Chapter 39 Old Demon (Please Read and Vote)

Chapter 39 The Old Goblin (please read and vote~)

Flitwick looked uncomfortable.

He raised his hand, paused, and gritted his teeth: "Squat down!"

Harry squatted down, and Flitwick continued to wave and patted his shoulder: "The mysterious man's name has magic, a very powerful magic."

“Whoever recites his name will be known to him.”

"No matter where they are, he can lock them in, then come and execute those who chant his name."

"But he is dead now, or can be considered dead." Harry shrugged.

Flitwick shook his head: "Of course, if you only have this kind of magic power."

"In fact, its name is also a curse."

"Only those who are truly not afraid of him will not be affected by this curse and can pronounce his name smoothly."

"And those who fear him will become more afraid of him, which in turn will give him strength and make him stronger."

Harry suddenly understood and nodded: "The effect of this curse hasn't disappeared yet?"

"No." Flitwick looked worried, "I always suspected that he was not dead until some time ago, Dumbledore told me that he was really not dead."

No wonder…

Those little wizards who are ordinary people will also shout "mysterious man" together. As long as they are afraid, they will be even more afraid.

"Okay, don't say such unpleasant things again." Flitwick cleared his throat, "It's time for me to take you away now."

"Disapparate?" Harry looked forward to it.

Flitwick shook his head: "No, you are still young, let's use a safer method."

He raised his wand.

Harry raised his head and looked into the distance. An unusually lively magic power surged out and gathered in the space. With a deafening explosion, a bright light came -

A purple, gaudy three-decker bus stopped in front of them.

On the windshield, "Knight Bus" was written in golden ink in cursive script.

A man in a purple uniform jumped down and introduced in an almost chanting voice: "Welcome to the Knight Bus to lend a helping hand to every wizard in trouble. Just raise your wand and we can take you wherever you want." Places to go."

"Let's go to Godric's Hollow." Flitwick waved his wand, and two gold galleons flew out and fell into the man's hand, "Two, just a bed."

"Don't you want a piece of chocolate? Just pay three more Sickles." The man enthusiastically promoted, "If you are willing to pay one more Sickle, you can get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush..."

Flitwick refused: "No, it's not necessary."

The man sighed, gave Flitwick twelve silver Sickles, and invited them to get in the car.

The space inside the carriage is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are six or seven beds, most of which are empty except for one passenger.

"Our new passengers, Professor Flitwick from Hogwarts, and the little wizard he brings with him." The conductor and driver boasted, with a proud tone.

This gave Harry a bad feeling.

Sit down on the two adjacent beds.

"Let's go!" the conductor shouted cheerfully.

There was another deafening explosion, and the whole bus rushed out at high speed like a rabbit, and even Harry almost stumbled.

As for Professor Flitwick, he rolled around on the bed twice.

"This car is really fast." Harry looked a little ugly.

The witcher's keen senses allowed him to capture all the information passing by his eyes and ears, but these complicated things were of no use. They were like rushing water, constantly washing through his brain, making his scalp numb.

It's still jumping around -

Harry had to adjust his focus all the time.

Flitwick looked at it clearly. He rolled around on the bed as the car swayed: "Harry, don't be so nervous, relax a little."

“That’s what the Knight Bus is.”

Half an hour later.

The conductor nudged another passenger awake: "Elgin's here."

The passenger struggled to get up, but before he could take more than two steps, his suitcase fell weakly onto his own and was thrown out by the conductor.

Less than half an hour.

The conductor smiled and spoke to them both: "Godric's Hollow is here!"

Harry took a deep breath and stood up.

The conductor was a little surprised: "It's incredible. You are the first little wizard to be so calm and collected while riding on our bus."

"Have you ever considered coming to work with us after graduation?"

"After all, we are also official employees of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry shook his head: "Thank you, but I have a question."

The conductor said seriously: "You said it."

Harry said: "You guys say the Knight Bus can go anywhere."

"Yes, as long as there is land, there is nothing we can't go to." The conductor raised his head, very proud.

Harry said expressionlessly: "Really?"

"Then I'm willing to pay you a galleons, or ten galleons, and take me to Gringotts' vault, whichever one you want, preferably the richest one."

The conductor's face froze.

The driver turned around and muttered: "No, that's not okay. We can't do anything illegal."

"Then change the advertisement, my dear gentlemen." Harry waved his wand and picked up his luggage - with Professor Flitwick by his side, he could use spells with confidence.

The conductor nodded with difficulty: "You are right, this may be a good suggestion."

Waited to get off the car.

"How about taking a break?" Flitwick suggested, his face turning pale. "There is also a wizard bar here."

Harry nodded: "Of course, I guess I need to take a break too."

Knight Bus…

It's really a terrible thing.

He would rather sit on the warlock's teleportation ten times than sit on that thing again.

Flitwick took him to the back door of the bar, took out his wand, tapped it gently, and then opened the door and walked in - a familiar feeling rushed towards him. It was the same as the Leaky Cauldron, dirty, but full of wizards.

"There are also many wizards who like to drink with Muggles, but most of them are still willing to stay in our world." Professor Flitwick introduced, "What should you drink, butterbeer?"

"A glass of whiskey, thank you," Harry said.

Flitwick shouted towards the bar: "Two whiskeys."

"Where do you want to go later?"

"Dumbledore said he wanted you to come home and see - you know what I mean."

"How about visiting Godric's Hollow? This is the most famous gathering place for half-wizards."

"Or... go directly to the blacksmith?"

Harry was silent for a while: "Go directly to the blacksmith. When everything is done, I will go home and take a look."

They had two drinks.

Professor Flitwick's face recovered a lot, he paid the money and took him out, walked through a long alley, and entered a crypt.

He walked through the cave again, reached a cave door, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

After a while, an old goblin opened the door and saw Flitwick, his eyes suddenly became sharp: "It's Professor Flitwick, the greatest human wizard duelist!"

"What a rare visitor. I thought you wouldn't come here again..."

"It's dirty and smelly underground."

Flitwick was also very rude: "Legnac, it's the letter. My best student needed a blacksmith, so he found you."

"Harry Potter." The old goblin raised his head with greedy eyes, "I heard that you are the heir of Gryffindor. The sword stolen by Gryffindor is also in your hands?"

"Not inherited yet," Harry replied.

It rubbed its hands: "If you are willing to return that sword to me, I can help you build what you want."

Flitwick was furious: "That's Gryffindor's thing, when did it become yours!"

"That was made by my great-great-grandfather." Legnac raised his head, "Things made by goblins belong to goblins! Gryffindor still occupied it after his death, that despicable and shameless human..."

Harry raised his wand and put it against its head: "Maybe I have to recite a few spells to clear your mind and talk business with me?"

Legnac stiffened.

"I want a good blacksmith to help me." Harry said softly, "But don't blackmail me about it, okay? I just got off that crazy car and I'm in a bad mood right now."

Legnac spat: "You human wizards are so despicable!"

"Alright alright."

"What kind of armor do you want to build?"

Harry waved his wand, and the suitcase opened. A piece of troll skin that was contained in a cloth bag flew out and landed in front of Legnac: "Troll skin, get a pair of leather armor."

"Oh, terrible material." Legnac muttered, "Why not use dragon skin? That is a high-quality material."

Harry's face was expressionless: "I'm still young, and you should know how expensive dragon skin is. I don't want an expensive armor that can only be worn for one or two years."

"Okay, the troll skin can make do." It reluctantly agreed, "Then we should discuss the price."

"let me see……"

"You have to get me a stove."

Harry raised an eyebrow: "You are a blacksmith and don't have your own furnace?"

"Aha, what a shameless question." Legnac clapped his hands and tsked twice, "Everything belongs to you human wizards."

"The most we fairies can have is a hiding place like a cave."

Professor Flitwick said: "I can cast a spell on you..."

"No, I want a real furnace." Legnak said extremely firmly, "This is a necessary condition, even if you give me less gold galleons."

Flitwick frowned.

Harry frowned too.

"Little wizard, you still have to grow up. The Sword of Gryffindor is less than one meter long. You will need a longer sword in the future, right?" Legnac continued, his tone becoming softer, "This is Something mutually beneficial.”

"It's just a furnace."

Thank you everyone, first in the category! Today is also the third update!

Thank you Su Zitian for the reward!

I'll do the math at night and see how much difference there will be after adding another update!