Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"That's because others don't have such an honor." The clown said lightly.

"Why do you have to trade with me?" Jeffrey shouted in a broken voice.

"Because you are the special one." The clown noticed that Jeffrey was quietly moving towards the door of the room, and couldn't help but asked in a funny voice: "Jeffrey, after making so much noise for so long, no one from the crew came to take a look. Aren’t you surprised?”

"W-what did you do?" Seeing that his little thoughts were exposed by the clown, Jeffrey began to panic.

He couldn't help but glance at the window on the door, and found that the remaining crew members were drinking happily on the deck not far away, as if they didn't even hear him speaking loudly on purpose just now.

This is impossible!

Everything in front of him was far beyond Jeffrey's cognition. Seeing the door approaching, he suddenly jumped forward and wanted to rush out of the captain's cabin.

"No, no, no, this is not the right way to treat guests." The clown tapped the sword on the table, and an incredible scene happened.

All the ropes in the captain's cabin began to move on their own like spiritual snakes, and Jeffrey was tied tightly in the blink of an eye.

"Is this magic? Are you a wizard?" Jeffrey finally woke up and everything had a reasonable explanation.

"I really found the right person, you guessed it right."

"Master Wizard, why are you looking for me? I don't seem to have offended you, right?" Jeffrey's face turned green with fright when he saw that the clown did not deny it.

He was deeply influenced by the legend of dark wizards and believed that wizards were evil and unreasonable.

At this moment, he thought of his wife who was far away on the other side of the ocean and was eagerly waiting for him to return. Could it be that greed had harmed him?If he hadn't promised Captain Jones to take over the Mayflower, would the wizard have found someone else?

"Don't be afraid, I really just want to make this deal with you." The clown said "gently".

"There must be a trap in this deal! I can dedicate everything to you, but please don't involve my descendants..." Jeffrey was desperate.

"...I really just want to hand this sword to you in a reasonable way..." The clown was speechless. It turned out that Jeffrey was still a guy who accepted death.

"Want to hand over the sword to me? Why?" Jeffrey looked at the clown with a strange look.

"Because among your descendants, there will be a very... famous figure, and this magic sword will become his sword." The clown said helplessly.

"Really? Does this mean that our Teach family will also develop into a famous family?" Jeffrey immediately became energetic when he heard this.

"...So be it." The clown really couldn't bear to tell Jeffrey about the pirate Blackbeard's deeds.

"That's great!" Jeffrey said happily, "The Teach family finally has hope of getting ahead."

"So you are willing to accept this deal?" the clown said, rubbing his brow.

"If you didn't lie to me just now, I would!" Jeffrey gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay. Remember this magic sword can only be passed down in the Teach family." After the clown untied Jeffrey, he created a sheepskin contract and placed it in front of him.

"If I or my descendants find information about the Sword in the Stone, how should I convey it to you?" Jeffrey looked at the contents of the contract carefully and asked after finding no traps.

"Just write it on paper, and then put the note into the scabbard of this magic sword." The clown replied.

"Then...how can we determine which of my descendants is the big shot?" Jeffrey asked again.

"You have just experienced it personally. This magic sword has the ability to control any rope." The clown explained, "All the blood of the Teach family can use this ability three times in their life, but the real owner of the sword will not be affected by this." limit."

A tangled expression immediately appeared on Jeffrey's face, as if there was no point in using this method to identify.

"I advise you and your descendants to use the power of this sword at critical moments." The clown reminded him, seeing through Jeffrey's thoughts.

"I understand." Jeffrey gritted his teeth and signed his name on the contract.

……

"Your methods are so clumsy! You still want to be reasonable with a Muggle! It seems that you have not made any progress during this period." Not long after the clown left the Mayflower, on an uninhabited beach, something suddenly happened behind him. came a lazy voice.

The clown turned around and looked in disbelief. It was a wizard wearing a black robe, greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. He was looking at him seriously with pursed lips.

"Godfather? How is this possible?" the clown shouted in disbelief.

"Dean, don't you think you've fallen so far that you don't dare to see people with your true colors?" Snape's face was full of disgust, as if Dean had embarrassed him.

The clown was disguised by Dean. In order to fulfill his promise to Vivian, he had to hand over the magic sword to Jeffrey Teach.

"No, I just don't want a Muggle to see my true face. After all, this is the Middle Ages, and a little carelessness will affect history." Dean explained with a guilty conscience.

"I can't believe that you would think so carefully." Snape's tone was full of sarcasm, "Is this still the Gryffindor I know?"

"People always grow up~" Dean said with a calm face, "Godfather, how did you come to this era?"

"Isn't it because of you?" Snape glared at Dean angrily, "Isn't it fun to disappear quietly?"

Dean's face was full of helplessness: "I can't help it. My time and space converter is damaged, so I am stuck in this era - since you can come, you must also have a time and space converter, right? Now I can finally go home!" "

At the end of the sentence, Dean couldn't help but beam with joy.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Snape took out a time turner with a straight face.

Dean noticed that there was an obvious crack on it, and it had long lost its mysterious luster.

Dean couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded: "Godfather, aren't you also trapped in this era?"

"I had expected this." Snape was not panicked at all. "In fact, the fact that this time turner did not completely collapse is beyond my expectation."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked confused.

"My time turner is not enough to support me in completing such a long time journey. If I hadn't accidentally obtained another thing, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come to this era." Snape explained in a rare way, "So I was expecting the time turner to be damaged."

"Then you're not worried about not being able to go back?" Dean asked.

"I don't think there's anything worth remembering about that era," Snape said grimly.

Dean was a little dumbfounded. What if Snape had never planned to go back?