The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Dark and damp cellar, moss covered the stone walls.

Two chains extended from the gap in the stone, hanging An Dong's young body in mid-air.

He was panting like a broken bellows, staring at a small grille ventilation window in the corner. Sunlight scattered from there, and tiny sprites jumped in the beam of light.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The light of the spell flickered in the dim cellar.

"Hmm!" Anton gritted his teeth, not letting himself cry out in pain, his vision became dim little by little.

This is how many Cruciatus you have endured?

Can't remember, but he knew that he might really be dying this time.

"I don't know if this is the world of Harry Potter, but I may not wait for the owl at Hogwarts to send me an acceptance letter."

The figure in the black hooded wizard's robe in the field of vision gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Anton exhaled, his heavy eyelids closed heavily, and his head drooped.

……

When I woke up again, I didn't know how long it had passed, but I only felt a biting pain coming from the place where the chain was hanging.

It's like it's about to crack.

"Haha." Anton let out a burst of laughter, "I'm not dead!"

He, again, survived the old wizard's big and small curses.

Two months ago, he traveled to this abnormal England and became an apprentice of a dark wizard. To be precise, the name apprentice is actually a test item, a werewolf bait, an air bag, and a free servant.

He was the only one who survived among the many apprentices of the old wizard.

Anton escaped while the old wizard was drunk and ran for several miles, thinking that he was the first to gouge out the bone for the first time in his life.

That feeling really seemed like several knives were stabbing in the body.

At that time, he was embarrassed by the transmigrator, and he wailed and begged the old wizard's forgiveness in a low voice.

The old wizard forgave him generously, and let him walk alone in the dark forest, trying to tempt the werewolf who likes to attack the little wizard.

The effect is very good.

The old wizard got a werewolf with strong body hair.

And Anton became the apprentice of the old wizard. An apprentice who is tormented with a curse if he behaves a little bit badly.

"crunch~"

There was a harsh sound from the wooden door of the cellar, which had been in disrepair for a long time, and a large amount of light poured in, causing Anton's eyes to burst into tears.

The filthy black wizard's robe gradually approached, the big hood covered his face, and he could only vaguely see a tall nose bridge.

The old wizard held out his pale, wrinkled hands.

He held a ten-inch maroon wand in his hand.

waving lightly.

The button at the end of the chain undid on its own, and with a snap, Anton fell to the ground.

The old wizard looked down at him and let out an old and harsh low laugh, "After a young wizard experiences an explosion of magic power, if he doesn't use his wand to learn magic spells to sort it out, death will come at any time."

"You haven't reached the age of eleven, and the magic in your body has already boiled to a critical point."

Wouldn't it just become silent, Anton knew. Although he has not read Harry Potter novels or movies, he has not missed the Internet.

However, he had long passed the moment when he felt that the transmigrator was omnipotent when he first crossed, and at this time he just rubbed his wrist silently.

"You are the most talented of all my apprentices. If you are obedient, I will teach you magic spells."

Anton's heart moved, and he got up quickly, pretending to be excited, "I...I..."

"Teacher, I was wrong."

The old wizard was obviously satisfied with his performance, "Go and cook, and don't accidentally put bright mushrooms in."

Anton's tone became more and more respectful, "There will be no next time."

"Um."

The old wizard floated away.

An Dong squinted at the ground, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He didn't know how strong this old wizard was in the Harry Potter world, but he was definitely a poor man. Sometimes some of the materials he had accumulated so hard were exchanged for experimental materials.

So, does that mean the old wizard has only one wand?

If he broke his wand while he was teaching, would he be facing just an ordinary bad old man?

This is an opportunity!

But be careful.

The fact that Anton added poisonous mushrooms to the noodles had probably aroused the old wizard's vigilance.

Take it easy.

Anton sighed, he had enough patience.

Struggling to walk up the cellar stone ladder, open the door, the sun pierces the fog in the forest and illuminates everything.

Step by step, he came to the kitchen in the corner of the walled yard. The cloth bag containing wheat flour was placed in the corner of the stove. Looking at the shriveled appearance, there was not much left in it. There was only one bottom left of the suet in the clay pot, and even a handful of salt.

"This poor bastard!"

Anton complained again.

Last time, the old wizard got tired of the oily noodles and steamed buns, and lost his temper. An Dong went to the forest to pick mushrooms to feed him.

Yes, add ingredients.

A small clump of dreamy-looking mushrooms.

Anton recognized this because he had seen popular science when he was watching short videos, Amanita muscaria. After eating it, he would only have a little diarrhea, and it would recover the next day.

On the third day, die!

The kind that is incurable.

There is a song that goes like this, "Red umbrella umbrella, white pole pole, after eating the reclining board. Lying on the board, burying the mountains."

Anton was looking forward to the moment when he buried the old wizard in the forest with his own hands.

Unfortunately, no matter how natural he behaves, the old wizard is still extremely miraculously alert to the danger.

"I don't know~www.NovelMTL.com~ I don't know, I'm just a child." Even though Anton tried his best to explain, the old wizard still gave him several Cruciatus.

He didn't know why the old wizard suddenly wanted to teach him magic spells, but he was never afraid to carry this dark wizard with the greatest malice.

Skilled in kneading, lighting a fire, and pouring oil.

Anton first cooked a big bowl by himself, and then walked to the hut with the remaining small bowl of noodles.

If he didn't eat in advance, the old wizard would never leave him time to eat.

"Teacher, it's time to eat."

The old wizard nodded and raised his head from the large amount of parchment. When he was not wearing a hood, his white hair and beard looked particularly dazzling.

On the wrinkled face, the eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the light blue eyes looked very deep.

He slowly turned his head to look at the oily face, was silent for a moment, then walked over and picked up the spoon.

"Go and clean up, we'll go to Knockturn Alley later."

Knockturn Alley!

Anton's eyes widened, now it's finally confirmed, this is the world of Harry Potter!

Just don't know what year it is now?

When he crossed over, he followed this old wizard wandering everywhere, all in the desolate suburbs.

Sometimes he would not dare to say a single word to others when he encounters a gathering of strange people.

Must be the era of Harry Potter!

He prayed to himself.

It's not that he likes Harry Potter as a kid, but at this time, the first generation of demon kings was imprisoned, and the second generation of demon kings ran for their lives everywhere. As long as you find a way to enter Hogwarts to study, you can gain relative stability. life.

He was fed up with the days when he could be killed at any time.