Chapter 490
"Where did the little wizard come from?"
This was a very inferior pick-up call. If it were his romantic nephew, he could have done better.
Why do you know you are a wizard?
Bathilda blamed it on her intuition. This boy didn't look like a Muggle.
Although the young man could not see, when he turned his head, that moment brought invisible pressure.
It was only because the old aunt was a little slow that she didn't feel it.
The young man's expression was a little unbelievable, and he stood up groping with his hands.
His fingers touched a thorny vine.
The pitiful appearance made the old aunt who had been alone all her life unbearable.
"If possible, could I ask you where this is?" The young man restrained his pressure and asked very politely.
This is much more polite than his nephew.
"Poor child, this is the woods of Godric's Hollow. Where is your family?"
…
In Bathilda Bagshot's house.
There was a smell in the attic, a musty smell from damp wood.
There was supposed to be a leak at the stairs, but the owner didn't seem to bother fixing it.
John was a little lucky. Although he landed a little off, he was still within his own country.
The person he met was also a wizard.
But she must be a very nerdy wizard, because she doesn't even know the famous John Wick.
Thinking that he is some poor little wizard.
It doesn't matter to John, he will repay the other person later.
There was something wrong with his eyes. John guessed that it was something related to souls and curses. If he mixed some soul potions, even if he couldn't return to normal, he wouldn't be able to see everything in black now.
Picking up a cookie from the table, John guessed it had chocolate added.
When he ate it, he could barely tell the difference.
"Thank you for your hospitality." John chuckled, "How can I help you?"
"I don't think there's anything you can do to help me." Old Aunt Bathilda shook her head.
She just overflowed with compassion and took the baby home.
I don't expect this child to be able to help me.
Judging from his age, this child should be a student.
"Are you a student at Hogwarts?" Bathilda asked, "It seems that the holiday hasn't started yet."
"Huh?" John frowned. This man couldn't tell the time. He said patiently, "You remembered wrong, it's already a holiday."
"There is a fifth-year Hogwarts student in my neighbor's house." Bathilda said in disbelief, "He hasn't come home yet."
"Maybe something delayed him," John shrugged, "I've been on vacation for a week...wait a minute."
Thinking of a possibility, John's face tightened and he asked hurriedly: "What day is today?"
Bathilda said: "May 3rd, I remember it right."
When John heard her answer, he confirmed his guess and murmured a little absently: "It seems that the deviation is not the position."
Something went wrong with time.
The Hogwarts school year ended in mid-June, and now the time has turned back more than a month.
Besides...
Maybe more than a month.
John asked with some difficulty: "Excuse me...how old is it now?"
There was some confusion about his question, but Bathilda's dull emotions found nothing wrong and said: "99 years."
John was dumbfounded, was he in the future?
Then, he heard Bathilda say: "In 1899, you seemed to be a confused person too."
1899?
Going back nearly a hundred years?
John was completely silent now.
Bathilda complained somewhat: "You have a lot of problems."
"Sorry, last question," John smiled bitterly at Bathilda, "Do you have a time turner?"
…
Obviously, as a writer, Bathilda Bagshot had no connection with the Silent People.
John was taken in.
Because he has nowhere else to go.
Although he claimed that he was a sixth-year student at Hogwarts and was not expelled, Bathilda seemed to regard this as his stubbornness.
He also learned the name of the person who rescued him, Bathilda Bagshot.
The name sounded familiar. John recalled it carefully but didn't recall it.
After all, his brain is not a computer and can continuously store things.
In other words, he can't think of it right now.
Because he had just experienced a drama of being exiled from the entire magical world.
"Such a thing, even if Magic hates me again, there won't be a second time, right?"
Magic also has rules. It's fair to be exiled once you break it.
I just didn't expect that I would return to the world, but it would be in the last century.
Fortunately, John doesn't have to deal with Voldemort anymore.
In this year, Voldemort was not born yet.
He took up his abode at Bathilda's house.
John could not see.
But his magic is still there.
"Maybe I can go find my teacher."
His mind moved and he thought of his teacher.
During this period, Nico Flamel was still alive and somewhere.
However, as soon as this idea came up, John himself rejected it.
There are also taboos about time magic.
Two of the most important points.
No contact with your past self.
Nothing can be changed about the past.
Someone once did this, and the result was that the whole history of that family was changed, and the price paid was heavy.
John had to be careful in this world.
Because if he does something, it will probably change the entire world in the future, and even affect himself.
"You need to proceed with caution before going back."
He was in Bathilda's attic, thinking a lot.
John caught the sound of a drop of water falling to the ground.
He got up and walked out to the stairs.
Tap your fingers on the armrest.
The super-sensible spell is activated.
He 'saw' where the dripping water was.
Reach out and aim for that spot.
Confidently said: "Reparo"
A ray of white light flew out from John's palm, and then...
"boom!"
"What happened?" Bathilda was alerted.
Looking at the top of the broken skylight, Bathilda was stunned.
Also shocked was John.
He remembered that what he released was a repair spell.
The fingers were pressed together stiffly and then released.
"I'd better not abuse my magic until I get a new wand."
John gave Bathilda a polite smile to hide his embarrassment.
Bathilda looked at the skylight that was penetrated by the crushing spell, and then at John's shy face.
Finally, the leak in Bathilda's house was repaired.
Yes, Bathilda repaired it.
After all, he is also a wizard. If he hadn't been too lazy to pay attention to it, he wouldn't have missed it until now.
John's crushing spell forced Bathilda to consider whether her home would become even more humid due to a heavy rain.
However, Bathilda asked John and gave the student who was suspected of being expelled from Hogwarts a warning.
For wizards to cast spells, it is best to use a wand.
Casting spells without a wand is something that requires extreme proficiency in magic.
"Okay, I'm a bad student."
John was helpless, he was the king of Slytherin, a talented student who ranked first in Hogwarts all year round, and even Hermione could not shake him.
One day he would be regarded as a scumbag, the kind of scumbag who would be expelled.
If you tell it, it will probably make Malfoy laugh to death.
In fact, even if Bathilda didn't say anything, John didn't plan to continue using magic.
He was afraid of blowing up the place if he lost control again.
John decided to remain a non-magical person until he regained his wand.
And there is even more bad news about this time travel.
The Sword of Silverwick is lost.
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Chapter 511 Hello, blind man
The Sword of Silver Wake has a magical contract with John.
Whenever John needs to use it, he only needs to hold it lightly in the void, and the Sword of Silver Wake will appear.
Perhaps due to the impact of being banished, or perhaps due to the different times, the Sword of Silver Wick could not be summoned by John.
