Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 259 Iron Cage

"Don't worry about me." Grindelwald glanced at him and looked out the window casually.

At this time, on the street outside the window, Neville was being gradually taken away from the visible range of Borgin's shop.

"You wanted to come forward because he was a student at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," Boginbock replied.

"Why?" Grindelwald turned his head: "I remember you, you have been doing business here for some years, and you used to help my party with smuggling and extradition."

In short, you are not a good person.

"Just... thinking?" Bo Jin tentatively gave an answer.

However, this answer obviously does not satisfy Grindelwald.

"Because one of my juniors is studying at Hogwarts." Borgin said quickly.

This answer barely passes.

Then, the old man opened the door and walked out of the store, walking slowly toward the corner where Neville disappeared.

At this time, deep in Knockturn Alley.

Neville stepped in the dirty muddy water and looked at the old woman in front of him curiously: "Grandma, where are we going?"

"My dear grandson, you'll be here soon." The old woman turned her head and smiled, very satisfied with the little guy in front of her.

"Okay...Grandma." Neville nodded, not feeling anything wrong at all.

Even if there is, grandma is right in front of him.

Then...everything is fine.

Soon, the two came to a hut. The hut was very dilapidated. It looked like no one had lived in it for a long time. Weeds were growing randomly. The door bolt had fallen off and was half hanging at the door.

The old woman walked to the door, pushed it open, and then led Neville to the basement.

Dong dong dong——

There was a knock on the door, and a slight cry came from the basement, followed by a burst of scolding.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat - please be quiet. Anyone who makes any noise will have their tongue cut off. Anyway, when the time comes to talk, there are plenty of ways!!"

There were footsteps and a voice came from behind the basement door.

"who?"

"I!"

Then, the door was opened, and an old man stood inside, covered in dirt and with a twisted smile on his face.

He saw the robe on Neville and let out a cry of surprise.

"wizard?!"

"Well, wizard." The old woman smiled: "This is much easier to sell than those Muggles."

"Bring it in quickly!" the old man said impatiently, rubbing his hands: "I want to think about whether I should discount my hands first, otherwise it may be difficult to deal with the magic riot when the time comes."

"Whatever you want, don't ruin the quality." The old woman waved her hand and put the dirty bucket aside.

"This boy is very good-looking, with tender skin and tender flesh. His family must love him so much because they feed him so well."

"That's true. If it's in good condition, it can sell for a lot more." The old man looked up and down Neville's body.

"We won't sell this to the Voodoo gang in West Africa and Haiti. Those guys just kill people and use them to make medicinal materials or dolls. This has to be sold to the United States."

"Sold to the Americans again? They will only use their money to settle the settlement!" The old woman said with some dissatisfaction: "Can't it be sold to Mexico? Anyway, they will transfer it by then. If you go to the United States, they also understand the value of this kind of tender skinned meat.”

"You stupid bitch." The old man cursed unhappily. When the woman heard this, she quickly shrank her neck.

"Nowadays, American money is not used anywhere around the United States. Humph, besides, money can be exchanged. The more you sell, the more practical it is."

Then, he waved his hand and said: "Lock him up."

The old woman nodded and waved to Neville: "Come here, my dear grandson."

"Um...Grandma...who is he?" Neville looked at the old man with blank eyes.

"He is your grandfather."

"Oh" Neville nodded.

"Come here, dear grandson." The old woman nodded, raised her hand to greet Neville, and walked towards a cage.

"Uh-huh."

Neville nodded and dived into the cage without hesitation.

On the other side, the old man shook his head and cursed: "Damn it, I really want to contact the seller quickly. If it weren't for the Ministry of Magic's recent inspections, damn it, it's so annoying."

The old woman looked at Neville: "Good grandson, show me your wand."

"Yeah, wand." Neville nodded and handed a wand to the woman.

"Tsk, this wand is so ugly." The old woman cursed and then closed the cage.

"Keep an eye on these guys while I go out to explore." The old woman said, placing Neville's wand on the utility cabinet, carrying the bucket again, and walked out of the basement.

"Yes." The old man nodded and closed the door after the woman left.

"You're so annoying, those bastards from the Ministry of Magic." He cursed and walked into the side room in the basement.

The next moment, at this moment, a girl who was extremely emaciated, her legs had been severed, and she was dragging herself to the ground through the iron fence, wiped her hand on Neville's arm, and wiped the rotten flesh-like potion on the ground. .

Then, he quickly rubbed his hand on the ground to avoid it.

"Hey," he said softly, "Hey, are you okay?"

Neville turned his head stiffly and looked at the girl with dull eyes.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath.

However, before he could continue to make other moves, the old man shuffled out.

"Hiss" He immediately saw the girl with a broken leg leaning on the fence, pretending that nothing had happened.

"It's still going on." He smiled.

"I'm just worried. I'm supporting you freeloaders. My family's fortune is almost being eaten up by you."

As he spoke, his cloudy yellow eyes rolled.

"It seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

"Since those guys at Voodoo will only divide you Muggle boys to do other things, then why can't I come?"

"Anyway, it's all business."

As he spoke, his steps suddenly became much stronger, he opened the door of the iron cage, reached into it, grabbed the girl with a broken leg, and took her out like a dog.

"No! Don't!!" the girl shouted, her face full of fear.

"Get out! You are the most dishonest. You are a Muggle bastard who won't be able to remember even if your legs are broken!" The old man smiled ferociously: "Get out of here, I'll use you to sell some money first. I can't get out if I leave. Can't I get out even if I take some magic potion like heart and liver?

"No!! Don't!! Mom, dad!!!" he cried, and the children in the other cages also became anxious. Some people huddled in the corner of the cage, while others shouted and patted the cage.

The girl aimed at the old man's hand and bit it.

"Bastard!!" the old man yelled angrily.

The next moment, he raised his wand.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!!"

Red light flickered in the small room.

This was accompanied by the girl's screams.

When the light dissipated, he was already extremely weak.

"Scream! Scream for me again!!" The man laughed and kicked the broken body.

boom--

The girl flew out like a rag bag and hit the cabinet hard, knocking over a lot of things.

In a daze, he saw a wooden stick.

He knew what it was, they called it a magic wand.

Then, with trembling hands, he grabbed the small wooden stick.

The old man burst out laughing, his face full of sarcasm: "Little Muggle, tell me, what can you do with a wand?"

"I, I." He forced himself to hold on, and retreated to the corner as the man pressed him step by step.

Then, with trembling pupils, he saw the girl.

The next moment, he threw the wand in his hand high.

"Help me, please."

"I still want to see my parents."

snap——

The wand fell in front of Neville's iron cage, and then he slowly picked it up with one hand.

The old man's heart tightened, and a chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on his face.

"My dear grandson, come and give that thing to grandpa." He said softly.

"Ah" the girl in the iron cage let out a heavy breath, and white mist seemed to condense in the cold basement.

"I will never see my parents again."

"So, I'll let you see it."

"absolute!"

Then, he looked at the old man.

"My grandfather died before I was born. Grandma told me that he was also a respected Auror, just like my parents."

"Expelliarmus—"

"Armor protection——"

Neville looked at the old man standing in front of him.

If it weren't for that red light, that scream.

He wouldn't wake up so soon.

Then, he turned his attention to the surrounding cages. The basement was very large, with about a dozen of these large iron cages. Neville had seen these cages, and they were the same as those used to keep big dogs in pet shops in Diagon Alley.

But now, the people locked inside are all children.

A child just like him.

There are even many who still have wounds or disabilities on their bodies, and their blood has formed scabs hanging on their bodies.

Purgatory on earth.

This was the only word that popped into Neville's mind.

A strong anger hit his mind, and the scene of flashing red light kept reappearing in his mind, accompanied by the screams of a woman and the wild laughter and roars of several people.

"Where is the master!"

"Tell me, where has the master gone? It must have something to do with you!"

"Order of the Phoenix! Tell me where your stronghold is!"

Cutting out the bones with a drill—cutting out the bones with a drill—

What followed was the screams of a man and a woman, as well as a childish cry.

"Don't tell me? Very good, tough guy!"

Then, the childish voice appeared again, and in the red light, he saw the three figures clearly.

A crazy woman and two men.

One of them he had seen.

Barty Crouch Jr.! !

Then, the three men roared again: "Come on, tough bones! Let me see if your hearts are hard!"

Then, in the picture in Neville's mind, a red light attacked him.

All that was left was the sobbing screams that were getting farther and farther away.

"Neville."

"Crushing out the bones——" A magic spell called Neville back to reality.

A strange yet familiar feeling hit his heart, as if all the bones in his body were burning, and his whole head seemed to be torn open alive. His eyes were turning crazily. He hoped to stop it quickly, but...

but

The red memory was restored like a tide.

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting--"

"Neville, don't look, don't look. It will pass soon. Close your eyes. It's okay. It's just like taking a nap."

"When we arrived at the scene, we only saw Alice and Frank hugging each other tightly. They couldn't be separated. Their muscles had completely spasmed and were fixed."

"Later Dumbledore arrived and he used magic to separate the two people."

"Then I saw Neville surrounded by the two of them."

"He was also attacked and he witnessed everything."

"Mrs. Longbottom, maybe. I suggest you erase this memory, otherwise the child will definitely be affected by this memory. In comparison, the impact of the Cruciatus Curse is negligible."

"But this will cause some damage to his brain. For example, his memory may be a little worse."

"This is the best thing to do, Mrs. Longbottom."

In reality, the old man looked at Neville twitching on the ground, his face filled with anger, and he turned back to look at the girl with a broken leg.

"You bastard, it's all your fault. My best-looking product was ruined by you."

As he spoke, he punched and kicked the girl with a broken leg.

The next moment, a roar suddenly came from his ears.

"Torn apart——"

The next moment, the old man flew out upside down, with blood blooming all over his body.

"Your Cruciatus Curse!! Is that all there is?!" Neville's face was covered with tears, which were revealed unknowingly.

Rather than weakness.

"Not nearly as good as—"

"One ten thousandth of them!!"

"The Alajo Cave opens—"

Then Neville rushed out, raising his wand.

"Expelliarmus—" He cast the spell at an unprecedented speed.

However, the old man was not without merit, and he avoided the curse in a flash.

"Broken bones—" He waved his wand.

"Veravito—armor protection—"

A broom beside the old man suddenly turned into a snake and bit him. He quickly dodged, but what followed was a curse that was rebounded by the armor curse.

The next moment, he flew out upside down.

Then he raised his wand again, but his hand suddenly froze.

grandpa dad mom

All Aurors.

They all have their own perseverance, even if they are dealing with bad guys, they cannot—

The next moment, the old man suddenly flew over and appeared behind the girl with a broken leg in the blink of an eye.

He clamped his arms around the girl's neck and pointed his wand at her head.

"Damn it, drop your wand."

Neville's body froze in place.

"Hit him!" Suddenly, the girl shouted, with tears on her face.

"At any rate, at least the others can go out."

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting--"