Chapter 335 The House Cursed by the Devil

"It seems like we..."

Anton had a strange expression on his face, "I think too much."

Neville sighed, "I thought that was a lot of money."

Hannah lifted the big hood of the wizard robe, took off the mask, and looked at the barrel-shaped house in front of her with joy, her eyes sparkling, "So we only have this house to consider, right?"

Anton was silent for a moment, then shrugged helplessly, "There are obviously some problems with this house, otherwise it would not be so cheap."

Neville thought about it, and looked at Anton with some hesitation, "You said that if we raise some money from home..."

"Neville!" Hannah frowned at him, "We can all buy a house ourselves, as long as the family supports it, but George and Fred don't have that much money!"

A wand is only a few dollars. At that time, George and Fred had to borrow money from the cottage in order to buy a new wand for their younger brother. How could they come up with the money to buy a house.

As for Anton, he is also Weasley, and he seems to have more money than these two 'rich N generations'.

I don't know how much that box of old wands is worth.

"I mean..." Neville's little face flushed, "We can have a little more."

"Oh~ Neville." Anton looked up at the house, "This is not a good idea."

In this village of pure wizards, if you buy a house, you will always belong to yourself. It is impossible for anyone to collect this tax or that tax, but because of this, the price is a bit ridiculously high.

Even with that pile of money, the hut still had to move a little from the deposits paid by the Aurors before they could buy this dilapidated house.

Anton scratched his head, always feeling a bit miserable.

Whether it's the hut next to the Forbidden Forest or the wine barrel hut in front of you, they all seem to be dilapidated.

At this moment, Neville's arms suddenly lit up, and he quickly took out a crystal ball from it, only to see a bright red mouth grew out of the crystal ball, making the sound of 'Abaaaba'.

"George and the others are here."

The crystal ball was Neville's invention.

Yes, Neville.

It is said that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups, or under the influence of friends around him, Neville also started to make some inventions.

This kind of crystal ball is in pairs, as long as the two are close together, they will emit light.

It is very convenient for friends to meet and use in unfamiliar places.

The seemingly miraculous thing was actually made by Neville using a herb called fluorescent lovegrass from the bottom of the Black Lake. The two kinds of fluorescent grasses, male and female, will glow when they are close to each other, and this function is used.

It worked so well that the Aurors ordered a lot.

The only disadvantage is that this crystal ball is a living thing and needs to be soaked in water every two days, otherwise the aquatic plants inside will lose their activity.

As for the sound of 'Abaaaba', Anton helped make it, an interesting little magic.

Sensing light to make sound, this is the youthful version of the crude version of the activation spell.

"Oh, that's a cool look!" George seemed to like the house, too.

"And we can take risks. We can explore to see why they are so cheap." Fred rubbed his hands excitedly.

Adventure, this is a wonderful word. Hannah herself is interested in this house, and the Gryffindors are even more excited.

But Anton was much more stable.

He raised the list in his hand, "This house has an owner, without his consent, we are not suitable for trespassing."

Of course, the darker reason Anton didn't say was that if the owner of the house dared to open the door and walk in, it meant that the danger in the house was not too great, so it's not impossible to take an adventure.

If the owner of the house doesn't even dare to go in, hehe, it's just a bargain.

In any case, it must be cut into one-third.

And it also shows that this place is really dangerous, so they need to ask Rozier and the others to help find out what happened.

It's a pity that the owner of the house really dared to go in, and this strong man with a big beard and bald head just pushed the door open and entered.

What's even more pity is that the owner of the house was still intact and cursing inside, not dead! (Strike out this sentence.)

um~

Anton shook his head, not letting himself think of some evil things, and followed behind the little friend.

He needs to be vigilant in case of unexpected accidents.

The tactics of the Aurors are very good. The team is divided into three layers, near, middle and far, which is enough to deal with many situations.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The bearded, bald man raised his big feet high, and used his thick high-top hiking boots to step on his fingers on the ground.

Gray fingers.

Dark gray palms pierced the ground and stretched upwards, looking particularly terrifying in the dark hall.

Hannah let out a scream of terror on the spot, and threw herself into Neville's arms.

George looked at Fred with a strange expression, and pointed to the fleshy ears growing on the wall, which were more like real ears than their retractable ears, and a pile of fresh blood-red intestines in the fireplace ...

Of course, these are just some small embellishments in this scary house.

In the middle of the hall, a brain as big as a round dining table is slowly secreting blood that emits a strange aroma.

In every corner, the bar, the lamp stand, and the corner, there are mushroom-like things growing, and thick black ink is constantly dripping.

"I just cleaned it last month!" The bearded, bald man rushed to the corner angrily, picked up a shovel, and was about to dig out the super brain in the middle.

A wand was slowly pointed at him.

Anton's face was full of indifference, and his eyes were cold, "Sir, can you explain why this place is so like a slaughterhouse? And it's all human pieces?"

"What do you know!" the strong man roared, "put down the wand, or I'll kill you with a shovel!"

heh~

Is the brain just growing muscles?

"Disarm you!"

With a light word, the shovel in the strong man's hand flew up, then floated back slowly, and the sharp point of the shovel touched his neck.

"Now……"

Anton stared at him, "Please tell me, how many people did you kill?"

"I didn't, you bastard, I didn't!" He roared loudly, trying to rush up to argue with Anton, but was pushed against by the shovel, and obediently took a step back.

Nonsense, of course Anton knew it was gone.

As soon as he came in, he found an inexplicable warm atmosphere here. The snow on the house was slowly melting and seeping in through the cracked cracks in the house, making the place extremely hot and humid.

This environment is especially suitable for the growth of some magical plants.

Sure enough, the clumps of 'Dead Soul Fingers' (Characteria polymorpha) on the ground are growing very well.

The brain that oozes blood should be 'Anger's bleeding brain' (Pythonium pectoris), which is an extremely precious potion material.

The intestines in the fireplace should be the 'Michitoxin worm' (flesh lac fungus). As long as this herb is detoxified, it is the best all-purpose trauma medicine.

Greenish like a moldy fat tongue, 'Lover's Lie' (Glutella spp.).

There is also a fungus dripping black liquid, which is the "fallen temptation" (ink ghost umbrella) commonly used in ritual magic.

The more normal ones here are those on the wall that look like real people's ears, which are very common fungus.

Pink and tender, fleshy, looks very attractive.

This kind of ordinary fungus affected by magic is very different from the fungus in the Muggle world in terms of taste.

Oh~

Oh my god, Anton's mouth is watering. These top-notch ingredients can be directly made into a pot of mushroom hot pot. It's absolutely delicious and explosive!

PS: There are pictures, please watch carefully.

I heard from the strong man that he cleaned it a month ago, which means that it is particularly easy to breed these herbs here, it is a treasure land.

"It's like being cursed by the devil here." The strong man wailed, sat down with a snap, squeezed a gray palm under his buttocks to pieces, and the dark red juice flowed out.

Anton put his left hand behind his back, shook his wand slightly, sighed, leaned forward with pity on his face, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Uncle, it's okay, it's okay."

His voice seemed to have magical powers, and the bearded, bald-headed brawny man couldn't hold back immediately, completely broke his defenses, and cried like a child weighing three hundred catties.

"Woooooo~~~~"

Needless to say, this kind of crying is especially emotional when combined with various terrifying human organs in the dark environment.

"It's okay." Anton's voice was faint, as if it was his mother's relief, which made the strong man stop crying slowly, but only sobbed, the sadness and fear on his face became more and more intense.

"tell me……"

"What the hell is going on here?"