Chapter 490：

"Where did the little wizard come from?"

This is a very inferior approach. If it were my romantic nephew, he could do better.

Why do you know you are a wizard?

Bathilda blamed her intuition, this boy didn't look like a Muggle.

Although the young man could not see, when he turned his head, that moment brought invisible pressure.

It’s just that the old aunt was a little slow and didn’t feel it.

The young man's expression was a little unbelievable, and he stood up groping with his hands.

His fingers touched a thorny vine.

The pitiful appearance made the old aunt who had been alone all her life unbearable.

"If possible, could I ask you, where is this?" The young man restrained his pressure and asked very politely.

This is much more polite than my nephew.

"Poor child, this is the woods of Godric's Hollow. Where is your family?"

…

In Bathilda Bagshot's house.

There is a smell in the attic, which is a musty smell caused by damp wood.

There should be a leak at the stairs, but its owner didn't seem to bother to fix it.

John was a little lucky. Although he landed a little off, he was still within his own country.

The person I met was also a wizard.

But she must be a very nerdy wizard, because she doesn’t even know the famous John Wick.

Thinking that he is some poor little wizard.

It doesn't matter to John, he will repay the other party later.

There was something wrong with his eyes. John guessed that it was related to souls and curses. If he mixed some soul potions, even if he couldn't return to normal, he wouldn't be able to see everything in black now.

Picking up a cookie from the table, John guessed that it had chocolate added.

When he ate it, he could barely tell the difference.

"Thank you for your hospitality." John chuckled, "How can I help you?"

"I don't think there's anything you can do to help me." Old Aunt Bathilda shook her head.

She was just overflowing with compassion and took the child home.

I don’t expect this child to be able to help me.

Judging from his age, this child should be a student.

"Are you a student at Hogwarts?" Bathilda asked, "It seems that the holiday hasn't started yet."

"Huh?" John frowned. This man couldn't tell the time. He said patiently, "You remembered wrong, it's already a holiday."

"My neighbor has a fifth-year student from Hogwarts." Bathilda said in disbelief, "He hasn't come home yet."

"Maybe something delayed him," John shrugged, "I've been on vacation for a week...wait a minute."

Thinking of a possibility, John's face tightened and he asked hurriedly: "What day is today?"

Bathilda said: "May 3rd, I won't remember it wrong."

When John heard her answer, he confirmed his guess and murmured a little absently: "It seems that the deviation is not the position."

There is a problem with time.

The school year at Hogwarts ended in mid-June, and now time has gone back more than a month.

Besides...

​Maybe more than a month.

John asked with some difficulty: "Excuse me...how old is it now?"

She was a little confused about his question, but Bathilda's dull emotions didn't find anything wrong and said: "99 years."

John was dumbfounded, was he in the future?

Immediately afterwards, he heard Bathilda say: "In 1899, you seemed to be a confused person."

1899?

Going back nearly a hundred years?

John was completely silent at this moment.

Bathilda complained a little: "You have a lot of problems."

"Sorry, last question," John showed a bitter smile towards Bathilda, "Do you have a time turner?"

…

Obviously, as a writer, Bathilda Bagshot had no connection with the Silent People.

John was taken in.

Because he has nowhere else to go.

Although he claimed that he was a sixth-year student at Hogwarts and was not expelled, Bathilda seemed to regard this as his stubbornness.

He also learned the name of the person who rescued him, Bathilda Bagshot.

The name sounded familiar. John recalled it carefully but didn't recall it.

After all, his brain is not a computer and can continuously store things.

In other words, he can't remember it in his mind right now.

Because he had just experienced a drama of being exiled from the entire magical world.

"Such a thing, even if Magic hates me again, it won't happen again, right?"

Magic also has rules. If you break it once, you will be exiled. It is fair.

I just didn’t expect that I would return to the world, but it would be in the last century.

Fortunately, John doesn't have to deal with Voldemort anymore.

In this year, Voldemort was not born yet.

He took up his abode at Bathilda's house.

Even though John couldn't see.

But his magic is still there.

"Maybe I can go find my teacher."

His mind moved and he thought of his teacher.

During this period, Nico Flamel was still alive and somewhere.

However, as soon as this idea came out, John himself rejected it.

Regarding time magic, there are also taboos.

The two most important points are.

No contact with your past self.

You can't change anything in the past.

Someone once did this, and the result was that the entire history of that family was changed, and the price paid was heavy.

John must be careful in this world.

Because if he does something, it will probably change the entire world in the future, and even affect himself.

"You need to be careful before going back."

He stayed in Bathilda's attic, thinking a lot.

John caught the sound of a drop of water falling to the ground.

He got up and walked out to the stairs.

Tap your fingers on the armrest.

The super-sensory spell is activated.

He 'saw' where the dripping water was.

Reach out and aim at that location.

Confidently said: "Recover as before (Reparo

A ray of white light flew out from John's palm, and then...

"Boom!"

"What happened?" Bathilda was alerted.

Looking at the top of the broken skylight, Bathilda was stunned.

Also shocked was John.

He remembered that what he released was a repair spell.

The fingers were pressed together stiffly and then released.

"Until I get a new wand, I'd better not abuse magic."

John gave Bathilda a polite smile to cover up his embarrassment.

Bathilda looked at the skylight that was penetrated by the shattering spell, and then at John's shy face.

In the end, the leak in Bathilda's house was repaired.

Yes, Bathilda repaired it.

After all, he is also a wizard. If he hadn't been too lazy to pay attention to it, he wouldn't have missed it until now.

John's crushing spell forced Bathilda to consider whether her home would become even more humid due to a heavy rain.

But Bathilda asked John and gave the student who was suspected of being expelled from Hogwarts a warning.

When a wizard casts spells, it is best to use a wand.

Casting spells without a wand is something that requires extreme proficiency in magic.

"Okay, I've become a scumbag."

John was helpless, he was the king of Slytherin, a talented student who ranked first in Hogwarts all year round, and even Hermione could not shake him.

One day he will be regarded as a scumbag, the kind of scumbag who will be expelled.

If you tell me, Malfoy will probably laugh to death.

In fact, even if Bathilda didn't say anything, John didn't plan to continue using magic.

If he loses control again, he is afraid that the whole place will be blown up.

Until he regains his wand, John decides to remain a non-magical person.

And there is even more bad news about this time travel.

The Sword of Silverwick is lost.

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Chapter 511 Hello, blind man

The Sword of Silver Wake and John have a magical contract.

Whenever John needs to use it, he only needs to hold it lightly in the void, and the Silver Wick Sword will appear.

Perhaps due to the impact of being banished, or perhaps due to the different times, the Sword of Silver Wick could not be summoned by John.