Chapter 338 The Secret About Professor McGonagall

Anton finally gritted his teeth and refused, "I don't want to have my head bitten off by a scary monster when I'm sleeping in the middle of the night!"

When Duan continued to be disturbed by it, Anton pulled his excited little friends to the distance, "Let's go and see other houses."

"Don't, don't!" Bach rushed forward, blocking them with open arms.

An Ding quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at him, and said coldly, "No one can buy and sell by force with me, you poor house, keep it as a grave."

grave……

Bach's face turned pale instantly.

Isn't this house really his grave?

He gritted his teeth and stared at Anton coldly, "I know, you are students who ran out of school, right? You young masters from pure-blood families don't need such a little money at all."

Anton sneered, "I don't care if I have money or not!"

"So you really came out of the school." Bach's eyes lit up, and he leaned over and whispered, "As long as you buy the house, I will tell you a secret about the professors in your school."

Wow, Hannah's eyes lit up instantly.

Neville and George Fred looked at each other, the professor's secret?

Anton just sneered, "I'm not interested, as I said, don't get in the way, or I won't be polite."

Unmoved, Bach stared at Anton with his neck stuck. "I am the only one in the world who knows this secret. It is about Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of the school. She was also a villager in Hogsmeade back then."

"Professor McGonagall!" George and the others exclaimed.

They didn't expect that Professor McGonagall had lived here. Didn't this serious professor always live in Hogwarts Castle?

Anton was obviously moved, and looked at Bach hesitantly, "Are you sure?"

Bach puffed up his chest and said, "Yes, I'm very sure that I can't get in touch with such a big man, otherwise I would have exchanged this news for benefits."

In fact, when Dumbledore fought against Grindelwald, he was almost killed by the aftermath of Professor McGonagall's curse as a small fish among the saints.

He didn't dare to get close to Mag again, who knew if he would be killed by this ferocious witch after telling the secret.

"Okay, tell me!"

"Haha, little wizard, do you think I'm a fool?" Bach had already discovered that Anton was the one who kept his word in this group of people. Seeing that Anton took the bait, he couldn't help but feel a little bit confident, "50%, I can only give you 50% of the price , you follow me to the lawyer to complete all the formalities of the transaction, and then I will tell you the secret."

call out!

A spell of light lit up.

Following Bach's beard, he leaned towards the big tree beside him.

boom!

The big tree fell with heavy snow, blowing snowflakes on the ground.

Bach stared wide-eyed, swallowed, and touched his neck after a long time. Fortunately, fortunately, this horrible spell did not cut off his neck.

He turned his head stiffly to look at the cross-section of the big tree, it was so smooth and sharp.

"You... what do you mean?" His voice became extremely dry.

"50% is 50%." Anton squinted at him, "If you lie, it depends on whether you are running faster or my spell is faster."

"I...I...I didn't lie to you."

"very good."

Bach didn't feel good at all. He suddenly felt that he didn't want to trade anymore. He just wanted to make this scary little wizard disappear as soon as possible.

He recognized the spell!

Although he didn't know the name, this was the stunt of the most powerful Death Eater under the Dark Lord, and he would never admit it wrong.

How many people were cut in half back then, and the terrifying scene of the battle in Hogsmeade completely dispelled his speculative psychology of following the new devil back then.

This world is too dangerous.

But obviously, it is no longer a question of whether he wants to trade or not, but a question of whether people want to know the secret.

"Merlin's beard." He muttered, somewhat annoyed.

Ever since the bar was burnt down, he has been unlucky, and he will encounter a life-and-death crisis every few years. Bar?

It's now?

The cold wind was mixed with snowflakes, and Bach suddenly felt cold on his forehead and back.

He didn't know when he broke out in a cold sweat.

...

The transaction went smoothly, Anton and the others obtained all the procedures for the house, and Bach got a sack full of Galleons.

Brilliant, very beautiful.

The obsessive golden light shone on his face, and for a moment, he felt that his whole life had been sublimated.

Pay off all the debts, and he can leave a lot of money.

Bach looked at that ferocious little wizard, rolled his eyes, and led them around a little way to the casino to pay off their gambling debts.

Such a good bodyguard is simply useless.

After all, he didn't know if the people in the casino would follow the rules.

Anton looked at his back with a smile, and did not refuse, intending to let others pass on the news that Bach had sold the house.

"That rundown house of yours is actually sold?" A man in a bearskin coat looked at Anton and the others from a distance, and exclaimed in disbelief.

Bach seemed to be in a particularly good mood, he laughed and cursed, carried the remaining Gallon on his shoulders, and led Anton back to the wine barrel hut.

"Now can you tell the secret?" Anton rubbed the wand in his hand, staring at him closely.

He is not a robber, and he doesn't want to go whoring other people's houses for nothing, so he is willing to pay what he should pay.

After all, his own small coffers were already full of Galleons, and he really didn't have much interest in making money and saving money.

Bach glanced at George and the others, and gestured to Anton.

Anton sneered, "The Galleon you are holding in your hand is paid by us together, and we share the secret, understand? Don't make trouble for nothing!"

"Okay, you have the final say." Bach was obviously in a great mood.

He looked around and saw that no one had noticed this side, so he said to Anton and the others mysteriously, "Professor McGonagall's husband was attacked and died by poisonous tentacles. It was actually done by a witch. I don't know her." name, but I can draw a picture."

"Professor McGonagall has a husband?" Several friends exclaimed.

Anton frowned and looked at Bach, "That's it?"

He was more or less guessing, after all, in such a snowy and icy place, no wild poisonous tentacles could grow there.

Bach greasy smiled, "Of course not."

He kind of enjoyed the way everyone was waiting for him to speak. The last time he felt valued was when he was a bar owner decades ago.

But, he weighed the sack in his hand, felt the wonderful touch of Jin Gallon's impact, and smiled extraordinarily happily.

He plans to find a place to make a comeback, the money is enough for him to open another bar, there are too many places where houses are not expensive, the devil would like to stay here.

"The news just now was just a bonus. The biggest secret is that Professor McGonagall's husband is not dead!"

Anton's eyes widened, and he took a breath, "This is not something to joke about!"

Bach patted his chest vigorously, "How could I lie to you, although I was drunk that night, seeing a dead person walking on the street again, let alone how scared I was, I woke up from the alcohol! "

"!!!"

Anton stared into his eyes, "What about her husband? Where did he go?"

Bach shrugged and shook his head, "I haven't seen him since."

"That's it..."

Anton's wrist flicked slightly, and the wand immediately released light, "Looking faint."

Paji!

Bach fell to the ground in an instant, and his personnel were unknown.

"Anton!" Neville exclaimed, "Why attack him?"

Anton's wand flicked lightly, and Bach floated up, "Of course it was sent to Professor McGonagall, and let her confirm the authenticity of the news by herself."

He is too lazy to take care of this kind of thing, and it is not easy to take care of it. He simply throws this person in front of Mag, and the rest is none of his business.

Besides...

Lao Deng is very busy every day now, and the time of death is approaching little by little. Lao Deng probably needs to explain some arrangements as soon as possible.

Snape was even more bizarre. He used to act like a professor who taught him earnestly, but now he ignored him.

Simply.

Anton had to find himself a new professor.

Although he can learn from Lupine or the old wizard Fiennes, the research direction of these two people has nothing to do with Transfiguration.

And this is my family, so I can study at any time. When I was in school, Anton still hoped to learn more from other professors. The opportunity is rare.

Especially since he has an important thing to do now - sorting out the book "Dumbledore's Wisdom". I have to do it well before Lao Deng dies, and it can be regarded as an explanation to this old man who is not bad to him.

As for Transfiguration, if you can't learn from Lao Deng, Professor McGonagall is definitely the best candidate.

none of them.

This is also a super-top transfiguration master.

It just so happened that Bach came to the door, and Anton took it as a teacher's apprentice gift and sent it to Professor McGonagall, which was definitely enough.

Three hundred catties.

Awesome!

"But in this case, the professors will know that we sneaked out of the school!" Neville looked worried, this honest boy didn't know how to deal with this situation.

The professors were so angry when they found students sneaking out of the dormitory for night trips.

If it is known that they ran away from the school...

Neville was on the verge of crying.

Oh~

Not to mention Neville, Hannah and the twins also looked worried.

Anton chuckled, "Believe me, Professor McGonagall is not in the mood to care about such small details."

As he spoke, he picked up the bag of Galleons in a very natural and smooth manner, stuffed it back into his snuff box, and hummed, not to mention how relaxed he was.

In the early 10,000s, I wish you a happy reading.