The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

He called for the 'Knight Bus' to come to the Leaky Cauldron again, and the owner, old Tom, warmly entertained him.

It's still the same room number 11.

Anton carefully counted Jin Galleon in his pocket, "Spending money is like flowing water."

Obviously, this is not a normal state of life. The Knight Bus used to travel is very expensive. Although the Leaky Cauldron Bar looks shabby, in terms of consumption level, it is equivalent to staying in a Muggle five-star hotel.

This is the money that the moonlight turtle's brain has exchanged for!

Extremely precious magic material, and very rare. The old wizard would rather eat plain noodles and eat steamed buns every day than sell this stuff for money.

Anton felt a sense of guilt when using it. It felt as if Harry Potter exchanged the Gryffindor sword for Jin Galleon, and then went out to get a special car and a hotel.

Do not!

Different!

The Gryffindor Sword belongs to Hogwarts.

And the magic material belongs to Anton himself.

This is my magic material, I cry blood in my heart. Anton beat his chest. It's hard to get it!

Although his potions have not reached the level of using such high-end ingredients, but if he doesn't sell it, it's a good thing to take it out and play with it from time to time.

Of course, he has no choice now.

Being alive is already a fluke.

Now that he has finally escaped the clutches of the old wizard, he has also helped Lupin find a place to heal, and he can start planning for his future life.

Anton didn't hesitate and made a quick decision.

When Lupin is cured, he will discuss with him whether to stay in the wizarding society or go to the Muggle society. With an adult in front of him, he will be much more relaxed.

But now, he should find a place to live and study the mysterious magic.

Now he knows two magic spells, the soul-shifting spell and the misplaced soul spell. These two spells are not suitable for him, but Anton always remembers the first time he used the soul-shifting spell to lie on the bed for two days.

The second time he used it on Lupin, it should be that the magic potion from the 'Wizard's Eye' had invisibly replenished a lot of energy.

The night was getting darker, and the dim oil lamps in the room were not as bright as the street lamps shining in from the street outside.

Anton rubbed his suitcase, lost in thought.

He didn't have nothing, at least he inherited a large inheritance from his teacher.

But the problem now is that this thing is too big, it is inconvenient for him to carry, and his young ten-year-old body is dragging a box larger than himself. He is just telling everyone - come and grab me.

Tomorrow, go to Diagon Alley to see if there is a small traceless stretch spell, it's worth the money.

It's best to have a ring-shaped storage space like the one in fantasy novels, and the carrying experience is particularly great.

Lifting the suitcase to the bed, he found a rope to tie the handle of the suitcase to his arm, and Anton blew out the oil lamp.

……

"I'm sorry, we didn't sell it, little wizard." The owner of the Wizeec Magic Supply Store pushed his glasses and said with his hands spread out.

Anton said he couldn't understand.

"Your shop is the biggest magic item shop in Diagon Alley!"

The boss smiled, "It's an honor to receive your evaluation."

"But we really didn't sell it, and you can't possibly buy it."

Anton frowned suspiciously. He vaguely had the impression that Hermione made a small purse with a traceless stretching spell when she was a student? Is it hard to do this stuff?

Did he remember it wrong? Or is this just a fanfiction made up by yourself?

What is the original like?

Seeing that Anton was standing there, the store owner couldn't help pointing to Anton's suitcase, and then motioned to the top box on the wall shelf, "You have a classic model from five years ago, and now the new suitcase will look at it. It’s a lot more refined, but it doesn’t make much difference in appearance volume.”

Saying that, he shrugged, "Except for luggage and tents, you won't buy any products that use the Unmarked Stretch Charm."

"The Ministry of Magic has strict regulations. Apart from these two things, the Unmarked Stretching Charm is forbidden to be used for private purposes, and even wizards are not allowed to expand their own houses. After all, a small house walks out of a few hundred people and will freak out. Guaranteed, this would be a serious violation of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act."

He squeezed his eyes and nose, as if thinking of something to laugh at, "There is no Knockturn Alley, you know, although there are dark wizards in it, they don't dare to cross the bottom line of the Ministry of Magic."

This was troublesome. Anton walked around the store unwillingly, and finally spent money to buy a pocket.

"Made from dragon skins, these Hebridean black dragons are aggressive by nature, and their leather is highly resistant to magic spells." The shop owner said, pulling his pockets hard, indicating that the thing is strong.

The **** pack is an adult style. It is used by Anton as a messenger bag. It hangs on the chest and can be well hidden by wearing a wizard's robe.

Can be used to hold some more important things.

But such a small amount of capacity is simply a drop in the bucket. Not to mention the information on the two bookshelves in the box, even all kinds of potion materials, can't be stuffed into it.

"It's troublesome now."

Anton stood on the street of Diagon Alley, watching people coming and going, always feeling that some malicious people were staring at him.

Finally, he raised his head, and there was an extremely luxurious house at the intersection of this alley.

- Gringotts.

Gringotts, as the bank of the wizarding world, does not have the function of saving.

Depositing money here is a bit like opening a safe in a Muggle bank. The goblins don't care whether you put money or items in it, as long as you pay enough storage fees.

In fan fiction and movie clips, it always feels unsafe here, and greedy goblins keep stealing.

But Anton still felt between the lines of the novel how safe this place was.

Dumbledore trusted this place, where he kept his precious Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort also trusted this place, where he stored his Second Life Horcrux.

"I hope it's not too expensive." Anton walked with the box, this big box was too much trouble for him!

The gate to Gringotts faces Diagon Alley, and a white stone staircase leads to two gleaming bronze doors. Next to the gate stood a goblin dressed in a scarlet-gold uniform~www.readwn.com~ bowed to him and made a gesture of invitation.

The goblin here is a little different from the Pedro Anton met before. The skin is darker and the body is thinner. Although the clothes are exquisite, they do not have the extravagant feeling of Pedro.

After entering, there is a silver door with a series of words engraved on the door: 'Please come in, stranger, but please be careful of the consequences of greed. ...'

Probably it was the warning, but Anton ignored it and continued to walk in, the loud voice came to his face.

The inner hall is very large, mainly dark tones, and under the illumination of the chandelier, there is an inexplicable sense of solemnity.

A goblin came over, "May I ask what you want to do?"

"Keep things." Anton clapped the box in his hand neatly.

The best way to meet these cunning people is not to show any expression, to speak as little as possible, so that people can't guess their own foundation. This is the state even if the powerful old wizard wanders in the chaotic land.

The fairy's eyes lit up, "It looks like there's a lot in it, you might need to set up a vault."

Anton nodded, "It doesn't need to be too big, I just want to have a small secret vault of my own."

Pretending to accidentally reveal ambiguous words is also the experience of the old wizard.

The goblin looked at him up and down, especially after staring at Anton's hair for a while, and then nodded clearly, "Young little wizards always want to have their own vaults, after all, no one likes to let their parents know that they are secretly secretive. What is there?"

"There is an emergency solution when you occasionally go out alone."

? ? ?

What are you thinking about?

Anton complained in his heart, without any expression on his face, nodded, "Let's lead the way."