The old wizard never stayed in one place for too long. This log cabin originally belonged to a reclusive lumberjack.
With a spell from the old wizard, it quickly collapsed.
"Quickly, quickly." The old wizard smiled unscrupulously, "Let's go."
Anton pouted. He didn't plan to come back in the future, and there was no need to demolish the house. He was a natural villain.
He dragged the huge suitcase behind him with great effort. The brown leather suitcase looked a little worn, and its size was larger than his young physique.
A traceless stretching spell was released in the box, which contained all the research materials and belongings of the old wizard, as well as an iron cage for the werewolf.
The box is not heavy, but Anton was hanged in mid-air before, and his wrist was in tear-like pain, so he could only take one step and stop.
The old wizard glanced back at him with a frown, and finally waved his wand.
"The power is multiplied!"
Anton only felt that his heart was thumping violently, and he could even feel the thumping of a blood vessel behind his ear.
His body felt icy cold, and the box in his hand suddenly fluttered like a box of biscuits.
As for the pain at the wrist, it was only slightly relieved.
"Since you can move it, hurry up!" The old wizard was a little impatient, and Anton quickly followed.
He walked behind him, frowning at the back of the old wizard and pondering. According to what he had seen in Harry Potter, the old wizard had many options to release the spell just now.
For example, "Brakium Emendo", to heal his wrist, or use a floating spell to make the box float.
Then, why didn't he?
Anton had a bold guess. Could it be that this savage wizard had not been taught by the magic academy and did not know how to release these two spells?
This is so interesting.
He decided to keep watching.
Let's see if this wizard is a wild one, and if so, can it be explained that he doesn't know the most profound magic without wands?
He didn't dare to be arbitrary, and kept reminding himself to be more cautious.
He had only one chance. If the old wizard finds out that he was going to resist, he would definitely kill him on the spot.
After walking a mile of mountain road, they finally came to a wide concrete road.
Soon, a retro-looking emerald green sedan stopped in front of them, and after a while, it set off again.
Speeding along the road, he finally stopped in front of a large bookstore on Charing Cross Road in Westminster, London.
The owner of the car looked around with a puzzled face, and picked up his mobile phone in a panic as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Hey, dear, I didn't mean to be late. I encountered a miraculous thing. I actually returned to the city. No, no, I haven't set off yet. Listen to my explanation, dear? Hello?"
Beside him, the old wizard pushed open the car door and walked out. Anton lifted the trunk of the car and followed behind with the suitcase.
The two walked quietly towards a dilapidated small bar next to the bookstore.
The fancy clothes on Anton's body didn't attract anyone's attention, and even a middle-aged man on the phone almost ran into Anton head-on.
It was as if no one saw him at all.
Leaky Cauldron, these words are written on the shabby signboard.
The old wizard was not here for consumption. He ignored the greeting from the tavern owner Tom, went straight to the small patio at the back, and tapped the bricks on the wall with his wand.
The brick wall seems to have been applied with advanced special effects. It rolled to reveal the hole. Looking out along the hole, the bustling crowd is walking on the street.
Gently kicking the trash can, moving it a little, and the old wizard walked in as if nothing had happened.
According to the normal process, one should count the bricks on the trash can up to three, then count two horizontally, and tap the wall with a wand three times. The brick would shake and a small hole would appear in it, and finally the hole would change into an archway leading to Diagon Alley.
But what if the location of the trash can was moved?
Even if this wizard didn't practice black magic, he must be a person who hated surprises.
Anton rolled his eyes behind him and followed him with his suitcase.
Obviously, the old wizard didn't dare to stay in Diagon Alley, and quickly walked into a dark alley in the corner.
The atmosphere here changed abruptly, and even the sky became dark. The road was crooked against the wall, and the wizards passing by looked abnormal. Clearly, they had entered Knockturn Alley.
"Wait here!"
The old wizard took the suitcase in his hand and dragged his aged body laboriously to the first shop at the entrance of the alley.
Anton raised his eyebrows.
He can't cast spells!
This was his first thought.
How can that be?
This is the second thought.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
At this moment, a group of chattering children stopped at Diagon Alley outside Knockturn Alley.
All of them had rare red hair.
The twins were trying their best to persuade their mother, "Mum, maybe you can go and have a leisurely afternoon tea. We can buy robes from Mrs. Malkin's and also buy a wand."
Their mother was obviously moved, hesitated for a moment, but still worried about the two of them, "No, I have to watch over you!".
Behind them, there was a little boy who looked similar to Anton, with a freckled face, staring at Anton in the alley with wide eyes.
The sun shone on the little boy's red hair and on the colored lollipop in his hand.
"Dammit!" The mother suddenly exclaimed, and glanced at Knockturn Alley, which was full of malicious eyes, "How can we stop here."
She urged the children to leave quickly, and pulled up the freckled little boy, "Ron, hurry up, why are you daydreaming?."
Ron blinked, looked curiously at the little wizard in the dark alley, and quickly followed.
"Ron Weasley!" Anton raised the corner of his mouth and took a step back into the darkness of Knockturn Alley.
He now knew the exact time.
This was one of the three protagonists of the "Harry Potter" novel, and his two twin brothers are two years older than them.
He heard the twins clamoring to buy a wand themselves.
In other words, now is the first two years of Harry Potter's admission!
He now had the best way to escape the clutches of the old man, which was to rush out and grab Ron's mother, telling her that he was a child caught by the dark wizard.
Molly, who had a strong sense of justice and strength, would definitely save him.
But he had a doubt.
The old wizard knew he would try to escape, yet he let him wait at the door so casually. He didn't dare to take the risk.
Anton lightly rubbed his wrist, silently staring at the complicated tattoo on his wrist.
A combination of a few curves and a square, plus a few runes that he couldn't understand.
He didn't know if it had any significance.
His memory of the original body was very vague, and it could even be said that apart from the almost instinctive language memory, he couldn't remember anything else.
He didn't remember how old he was, what his name was, where he came from, and how he fell into the hands of the old man.
He didn't know what precautions the old man had taken against him.
But he knew that only a dead old man would no longer threaten him!
It didn't take long for the old man to come out, and An Dong hurriedly took the suitcase with a smile on his face.
"Come on, I'll take you to buy a wand."
Damn! Were you poor?? Where the hell do you get your money from?
The plan failed, Anton silently followed behind, and continued to patiently wait for the next flaw of the old wizard.