Chapter 337

When Anton came down the stairs, the friends were staring at the wand in front of them with changing expressions.

"Okay, okay, don't compete with your own heart."

The wand fluttered and fell into Anton's hands. He clapped his hands together and spread them out again. The wand was gone.

As usual, everyone would exclaim a few words to save face, but now everyone fell silent.

Neville looked at Anton sadly, "I really wanted to hold the wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse on him just now, really, I tried my best to hold back."

"I know there's nothing wrong with it, I'm doing it for justice."

"I know I'm wrong again, I can't do this, so what's the difference between me and an evil black wizard."

Anton thought for a while, "The process of controlling your own heart is also controlling your magic power, Neville, maybe just a 'justice' is not enough to explain all the truths of the world, you should think a little more."

Neville didn't say anything more, just nodded silently.

Hannah looked at him worriedly, "Neville, I just saw that these are actually magical plants."

She tried to divert Neville's attention, "This is a natural greenhouse, it's incredible, it's snowing everywhere outside."

"Yeah, I just noticed those big green tongues, this 'Lover's Lies' herb (Lyglossus spp.) is one of the ingredients used to make fat tongue taffy, but we only had it in Diagon Alley I bought a little bit of dried leftovers." George looked at these tongues that looked like they didn't want money growing everywhere in amazement.

Fred made an extremely subtle gesture with his fingers, "Only add a little bit each time. This herb is too expensive, and we simply don't want to use too much."

Anton looked at them with a smile, "There is a big poisonous tentacle on the second floor."

"Merlin's beard!" George and Fred exclaimed, they were too sensitive about the price of this thing.

"We've always wanted to study a quick-acting skipping sugar, but Professor Sprout didn't let us get close to her poisonous tentacles, so we had to temporarily shelve this plan." George said pleasantly.

Fred was also excited. He looked at George with bright eyes, "It's not just quick-acting skipping class sugar, we all know that we have too many ideas to realize."

"For the great mischief!" the two said simultaneously in an aria, clapping again.

"Anton, let's buy this place!"

Everyone is very excited.

Look, the members of the hut have reached an agreement. This is the difference between reading and not reading. The owner of the house will only think that these things are the curse of the devil. After so many years, he doesn't know how much Galleon was wasted.

It is estimated that it can be piled up into a mountain.

Anton waved his wand lightly, and Bach, the owner of the house, was freed from the influence of the Oblivion Curse.

"Sir, sir." Anton shook him anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Bach stared at him blankly, then turned his head to look around, and finally came back to his senses, "Damn! Damn! This place is too scary!"

Anton nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's terrible."

He looked at a gray-green palm at his feet with some fear, "After buying this house, I may have to hire a powerful master to lift the curse here, which will definitely cost a lot of money."

He looked a bit hesitant, and turned his head to discuss with his companion beside him, "I know you guys really like the shape of the wine barrel in this house, but we may have to consider other things..."

Snapped.

Bach quickly grabbed Anton's arm and looked at him nervously, "No! Just buy my house! You only need to pay 80% of the original price! 80%!"

Hannah was pleasantly surprised, oh my god, in this way, if they paid for the house, there would still be some left over, and she would have enough money to furnish this place.

Happy.

I almost laughed out loud.

Just as he was about to speak, his eyes met Anton's serious eyes, he stuck out his tongue involuntarily, and shrank behind Neville.

"But……"

Anton still looked very conflicted, "It looks scary here, if we sleep here in the future, we will have nightmares in the middle of the night."

"Let's go."

Bach quickly got up and grabbed Anton's arm firmly, "Don't, don't, I know, you must still be interested in this house, right, otherwise you wouldn't hesitate."

"Well, let me be more straightforward, you only need to pay half of it!"

"Really, half, as long as you nod, I will take you to a lawyer to go through all the formalities."

"In that case..." Anton seemed very excited, as if he was about to agree, but at this moment, a big white bear roared from the second floor.

Then, there was a loud bang, as if the great white bear had exploded.

"Merlin's beard!" Anton pointed to the stairs on the second floor in horror, "There are monsters up there!"

"Let's run! Ah~~~"

He screamed and rushed out of the gate, and several friends yelled in agreement, as if something terrible was about to run down from the second floor.

Phew~~~

He never expected that this 300-pound strong man was more agile than them, and he rushed out first with his long, muscular legs, rounded a corner, and disappeared in an instant.

this……

Anton blinked, almost dying of laughter, this product is simply the best.

Neville stared blankly at this scene, "If he runs away, will we be unable to buy a house?"

"He ran away, but the house can't run away." Anton chuckled and looked up at the house. He wondered if there was any Feng Shui saying in the wizarding world, and if so, whether this place was considered a dangerous place.

There are two curse products in it.

There is also the third floor, the ghost knows if there is something inexplicable in it.

"Let's stop here today." Anton clapped his hands with a smile, "Let's let him hang out for a few days, and when he comes back next weekend, he will be tortured to the point of collapse by anxiety. When he meets us again, he will definitely Begging us to buy it, give me a price that satisfies me."

Neville took a breath, "It's already half off, Merlin's beard, you evil Slytherin."

George and Fred could no longer agree, and nodded in unison, "It's really evil, but I like it."

So, everyone laughed, and the laughter rippled far away.

The owner of the house, Bach, ran back again. Seeing the smiles on the faces of these little wizards who survived the catastrophe, his heart skipped a beat.

It's over, it's like this again!

His house seemed to have become a curse, and he would never be able to sell it, just hang him like this, let him guard the house for decades.

He has had enough!

He can even give the house away without asking for a penny, as long as it no longer belongs to him.

but……

If he doesn't pay off his gambling debts, it seems that he really can't leave the village. If he sneaks away, he will be found and buried in the mountains.

He knew that those wizards who run casinos have great ability to find people.

Gritting his teeth, Bach rushed over, looked at Anton's shocked expression, and raised four fingers viciously, "Forty percent, I'll give you at least forty percent, otherwise I won't be able to pay off the debt, and I can only wait for the next buyer." .”

To tell the truth, this hope is extremely slim.

But it was precisely because of this house that those people did not pursue debts from him.

This was clearly his limit. George and the others looked at each other and felt that trading at this price was a pure profit.

Anton was obviously shaken. He muttered 40% and looked back to the second floor of the house.

"no!"