Chapter 39 The Old Fairy (please read, please 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 he is, he can target him and then come and execute those who chant his name."

"But he is dead now, or in other words, he 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."

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

"let me see……"

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

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

"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?"

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

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

"It's such a rare visitor. I thought you wouldn't come here again..."

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

Flitwick frowned.

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

"You have to prepare a stove for me."

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

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

The sharp senses of the demon hunter 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.

Flitwick shouted towards the bar: "Two whiskeys."

This gave Harry a bad feeling.

"No, I want a real furnace." Legnac said extremely firmly, "This is a necessary condition. You can give me less gold galleons."

Flitwick refused: "No, no need."

"Disapparate?" Harry looked forward to it.

Knight Bus…

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

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

The conductor's face froze.

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

"Dumbledore said he wanted you to come home and have a look - you know what I'm talking about."

"Where do you want to go later?"

Legnac stiffened.

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

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

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

Less than half an hour.

"Not inherited yet," Harry replied.

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

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

"Alright alright."

The conductor said seriously: "You say."

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

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

Harry took a deep breath and stood up.

"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."

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

Half an hour later.

Sit down on the two adjacent beds.

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

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."

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

"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 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.

"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?"

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.

No wonder…

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

"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."

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

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

"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."

Harry had to adjust his focus at any time.

It's still jumping around -

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

The conductor nudged another passenger awake: "Elgin is here."

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

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

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

Harry suddenly understood and nodded: "The effect of this curse has not disappeared yet?"

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

"Okay, stop saying such unpleasant things." Flitwick cleared his throat, "It's time for me to take you away now."

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 -

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

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

Harry's face was expressionless: "Really?"

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!"

"It's dirty and smelly underground."

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

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

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

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

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