Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

The old man with a gray beard turned around and heavily put down the cup he was wiping in his hand. "Two Sickles," he said.

Anakin handed Sicco over, and the bar owner's eyes moved to Anakin, lingering on his funny goblin face for a moment, and then he looked away. He put the money into an old wooden money chest. The drawer slid open automatically and he swallowed the money.

A wizard wearing tattered black robes who was sitting at the bar turned around. He was dressed somewhat like a dementor. The wizard in tattered black robes narrowed his eyes and looked at Anakin curiously, obviously confused by his strange goblin costume.

"Are you here to trade anything special?" the wizard asked indifferently, with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

Anakin, who looked like a goblin, smiled affectionately and said in a low voice: "Of course, I heard that the wizards here are eager for something unique. I brought some Acromantula venom, are you interested? "

The wizard narrowed his eyes, obviously interested in the proposal. At this time, Anakin felt that the atmosphere in the bar was a little tense, and it seemed that there were other people paying attention to the transaction.

"But this will require some private communication," Anakin continued.

The wizard nodded, motioning for Anakin to follow him. They walked through the crowded bar and came to a dark room in a corner. It's even darker here, with a few dim lanterns casting a faint light.

"I need to make sure there are no problems with this deal," he said, still maintaining his nonchalance. "Can you prove the quality of these venoms?"

Anakin took out a vial of Acromantula venom from his bag and carefully handed it to the wizard. "You can give it a try, it's real. I guarantee it's high quality, no problems."

The wizard took the vial and examined it carefully. He shook the bottle gently and watched the emerald green venom slowly flow. Finally, he nodded, seemingly satisfied with the quality of the venom.

"How about ninety galleons per pint, isn't it cheap, little goblin?" the wizard asked, still maintaining a cold attitude.

Anakin nodded, seemingly unaffected by his cynicism. He knew that the price on the market was only one hundred galleons per pint, but Anakin would not be able to deal with this venom openly.

"Of course you can choose not to buy it, but this is real Acromantula venom, a rare item, and it is very valuable whether it is potion making or black market trading." Anakin's tone was still cold, he knew this was not the time Showing panic or worry.

The wizard thought for a moment, then nodded, clearly attracted by the deal.

"Okay, leprechaun, I'll have two pints."

Anakin nodded, then took out two vials of Acromantula venom and handed them to the wizard.

He revealed a small bag of gold coins from under the shawl of his black robe and handed it to Anakin. "This is your reward. If you have more of this kind of goods, you can always come to me. I always need some good materials."

Anakin accepted the gold coin and said nothing, just nodded to express satisfaction. He knew that while the deal was a success, he had other things to deal with.

The wizard collected the Acromantula Venom, carefully sealed the bottles, and placed them under his cloak. He seemed not to want to attract too much attention in front of everyone.

"If you have other interesting goods, you can come to me at any time. My code name is An Yin. You can just tell the tavern owner next time you come." He emphasized again. Then he stood up, left the dim corner, returned to the bar, and continued his drinking.

Anakin was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, he seemed to see an unusual wizard. He was the only one who showed up in this bar. Anakin looked carefully and saw that the wizard was none other than Hagrid. And he was playing cards and drinking with another wizard in black robes.

!!!

It seems that Hagrid's dragon egg is about to be obtained. The secret is about to be leaked, should I stop it?

Anakin was lost in thought.

Never mind, I don't want to be found out. Hagrid is okay, but Voldemort, he should be able to see through my disguise.

......

After Anakin left the Hog's Head Bar, he noticed that someone seemed to be following him. He glanced at the black shadow behind him and vaguely sensed an unusual atmosphere. The behavior of the black wizard obviously aroused Anakin's vigilance, and he knew that he must protect himself. He turned into a small alley in a dark place and continued walking forward unhurriedly. The street lights in the alley are sparse, casting blurry spots of light, making it appear even darker.

After all, Anakin is not an adult wizard, and he certainly will not choose to fight head-on. But Anakin knows a lot of black magic. If he attacks by surprise, Anakin has some chance of winning.

Anakin stopped and turned as the wizard followed.

"So, what do you want?" Anakin asked warily, his hand clutching his wand tightly in his pocket.

"Goblin, you just made a deal at the bar and got a lot of money. How about sharing it with me?" He asked Anakin with a strange smile.

Anakin did not answer immediately, but continued to observe the black wizard's every move. He knew that this man's intentions were not simple, and he was not going to give in easily. With the exception of the wizard, all magical creatures don't have wand rights, and Anakin's goblin appearance gives him a nice advantage in that the opposing wizard has no way of knowing he also has a wand.

Suddenly, the wizard in black put his hand into his cloak and tried to pull out his wand. Anakin immediately pulled out his wand, and a beam of light emerged from the tip of the wand and flew towards the wizard. The wizard was particularly surprised when he saw Anakin's wand. After all, magical creatures shouldn't have wands.

It was this moment of hesitation that allowed Anakin to take the lead, and his spell struck the wizard, his body twisting in pain, his bones making a terrible snapping sound, as if every bone was cracking. His limbs were twisted into weird angles, his muscles twitched violently, and his tendons and bones were pulled like taut strings, causing unbearable pain. The anguished wizard clutched at his breast, but found his fingers unable to ease the torment within. His internal organs were mercilessly battered, battered as his body convulsed. Indescribable pain enveloped him, as if hundreds of sharp knives were hacking at his insides. He tried to call for help, but the pain prevented him from making a sound, only desperate eyes burning in his eyes. The wizard's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and cold sweat covered his forehead. He felt as if he was in hell. Every twist and twitch of his body made him feel heart-rending pain, mercilessly destroying his body and spirit. He could no longer control his limbs, and the pain and twitching turned his body into a painful picture with grotesque shapes. He couldn't even scream anymore. He fell to the ground and could only let out a low roar.

What Anakin had just cast was a transformation torture spell. This spell is different from Cruciatus, which tortures the soul to cause pain to the other party. The transformation torture spell twists the opponent's body and causes the opponent to be harmed. If this spell is cast continuously, the cursed enemy will go crazy with pain or even die. Anakin didn't have many things he could control at the moment, spells that wouldn't attract much attention and could control the enemy in an instant. For his own safety, Anakin still used this spell.