Fred and George looked at him seriously. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't think we need to..."

"These things are not something a little wizard can get." The man in black robe interrupted them, "I think you must need these things, don't you?"

"I bet I'm the only one in Hogsmeade that can get what you want."

Harry asked, "Where's the goods?"

The black-robed man shook his head: "Those are contraband, my dear little sir, I can't possibly carry them with me, especially the fire ash snake eggs. Those little guys are big trouble."

"What's the price?" Harry asked.

The black-robed man's face was hidden under his cloak, but his tone was filled with greed, enough to imagine his expression: "I wonder how much you can offer?"

"I can offer ten Galleons," Harry thought for a moment and replied.

The black-robed man shook his head: "No, no, no, these things are hard to come by, twenty Galleons."

"Take me to see your goods first." Harry waved his hand. "If they are good, I don't mind paying you this much."

The man in black robe said with joy: "Of course, follow me."

Harry took a step forward, but before he could take a single step, he was pulled back by Fred.

"Harry, you can't go with him." He lowered his voice, "My father said that people like this are very likely to be dark wizards."

"Don't worry, he's safe." Harry patted Fred's hand.

Safety?

The Weasley brothers were stunned.

The man was covered in a black robe and was a textbook example of a dangerous person.

How can we come to a safe assessment?

Fred didn't let go, and George pulled Harry's sleeve again.

"He gives me even less feeling than a troll." Harry raised his hand and pulled down his sunglasses, revealing his eyes. "Trust me, he'll be fine."

"If you're worried, you can wait here."

Harry slapped their hands away and followed the black-robed wizard to the corner of the village.

Fred and George hesitated for a moment, gritted their teeth, and followed. It was impossible for them to leave Harry alone.

The black-robed wizard walked further and further away, almost leaving the village. He stopped only when he reached a corner.

"I hid them here, wait for me to take them out." The man in black robe spoke gently to Harry, slowly squatted down, and groped towards the corner.

Suddenly, with a flick of the wrist, the wand slid out of his sleeve, turned over the knuckles, and pointed at Harry.

"Fainted!"

Red light shot out.

Harry was prepared and dodged to the side, and the spell missed.

The black-robed wizard was stunned for a moment, spat, and waved his wand again. The bricks and stones in the corner of the wall began to hum and rumble, and in the blink of an eye they gathered into a stone statue as tall as a person.

"Aren't we going to continue the business?" Harry reached into his robes and pulled out the sword of Gryffindor. "What a pity."

The black-robed wizard was stunned.

sword……

A wizard with a sword?

Before he could think any more, he waved his wands, and one statue pounced at Harry, while the other pounced at the Weasley brothers.

Harry raised his hand and cast the Quinn Seal on himself.

Roll over to avoid the stone statue's attack.

With another wave of the wand, some of the rubble turned into some strange shapes. Harry was not yet able to accurately transform multiple objects at once. The quality was not good, but it was very useful. They clung to the legs of the stone statues and took root in the ground, making it difficult for the statues to move.

The black-robed wizard was obviously a little panicked.

He waved his wand and chanted spell after spell.

But the kid in front of me is too agile!

You can't hit it at all.

Harry moved closer and swung his sword. The black-robed wizard's hand holding the wand was easily cut off and fell to the ground with a snap.

Magic cut off.

The two hollow stone statues fell to the ground with a crash, returning to their original form of rubble.

Harry showed no mercy and swung his sword again, cutting off his other arm.

The Weasley brothers were stunned.

They looked at Harry blankly, then they realized why he said the word "safe" just now. Isn't it very safe?

After just one encounter, the wizard's hands, which were his most important means of survival, were gone.

"You are weak." Harry frowned, "If you hadn't cast a spell, I would find it hard to believe that you are a wizard."

The black-robed wizard shivered and huddled in the snow, his hood falling down, revealing his terrified face.

How is that possible!

This little wizard who looks like he's only in the third or fourth grade is so powerful.

"You devil!" The black-robed wizard said weakly, "As a wizard, you actually use a sword."

Harry slowly crouched down, lifted his robes, and pulled something out, "I'm a Gryffindor, isn't it normal for me to use a sword?"

The Weasley brothers hesitated to speak. No, this is not normal at all!

"Do you know what this is?" Harry showed the thing in front of the black-robed wizard.

The black-robed wizard didn't say anything. He stared at Harry's robe in shock - what did he see when he lifted it up just now?

Seven or eight bottles of medicine.

Look at the color, it's gray and definitely not for therapeutic use.

What's going on in this little wizard's mind, why is he so cautious? He's only here in Hogsmeade, but he's carrying so many weapons...

"Oh, you don't know." Harry tutted. "It seems that not only are you bad at Transfiguration, but you're also not very good at Herbology."

"Dicum, a magical plant, can stop the bleeding if applied to your wound."

"Now I ask, you answer, and you can still survive, do you understand?"

The black-robed wizard nodded tremblingly, his face turning pale from blood loss.

"Where are the potion ingredients I need?" Harry asked.

The black-robed wizard shook his head: "I don't have those contraband."

Harry's eyes turned dangerous: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, oh... yes." The black-robed wizard struggled, "I just saw that you are rich, so I wanted to seduce you and then take your money."

Harry looked back at the Weasley brothers.

George nodded. "Yes, I heard that there was such a thing. There are some crazy wizards who robbed the pocket money of the little wizards in Hogsmeade."

Fred shrugged and said frankly: "You know, except for us Weasleys, young wizards are generally very rich."

Harry tutted and looked at the black-robed wizard with contempt: "Ah, you are really capable. You actually robbed the child of his money."

"I will never dare to do this again. Please, save me." The dark wizard begged, "I feel like I'm about to die."

Harry raised his hand.

"Axil!"

The seal is cast.

"Did you just tell the truth?" Harry asked.

The black-robed wizard was confused and nodded: "Yes, it's all true."

"What's your name and which college are you from?" Harry continued to ask.

"Abner Smith, Magical Drama..." He said, the confused expression on his face suddenly collapsed, and he looked at Harry in panic, "Oh, no, what did you do to me?"

"The Imperius Curse?"

Eleven seconds.

An adult wizard who was far inferior to Professor McGonagall and was even seriously injured was only affected for such a short time.

Magic is truly miraculous.

Harry ignored him and looked at the Weasley brothers with questioning eyes.

Fred explained: "It's a very unknown school that teaches magic tricks. It's not like Hogwarts - they teach real witchcraft here."

"It is specially set up for performances. It usually recruits young wizards who have awakened their magical abilities after their eleventh birthday, or wizards who have not obtained a single certificate."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Please, save me, I just want to steal the money, I don't mean to hurt you." The black-robed wizard continued to beg, "I used the Stunning Spell."

Harry picked up the white fresh, and as soon as he saw the wounds on his arms, he noticed that there was still some trace of sword oil on it, which made him stunned for a moment before he continued to apply it.

After applying the whitening agent, Harry stood up neatly and said, "Let's go."

The dark wizard begged: "Wait, you can't leave me here, no..."

Harry ignored him.

"Are we really going to leave him here? He might die." Fred couldn't bear it and looked back every few steps, which made the black-robed wizard wail even more miserably.

Harry deadpanned, "I only cut off his hand, not his leg."

"I've been very lenient."

"Do you know what would happen if he hit us with the Stunning Spell?"

The Weasley brothers were stunned.

"We will be left in this icy and snowy place." Harry continued, "If we are lucky, maybe someone will find us. If we are unlucky, what will happen if we sleep in this environment for a night?"

Harry would be fine.

But it's hard to say about the Weasley brothers.

Of course... the castle's contract wouldn't let them get into trouble so easily.

The Weasley brothers immediately stopped feeling sorry for him and followed Harry, walking away happily. It was not until they looked into the mirror that they seemed to finally react to the incident.

"George, we just teamed up to defeat an adult wizard!" Fred clenched his fists, a little excited.

George high-fived him and said, "We are awesome! If we study hard, we can get twelve certificates like Bill!"

"No, I don't think this is a good idea." Fred immediately calmed down when he talked about reading.

George nodded in agreement.

Harry shook his head. "You just took on a statue, and you haven't won yet."

"Us." Fred made a circle, encompassing the three of them.

George shook his head: "That is also the transformation of an adult wizard. An ordinary little wizard..."

"He's very weak, not even as strong as a troll." Harry continued to shake his head.

Fred frowned: "Oh, Harry, you may be too good to be misunderstood. Trolls are not easy to deal with."

"Didn't you say that students in grades six and seven could handle it?" Harry asked back.

George said, "That's for outstanding students like Percy. Ordinary students can only get one or two 'O's or 'e's in the OWLs exam to be eligible to continue studying the sixth and seventh grade content. If they can't get the certificate, the fifth grade will be the end."

"Even at Hogwarts, most young wizards can only reach the level of the person you beat when they grow up."

"Of course, you are different." Fred looked at Harry's waist excitedly, and imagined a huge, strong sword. "If Hogwarts had swordplay, you would definitely be the 'O' of Newts."