Flitwick looked uncomfortable.

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

Harry crouched down before Flitwick continued to wave his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "The mysterious man's name has magic, very powerful magic. ”

"Whoever recites his name will know him."

"Wherever he is, he can lock it down, and then he will come and put to death those who recite his name."

"But he's dead now, or rather, he can be dead." Harry shrugged.

Flitwick shook his head, "Of course, if only this kind of magic. ”

"Actually, 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 fear him more, which in turn will give him strength and make him stronger."

Harry suddenly nodded, "The effect of this curse hasn't gone away yet?" ”

"Nope." Flitwick's face was worried, "I always suspected that he wasn't dead until some time ago, when Dumbledore told me that he really wasn't dead. ”

No wonder...

Those little wizards from ordinary people will also shout "mystery man" along with them, as long as they are afraid, they will be even more afraid.

"Well, don't say anything unpleasant about it." Flitwick cleared his throat, "Now it's time for me to take you away." ”

"Apparition?" Harry was expectant.

Flitwick shook his head: "No, you're still young, let's go it safe." ”

He raised his wand.

Harry looked up and into the distance, and an unusually lively magic energy poured out, converging in space, and with a deafening explosion, a bright light struck-

A purple, bell-and-whistle three-story bus pulled up in front of them.

On the windshield, the words "Knight Bus" are written in gold ink.

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

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

"Why don't you have a chocolate? Just pay three more sikos. The man enthusiastically sold, "If you're willing to pay an extra sico, you'll get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush......

Flitwick refused: "No, no. ”

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

The space in the carriage was much larger than it looked from the outside, with six or seven beds, mostly empty, except for one passenger.

"Our new passengers, Professor Flitwick of Hogwarts, and the little wizard he brought with him." The conductor and driver boasted, their tone triumphant.

This gave Harry a bad feeling.

Sit down on two adjacent beds.

"Let's go!" The conductor shouted happily.

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

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

"It's really fast." Harry's face was a little ugly.

The witcher's keen senses allowed him to catch all the information that passed by his eyes and ears, and these complicated things were useless, like rushing water, constantly washing over his brain, making his scalp tingle.

It's also bouncing around—

Harry had to adjust his focus on the go.

Flitwick looked very open, and he rolled around on the bed as the car swayed: "Harry, don't be so nervous, relax. ”

"That's how the knight bus is."

Half an hour later.

The conductor woke up another passenger: "Elgin has arrived." ”

The passenger struggled to get up, but before he could take two steps, he weakly smashed into his suitcase and was thrown out by the conductor.

Less than half an hour.

The conductor smiled and said to the two of them, "Godric's Hollow has arrived!" ”

Harry took a deep breath and stood up.

The conductor was a little surprised: "It's incredible, you're the first little wizard to ride our bus and still be so calm." ”

"Have you ever considered coming to work with us when you graduate?"

"Anyway, we're also regular employees of the Ministry of Magic."

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

The conductor was serious: "You say." ”

Harry said, "You say, the knight's bus can go anywhere." ”

"Yes, as long as it's on land, there's nothing we can't go." The conductor raised his head and was proud.

Harry was expressionless: "Really? ”

"Then I'll pay you one Galleon, or ten, and take me to the vaults of Gringotts, whichever one is yours, preferably the richest."

The conductor's face froze.

The driver turned around and muttered, "No, that's not going to work, we can't do anything illegal." ”

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

The conductor nodded with difficulty: "You're right, this might be a good suggestion." ”

Wait to get out of the car.

"How about a break?" Flitwick suggested, his face pale, "There's a wizard's bar here, too." ”

Harry nodded, "Of course, I think I'll have to take a break, too." ”

Knight Bus...

It's a terrible thing.

He'd rather take a Warlock teleportation ten times than sit on that thing again.

Flitwick led him to the back door of the bar, pulled out his wand, tapped it, and pushed the door in—the familiarity came over him, just like the Leaky Cauldron, dirty, but full of wizards.

"There are quite a few wizards who like to drink with Muggles, but most of them prefer to stay in our world." Professor Flitwick introduced, "Drink something, Butterbeer?" ”

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

Flitwick yelled at the bar, "Two whiskeys." ”

"Where do you want to go?"

"Dumbledore said he wanted you to come home and see—you know what I'm talking about."

"Or a visit to Godric's Hollow? This is the most famous gathering place for half-wizards. ”

"Or... Go straight to the blacksmith? ”

Harry was silent for a moment: "Go directly to the blacksmith, and when everything is done, I'll go home and have a look." ”

They drank two glasses.

Professor Flitwick regained his face, paid the money, and led him out the door, through a long alley, into a crypt.

And he walked through the crypt to the door of a cavern, and raised his hand and knocked at the door.

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

"But what a rarity, I thought you wouldn't come to this ...... again"

"It's dirty, smelly."

Flitwick was also very polite: "Legnack, it's a matter of letters, my best student needed a blacksmith to find you. ”

"Harry Potter." The old goblin raised his head, his eyes greedy, "I heard that you are the inheritor of Gryffindor, and the sword that was stolen by Gryffindor is also in your hand?" ”

"Not inherited yet." Harry replied.

It rubbed its hands together, "If you're willing to give me back that sword, I can help you build what you want." ”

Flitwick thundered: "That's Gryffindor stuff, when is it yours!" ”

"It was built by my great-grandfather." Legnak raised his head, "What the goblins build belongs to the goblins!" Gryffindor still occupies it after his death, that vile, shameless human ......"

Harry raised his wand and rested it on its head, "Maybe I'll have to say a few spells to get your mind clear and have a good business with me?" ”

Legnack stiffened.

"I want a good blacksmith to help me." Harry whispered, "But don't threaten me with this, okay?" I just got out of that crazy car and I'm in a bad mood. ”

Legnak spat out, "You human wizards are so despicable! ”

"Okay, okay."

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

With a wave of his wand, Harry's trunk opened, and a troll skin in a cloth bag flew out and landed in front of Legnak: "Troll skin, hit a pair of leather armor." ”

"Oh, bad material." Legnack muttered, "Why don't you use dragon skins?" That's a high-quality material. ”

Harry was expressionless: "I'm still young, you know how expensive dragon skins are, I don't want an expensive armor that can only be worn for a year or two." ”

"Well, the troll skin can barely make do." It reluctantly complied, "Then we should negotiate the price." ”

"I want to think about ......"

"You'll need to get me a stove."

Harry raised an eyebrow: "You're a blacksmith and don't have your own stove?" ”

"Aha, what a shameless question." Legnak clapped his hands and snorted twice, "Everything belongs to you human wizards. ”

"The most we goblins can have is a crypt-like hideout."

Professor Flitwick spoke, "I can give you ...... with a spell"

"No, I want a real stove." Legnac said firmly, "This is a necessary condition, even the Golden Galleon can give me less." ”

Flitwick frowned.

Harry frowned as well.

"Little wizard, you still have to grow up, the Gryffindor sword is less than a meter, and you will need a longer sword in the future, won't you?" Legnak continued, his tone softer, "It's mutually beneficial. ”

"It's just a stove."