The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

The journey ends here, and what follows is an unknown adventure.

Anton licked the corners of his dry mouth. Since the time of crossing, he has never had any happy days. He often walks on the edge of life and death, which has long given him a new understanding.

If you want to live, then look down on life and death.

Opened the suitcase, carried the unconscious Lupin out, and tightly grasped the wand with his left hand in the sleeve of the broad wizard's robe.

Knocked lightly on the door.

dong dong dong.

Knocking on the door of a dangerous intelligent creature, Anton felt his heart beating along with the knock.

After waiting too long, steady and neat footsteps approached. The sound of opening the latch followed the sound of the chain, and the door slowly opened.

There are no old witches, no dark wizards with pustules on their faces, or goblins with strange and scary looks.

A girl standing very straight, er, or a little girl.

Her jet-black hair was very delicately managed, her dark blue eyes were full of indifference, her slender hands were hanging down in front of her lower abdomen, and her entire shoulders were lined by a dark green silk dress, making her look very dignified.

Delicate like a proud peacock.

An Dong raised his brows, this kind of look is particularly educated, looking like a medieval nobleman, wouldn't it be from a legendary pure-blood family?

The old wizard always said that these pure-blooded families had an ancient and decadent atmosphere, but Anton felt that this wandering wizard was jealous of these nobles who were born noble and blessed.

An Dong swallowed his saliva, lowered his head and looked at the piece of paper again, is this the goblin?

If he remembers correctly, the goblin in the wizarding world is the name of a species, not the Muggle name of 'goblin'.

"Mr. Pedro isn't here, you can wait a while." The little girl looked polite, but she had a faint alienation, as if it didn't matter who she was or what she looked like.

Anton nodded, "Thank you, can I go in and wait?"

The little girl gently opened the door, stood sideways, her whole body was as straight as if her head was raised, "My name is Anna Rozier."

Rozier!

Sure enough, it's a pure-blood family. Anton reacted instantly, this family is the standard villain in the Harry Potter series. Regardless of whether the first-generation Great Demon King Grindelwald or the second-generation Voldemort, there are figures of the Rozier family beside him.

An Dong became more and more cautious in his heart and nodded, "My name is An Dong."

Anna Rozier stared at him tightly, then turned and left gracefully.

Obviously, in the eyes of these rotten nobles, etiquette is the top priority. The young lady told her full name, but Anton didn't.

In Europe, the names of many polyphonic bytes have conventional abbreviations. Anton, when he is not particular, can also be the abbreviation of Anthony.

It's very suitable for ordinary addresses, but it's not suitable for introducing people to each other.

An Dong smiled lightly and ignored her.

His name is An Dong, his surname is An Dong, An is a big surname, and if we want to say honorable, our ancestor was also the second son of the Yellow Emperor, a standard surname.

He dragged Lupin half-back and half-pull in with great effort and put him on a delicately carved oak chair, Anton frowned.

He really couldn't imagine that Lupin, who was in the middle of the Harry Potter world, was hit by the Cruciatus?

Anton himself was tortured by the old wizard with the Cruciatus Curse every three days, and he didn't feel anything.

Is it really that weak?

Lupin's state was not very good, he was in a semi-conscious state, his eyes were rolling rapidly under his lids, and his face was as pale as if he had lost blood.

If this were to hang up directly, wouldn't I be afraid that it would change the world line?

If there is really no way, maybe the only way is to go to the post office to find an owl to write a letter to Dumbledore.

However, given Dumbledore's anti-black magic attitude, not to mention the contents of his suitcase, he might even lose his qualification to enter Hogwarts completely.

So, if he was going to contact Dumbledore, he had to throw away most of the stuff in the box.

Anton's expression changed for a while, and he quickly calculated the gains and losses in his heart.

In the end, he could only sigh silently. Lupin didn't leave early, but was hit by the Cruciatus in order to save himself.

People can never lose their conscience.

The goblin Pedro obviously didn't come back so soon. Anton looked out at the open door and sat down quietly.

Closing his eyes, the contents of the old wizard's diary that he read today came to mind again.

Regardless of whether it will become crazy or not, the 'Displacement Soul Curse' is the most suitable means of self-protection today.

The wand waving gesture has one more movement of turning and picking up than the 'Soul Shifting Charm'.

The only difference is the emotion of releasing this spell.

The old wizard mentioned what the Olaro witch explained and wrote a word - rebel!

Rebellion against rules, against superiority and inferiority, against life and death, against self. This kind of strong villain sentiment is not suitable for normal people.

Having been immersed in various extreme emotions for a long time and studying the magic of the soul, it is no wonder that this witch is crazy.

But obviously, Anton still thinks this is not difficult.

Isn't it just to condense his emotions? Of course, he has a rebellious emotion, and what he rebels against is the various situations that fate has blessed him with.

My life is up to me, and he especially likes a sentence in "The Legend of Wukong" - I want this day, I can't cover my eyes, I want this place, I can't bury my heart, I want all beings to understand me Meaning, I want those Buddhas to vanish into thin air!

This is not a middle school, this is a real struggle with fate.

And what fate gave him has never been fair.

He can understand and even accept it readily, accepting the poverty of the orphanage in his previous life, accepting people's discrimination against orphans, accepting the hardships of being helpless, accepting the ordinary that he does not have too much talent, accepting the encounter through transmigration to everything.

But that doesn't mean he's happy.

"Hahaha, Master Pedro, this is really interesting..." A hearty and elegant voice sounded, and a middle-aged man in a three-piece exquisite suit walked in.

Face to face with Anton who suddenly opened his eyes.

The strong emotion in those eyes made him gag the rest of his words.

Then, a short figure walked in, "Mr. Rozier, what's the matter?"

That figure was obviously the fairy Pedro.

1.3 meters tall, with a stouter physique than a normal human, with a tall, pointed nose on its huge head, and pointed upward ears beside the head.

He was wearing a brown suit with a pink vest mixed with gold threads, and a watch that looked extraordinarily complicated and well-made on his chest.

The huge eyes lit up as An Dong lit up, "Aha, I remember you!"

The goblin strode forward, glanced at Lupin, and stared at Anton, "You are the little apprentice next to Alex Fiennes!"

Anton's eyes narrowed, he remembered this man.

At a party in a dilapidated factory building in the suburbs, a large group of people who look like monsters and ghosts exchange messages and magic items for each other.

The body of the moonlight turtle that Anton killed was bought by this goblin at a high price.

This one is not a good person!

and…

Anton saw with his own eyes that the old wizard killed the witch next to the goblin with his death curse, and he didn't know what their relationship was.

Taking a deep breath, the wand in the wizard's robe clenched tightly.