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 You-Know-Who's name has magic. Very powerful magic."

"Whoever utters his name shall be known by him."

"He can locate them wherever they are, come and kill those who chant his name."

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

Flitwick shook his head, "Of course, if that's the only kind of magic that exists."

"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."

"And those who fear him will fear him even more, which will give him strength and make him stronger."

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

"No." Flitwick looked worried. "I always suspected that he was not dead until some time ago when Dumbledore told me that he was really not dead."

No wonder……

Those little wizards who come from ordinary people's families will also shout "Mysterious Man" together. As long as they are afraid, they will be even more afraid.

"Okay, stop talking about such unpleasant things." Flitwick cleared his throat, "I should take you away now."

"Apparition?" Harry asked expectantly.

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

He raised his wand.

Harry raised his head and looked into the distance. An unusually lively magical power surged out and gathered in the space. With a deafening explosion, a strong light came -

A purple, colorful three-decker bus stopped in front of them.

On the windshield, the words "Knight Bus" were written in cursive letters in gold ink.

A man in a purple uniform jumped down and introduced himself almost in a chanting voice: "Welcome to the Knight Bus. We are here to lend a helping hand to every wizard in trouble. Just raise your wand and we can take you anywhere 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 a bed."

"Would you like some chocolate? Just pay three more Sickles." The man enthusiastically promoted, "If you are willing to pay one more Sickle, you can get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush..."

Flitwick refused: "No, I don't need to."

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

The space inside the carriage was much larger than it looked from the outside. There were six or seven beds, most of which were empty. Besides them, there was only one other passenger.

"Our new passengers are Professor Flitwick from Hogwarts, and his little wizard." The conductor and the driver boasted in a smug tone.

This gave Harry a bad feeling.

Sit down on the two adjacent beds.

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

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

As for Professor Flitwick, he rolled around twice in the **.

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

The demon hunter's keen senses allow him to capture all the information that passes by his eyes and ears, but these complicated things are of no use at all. They wash over his brain like a rushing stream, making his scalp tingle.

It also jumps and jumps -

Harry had to adjust his center of gravity all the time.

Flitwick was very relaxed. He rolled around on the ground as the car swayed. "Harry, don't be so nervous. Relax a little."

“That’s what the Knight Public Car is all about.”

Half an hour later.

The conductor woke up another passenger: "Elgin is here."

The passenger struggled to get up, but after taking only two steps, he collapsed on his suitcase and was thrown out by the conductor.

Less than half an hour.

The conductor smiled and said to them, "We're here at Godric's Hollow!"

Harry took a deep breath and stood up.

The conductor was a little surprised: "It's incredible, you are the first little wizard who can be so calm while riding our bus."

"Have you ever considered working for us after graduation?"

"After all, we are official employees of the Ministry of Magic."

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

The conductor said seriously: "You go ahead."

Harry said, "You said the Knight Bus can go anywhere."

"Yes, as long as it's on land, there's no place we can't go." The ticket seller raised his head proudly.

Harry deadpanned, "Really?"

"Then I'll pay you one Galleon, or ten, to take me to any Gringotts vault, preferably the richest one."

The conductor's face froze.

The driver turned around and muttered, "No, this is not okay. We can't do anything illegal."

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

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

Wait until you get off the bus.

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

Harry nodded, "Of course, I think I need to rest for a while as well."

Knight Bus...

It's really a terrible thing.

He would rather ride the warlock's teleport ten times than ride that thing again.

Flitwick took him to the back door of the bar, took out his wand, tapped it lightly, and pushed the door open - a familiar feeling came over him. It was 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. "What would you like to drink, Butterbeer?"

"A whiskey, please," Harry said.

Flitwick shouted to the bar, "Two whiskeys."

"Where do you want to go later?"

"Dumbledore said he wants you to come home and see - you know what I mean."

"How about visiting Godric's Hollow? It's the most famous gathering place for half-wizards."

"Or... should we go directly to see the blacksmith?"

Harry was silent for a moment, "Just go see the blacksmith. I'll go home and check it out when everything is done."

They had two drinks.

Professor Flitwick's complexion had recovered a lot. He paid the money and took him out, through a long alley, and into a dungeon.

He continued walking through the dungeons until he came to the entrance of a cave and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Not long after, an old goblin opened the door. Seeing Flitwick, his eyes suddenly became sharp: "It's Professor Flitwick, the greatest human wizard duelist!"

"What a rare guest! I thought you wouldn't come again..."

"It's in the dirty, smelly underground."

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

"Harry Potter." The old goblin raised his head with greedy eyes. "I heard that you are the heir of Gryffindor. The sword that was stolen by Gryffindor is also in your hands?"

"Not yet," Harry replied.

It rubbed its hands together and said, "If you are willing to return the sword to me, I can help you make what you want."

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

"My great-grandfather made it." Ragnak raised his head. "Things made by goblins belong to goblins! Even after Gryffindor died, that despicable, shameless human still occupied it..."

Harry raised his wand and placed it against its head. "Perhaps I need to cast a few spells to clear your mind and allow you to discuss business with me?"

Ragnak froze.

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

Ragnak spat, "You human wizards are so despicable!"

"Okay, okay."

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

Harry waved his wand, the suitcase opened, and a troll skin wrapped in a cloth bag flew out and landed in front of Ragnak: "Troll skin, make a pair of leather armor."

"Oh, what a lousy material," Ragnak muttered. "Why not dragon hide? That's a much better material."

Harry deadpanned, "I'm still young, and you should know how expensive dragon skin is. I don't want an expensive armor that I can only wear for a year or two."

"Well, the troll skin will do for sure," it agreed reluctantly, "then we should negotiate the price."

"Let me think..."

"You have to get me a stove."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "You're a blacksmith, but you don't have your own furnace?"

"Ahaha, what a shameless question." Ragnak clapped his hands and clicked his tongue twice, "Everything belongs to you human wizards."

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

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

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

Flitwick frowned.

Harry frowned as well.

"Little wizard, you still have to grow up. The sword of Gryffindor is less than one meter long. You will need a longer sword in the future, right?" Ragnak continued, his tone becoming gentler. "This is a mutually beneficial thing."

"Just a stove."