Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Don't worry about me." Grindelwald glanced at him and looked out the window casually.

At this time, on the street outside the window, Neville was being gradually taken away from the visible range of Borgin's shop.

"You wanted to come forward because he was a student at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," Boginbock replied.

"Why?" Grindelwald turned his head: "I remember you, you have been doing business here for some years, and you used to help my party with smuggling and extradition."

In short, you are not a good person.

"Just... thinking?" Bo Jin tentatively gave an answer.

However, this answer obviously does not satisfy Grindelwald.

"Because one of my juniors is studying at Hogwarts." Borgin said quickly.

This answer barely passes.

Then, the old man opened the door and walked out of the store, walking slowly toward the corner where Neville disappeared.

At this time, deep in Knockturn Alley.

Neville stepped in the dirty muddy water and looked at the old woman in front of him curiously: "Grandma, where are we going?"

"My dear grandson, you'll be here soon." The old woman turned her head and smiled, very satisfied with the little guy in front of her.

"Okay...Grandma." Neville nodded, not feeling anything wrong at all.

Even if there is, grandma is right in front of him.

Then...everything is fine.

Soon, the two came to a hut. The hut was very dilapidated. It looked like no one had lived in it for a long time. Weeds were growing randomly. The door bolt had fallen off and was half hanging at the door.

The old woman walked to the door, pushed it open, and then led Neville to the basement.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door, and a slight cry came from the basement, followed by a burst of scolding.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat - please be quiet. Anyone who makes any noise will have their tongue cut off. Anyway, when the time comes to talk, there are plenty of ways!!"

There were footsteps and a voice came from behind the basement door.

"Who?"

"I!"

Then, the door was opened, and an old man stood inside, covered in dirt and with a twisted smile on his face.

He saw the robe on Neville and let out a cry of surprise.

"wizard?!"

"Well, wizard." The old woman smiled: "This is much easier to sell than those Muggles."

"Bring it in quickly!" the old man said impatiently, rubbing his hands: "I want to think about whether I should discount my hands first, otherwise the magic power will riot and it may be difficult to handle."

"Whatever you want, don't ruin the quality." The old woman waved her hand and put the dirty bucket aside.

"This boy is very good-looking, with tender skin and tender flesh. His family must love him so much because they feed him so well."

"That's true. If it's in good condition, it can sell for a lot more." The old man looked up and down Neville's body.

"We won't sell this to the Voodoo gang in West Africa and Haiti. Those guys just kill people and use them to make medicinal materials or dolls. This has to be sold to the United States."

"Sell it to the Americans again? They will only use their money to settle the settlement!" The old woman said with some dissatisfaction: "Can't it be sold to Mexico? Anyway, they will transfer it by then. If you go to the United States, they also understand the value of this kind of tender skinned meat.”

"You stupid bitch." The old man cursed unhappily. When the woman heard this, she quickly shrank her neck.

"Nowadays, American money is not used anywhere around the United States. Humph, besides, money can be exchanged. The more you sell, the more practical it is."

Then, he waved his hand and said: "Lock him up."

The old woman nodded and waved to Neville: "Come here, my dear grandson."

"Um...Grandma...who is he?" Neville looked at the old man with blank eyes.

"He is your grandfather."

"Oh" Neville nodded.

"Come here, dear grandson." The old woman nodded, raised her hand to greet Neville, and walked towards a cage.

"Uh-huh."

Neville nodded and dived into the cage without hesitation.

On the other side, the old man shook his head and cursed: "Damn it, I really want to contact the seller quickly. If it weren't for the Ministry of Magic's recent inspections, damn it, it's so annoying."

The old woman looked at Neville: "Good grandson, show me your wand."

"Yeah, wand." Neville nodded and handed a wand to the woman.

"Tsk, this wand is so ugly." The old woman cursed and then closed the cage.

"Guard these guys while I go out to explore." The old woman said, placing Neville's wand on the utility cabinet, carrying the bucket again, and walked out of the basement.

"Yes." The old man nodded and closed the door after the woman left.

"You're so annoying, those bastards from the Ministry of Magic." He cursed and walked into the side room in the basement.

The next moment, at this moment, a girl who was extremely emaciated, her legs had been severed, and she was dragging herself to the ground. She touched Neville's arm through the iron fence and wiped the rotten meat-like potion on the ground. .

Then, he quickly rubbed his hand on the ground to avoid it.

"Hey," he said softly, "Hey, are you okay?"

Neville turned his head stiffly and looked at the girl with dull eyes.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath.

However, before he could continue to make other moves, the old man shuffled out.

"Hiss" He immediately saw the girl with a broken leg leaning on the fence, pretending that nothing had happened.

"It's still going on." He smiled.

"I'm just worried. I'm supporting you freeloaders. My family's fortune is almost being eaten up by you."

As he spoke, his cloudy yellow eyes rolled.

"It seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

"Since those guys at Voodoo will only divide you Muggle boys to do other things, then why can't I come?"

"Anyway, it's all business."

As he spoke, his steps suddenly became much stronger, he opened the door of the iron cage, reached into it, grabbed the girl with a broken leg, and took her out like a dog.

"No! Don't!!" the girl shouted, her face full of fear.

"Get out! You are the most dishonest. You are a Muggle bastard who won't be able to remember even if your legs are broken!" The old man smiled ferociously: "Get out of here, I'll use you to sell some money first. I can't get out if I leave. Can't I get out even if I take some magic potion like heart and liver?

"No!! Don't!! Mom, dad!!!" he cried, and the children in the other cages also became anxious. Some people huddled in the corner of the cage, while others shouted and patted the cage.

The girl aimed at the old man's hand and bit it.

"Bastard!!" the old man yelled angrily.

The next moment, he raised his wand.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!!"

Red light flickered in the small room.