave."

Graves…

Bach's face instantly turned pale.

Isn't this house really his tomb?

He gritted his teeth and stared at Anton coldly, "I know, you are the students who ran out of school, right? You young men of pure-blood families don't lack any money at all."

Anton sneered, "Whether I have money or not, it's your business!"

"So you really came out of the school." Bach's eyes lit up, and he leaned over and whispered, "As long as you buy the house, I will tell you a secret about the professors in your school."

Wow, Hannah's eyes lit up instantly.

Neville and George Fred looked at each other, the professor's secret?

Anton just sneered, "I'm not interested, I said, don't get in the way, otherwise I'll be welcome."

Bach was unmoved, stalking his neck and staring at Anton closely, "I am the only one in the world who knows this secret. It is about Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of the school, who was also a villager in Hogsmeade."

"Professor McGonagall!" George and the others all exclaimed.

They didn't expect that Professor McGonagall once lived here. Didn't this serious professor always live in Hogwarts Castle?

Anton was obviously a little moved and looked at Bach hesitantly, "Are you sure?"

Bach puffed out his chest very shyly, "Yes, I'm very sure, I can't get in touch with such a big man at all, otherwise I would have exchanged this news for benefits."

In fact, when Dumbledore fought against Grindelwald, he was almost killed by the aftermath of Professor McGonagall's curse as a small fish among the saints.

He didn't dare to come up to Mag again. The ghost knows if the secret will be killed by this murderous witch.

"Okay, say it!"

"Haha, little wizard, do you think I'm a fool?" Bach had long discovered that Anton was the one who counted in this group. Seeing that Anton took the bait, he couldn't help but feel a little fearless, "Five percent, I can only give you fifty percent of the price. , you go to the lawyer with me to complete all the formalities of the transaction, and I will tell you this secret."

stop!

A spell of light lit up.

Along Bach's beard, he leaned towards the big tree beside him.

Boom!

The tree fell with heavy snow, blowing snowflakes on the ground.

Bach's eyes widened and he swallowed. After a long time, he touched his neck. Fortunately, it's fortunate that this terrifying spell did not cut off his neck.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the cross section of the big tree, it was so smooth and sharp.

"You... what do you mean?" His voice became extremely dry.

"Five percent makes five percent." Anton squinted and looked at him, "If you lie, then you have to see if you run faster or if my spell is faster."

"I...I...I didn't lie to you."

"very good."

Bach didn't feel good at all. He suddenly felt that he didn't want to trade. He just wanted to make this terrifying little wizard disappear as soon as possible.

He recognizes this spell!

Although I don't know the name, this is the stunt of the most powerful Death Eater under the Dark Lord, and he will never admit it wrong.

How many people were cut in half back then, and the terrifying scene of the battle in Hogsmeade completely dispelled his speculative psychology of following the new demon king.

The world is too dangerous.

But obviously, now it's not a question of whether he wants to trade or not, it's a question of whether people want to know the secret.

"Merlin's beard." He murmured, a little annoyed.

Since the bar was burnt down by the fire, he has been unlucky, and he will encounter a life-and-death crisis every few years, which makes him have a very bad premonition—it seems that he will encounter another life-and-death crisis, right? ?

It's now?

The cold wind was mixed with snowflakes, and Bach suddenly felt a chill on his forehead and back.

He didn't know when he broke out in a cold sweat.

The transaction went well. Anton and the others got all the formalities for the house, and Bach got a burlap bag full of gold Galleons.

Golden, very beautiful.

The mesmerizing golden light shone on his face, and for a moment, he felt that his whole life had been sublimated.

After paying off all the debts, he can still leave a lot of money.

Bach looked at the murderous little wizard, rolled his eyes, and took them around for a while, and came to the casino to pay off his gambling debts.

Such a good bodyguard is simply unnecessary.

After all, he didn't know if the casino people would obey the rules.

Anton looked at his back with a smile, and did not refuse, intending to use this to let others pass on the news that Bach had sold the house.

"Your broken house is actually sold?" A man in a bearskin coat looked at Anton and the others from a distance, and exclaimed that it was incredible.

Bach seemed to be in a particularly good mood. He scolded with a smile, carried the remaining Jin Galleon, and led Anton back to the barrel hut.

"Can you tell that secret now?" Anton rubbed the wand in his hand and stared at him closely.

He was not a robber, he didn't want to go to other people's houses for free, and he was willing to pay what he should have paid.

After all, his own small treasury has long been full of gold Galleons, and he really has no interest in making money and saving money.

Bach glanced at George and the others, and gestured to Anton.

Anton sneered, "The Jin Galleon you are holding now is paid by us together, and the secret is shared by us, understand? Don't look for trouble!"

"Okay, you have the final say." Bach was obviously in a good mood.

He looked around and saw that no one noticed this, so he said to Anton mysteriously, "Professor McGonagall's husband was attacked and killed by poisonous tentacles. It was actually done by a witch, I don't know her name, but I can draw portraits."

"Professor McGonagall has a husband?" Several friends exclaimed.

Anton frowned and looked at Bach, "That's it?"

He had some guesses. After all, in such a place where snow and ice fluttered, no wild poisonous tentacles could grow.

Bach smiled greasy, "Of course not."

He somewhat enjoys the way everyone is waiting for him to speak, the feeling of being valued by others. The last time he was a bar owner was decades ago.

But well, he weighed the sack in his hand, felt the wonderful touch of Jin Galleon's impact, and smiled extraordinarily.

He plans to find a place to make a comeback. The money is enough for him to open another bar. There are too many places where houses are not expensive. Ghosts like to stay here.

"The news just now is just a bonus. The biggest secret is that Professor McGonagall's husband is not dead!"

An Dong's eyes widened and he took a deep breath, "This is not something to joke about!"

Bach patted his chest hard, "How could I lie to you, I was drunk that night, but I saw a dead person walking down the street again, not to mention how scared I was, I woke up with alcohol! "

Anton stared into his eyes, "What about her husband? Where did he go?"

Bach shrugged and shook his head, "I haven't seen him since."

"Is that so..."

Anton's wrist flicked slightly, and his wand instantly released light, "Passed out."

Clap!

Bach fell to the ground in an instant, not knowing what happened.

"Anton!" Neville exclaimed, "Why attack him?"

Anton's wand flicked lightly, and Bach floated up, "Of course it's for Professor McGonagall, so she can confirm the authenticity of the news herself."

He was too lazy to take care of this kind of thing, and it was not easy to take care of it. He simply threw this person in front of Mag, and the rest was none of his business.

Besides...

Lao Deng is very busy every day now, and the time of death is approaching a little bit. Lao Deng estimates that he will also explain some arrangements as soon as possible.

Snape was even more bizarre. He used to look like a self-taught professor, but now he ignores him.

Simply.

Anton has to find himself a new professor.

Although he can study with Lupin or the old wizard Fiennes, the research direction of these two people is not related to Transfiguration.

Moreover, this is his own family, so he can study at any time. When he was in school, Anton still hoped to learn more about other professors. It was a rare opportunity.

Especially now that he has an important thing to do - still sorting out the book "The Wisdom of Dumbledore". He had to do it well before Lao Deng died. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can also be regarded as an explanation for this old man who was pretty good to himself.

As for Transfiguration, if you can't learn from Lao Deng, Professor McGonagall is definitely the best candidate.

none of them.

This is also a super top metamorphosis master.

Just as this Bach came to the door, Anton took it as a ceremony to send it to Professor McGonagall. It was definitely enough.

Three hundred kilograms.

Awesome!

"But in this case, the professors will know that we sneaked out of the school!" Neville looked worried, this honest boy didn't know how to deal with this situation.

The professors were so angry when they found out that the students sneaked out of the dormitory for a night walk.

If it was known that they ran outside the school...

Neville was about to cry out of fright.

oh~

Not to mention Neville, Hannah and the twins were also worried.

Anton smiled, "Trust me, Professor McGonagall is not in the mood to care about this little detail."

Speaking, he lifted the bag of Jin Galleons very naturally and smoothly, stuffed it back into his snuff box, and hummed a song, not to mention how relaxed he was.

Chapter end