บท 23: CH: 23 Dark Wizard Party
Fiennes did not continue to accompany Anton. Although he had not been here for ten years, the circle of dark wizards was not too big. He did not want to meet old acquaintances in his ghostly state.
Anton expressed his understanding, descended to a relatively remote place, covered the broom in the soil, and asked the old man to keep an eye on it.
"Hoohoho~" Anton felt the strange voice escape his hoarse throat, emitting a grotesque, sharp laughter.
Then he picked up a dry tree trunk as thick as an adult's arm to use as a crutch, and swayed towards the hole in the crypt.
His left hand was concealed in the sleeve of his loose wizard's robe, tightly gripping the wand.
In such a dangerous place, dark magic was clearly more intimidating than light magic.
As he walked, he brewed the emotions needed for the 'Soul-shifting charm'.
He needed to ensure that he could successfully cast the spell at any time, instead of habitually resorting to the Cruciatus Curse out of excitement.
"This is a bad habit~" muttered the eccentric old man he disguised himself as, leaning on a tree trunk. "If I develop a conditioned reflex like this, I'm afraid I'll really end up in Azkaban."
At the same time, learning to become an Animagus is a very important goal in his heart.
In case he accidentally ends up in Azkaban, only being an Animagus could enable his escape from there!
Turning around a huge stone, a hole with a strange purple light appeared in front of him, accompanied by loud heavy metal music. From every corner, various strange creatures gathered here and entered through the hole.
There were centaurs with one arm missing, goblins with huge boxes on their backs, and old witches with a wheelchair pulled by a snake-headed dog...
And then...
Anton's eyes narrowed slightly behind his mask.
Snape!
Even though the man was wearing a ghost mask, his greasy hair were still quite noticeable.
"Hehehe." Anton let out a low chuckle and followed Snape unsteadily.
Walking along the corridor of purple light in the cave, it seemed to extend downward, and a small stone hall came into view.
A giant sat next to the passageway, which was just wide enough for a single person to pass through. Anton had to crane his neck to see the giant's round pot on his back. All he could see were the giant's gray thighs.
In front of the giant's thighs stood a wizard who appeared somewhat normal, except for the fact that he looked a bit odd with a heavy metal leather jacket over his wizard robes.
The wizard in the leather jacket tapped the wooden board beside him with his wand and exclaimed, "Welcome to the Enchanted Melodies Music Hall!"
Anton looked perplexed.
The old man was truly unreliable. He had even introduced a coffee shop to him over ten years ago, and now it seemed to have changed ownership. He wondered if they would still accept currency transactions.
The wizard in the leather jacket continued loudly, "Attention, wandering tourists! If you wish to purchase items, please acquire the yellow bouquet. You will need to pay a fee, and we will ensure that there are no competitors selling similar items."
"For non-physical transactions, please obtain the red bouquet. Once inside, proceed to the bar and ask for Eric. He will provide you with a quiet and confidential space."
"And lastly, members of Enchanted Melodies, please obtain the golden bouquet for exclusive privileges and the finest treatment."
Anton let out a low chuckle. "Is this some kind of forum?"
The wizard in the leather jacket was taken aback but then laughed. "Merlin's ripped panties! Someone has figured it out. You're the first."
He personally handed Anton a bunch of golden bouquets and said, "Congratulations, you are now a member!"
He chuckled softly and added, "You will have access to the lower floor of our concert hall."
"Ha-ha!" Anton shrugged. "So, I'll also have some privileges too?"
After exchanging knowing smiles, the two continued on their way.
Anton found it incredibly intriguing. He had initially believed that the wizarding world was bound by stereotypical traditions and decadence. It was already 1989, yet the British wizarding world seemed stuck in the previous century.
As a former coder in his past life, he immediately felt a sense of familiarity with this individual.
"Boy, I like you," Anton chuckled and stumbled down the aisle.
The hall was packed with people, but only a few held golden bouquets. One of them was Snape.
They descended a long staircase from the passageway and eventually entered an incredibly spacious and oversized cave, which appeared to have been expanded from natural lava formations.
The cave wasn't a flat surface but rather consisted of multiple platforms naturally divided by unevenness. On the highest side, a music band was energetically producing heavy metal noise.
At least Anton couldn't discern any discernible rhythm from it.
As the crowd entered, they dispersed and found their own spots. Anton continued to follow Snape and made their way towards a corner.
Gradually, only individuals holding golden bouquets surrounded them.
A raised stone had been flattened into a circular platform, while a long lava bulge served as a chair, forming a large circle around the platform.
Snape found a seat and sat down, waiting quietly for something.
Anton chose a position far away from him and didn't approach.
Before long, the place was filled with people, and a wizard in a golden leather jacket led another person onto the circular platform.
"Welcome to the exclusive roundtable at the Enchanted Melodies Concert Hall," the wizard in the golden leather jacket pointed to the other person. "This is Pete, and he will be our esteemed host for today's roundtable."
After speaking, the wizard snapped his fingers, and the bubbling-shaped rock protrusion behind him vanished with a 'poof', revealing a large iron cage covered with a black cloth.
He gestured for Pete to join him, gracefully jumped off the platform, and settled on a small stone beside it.
Pete, a young man with blond hair that fell to his shoulders and a thin face adorned with stubble, exuded an energetic aura. His blue eyes were set in sunken eye sockets.
Nervously rubbing his hands, Pete addressed the crowd, "I'm sure you've all heard the rumors."
"You-know-who didn't die but has been recuperating in Albania, biding his time."
The crowd erupted in uproar.
A lot of people were whispering, and one of the bearded strong men stood up excitedly and pointed to the cage behind him, "Don't tell me, this is..."
The sound of air-conditioning filled the room.
Even Pete, the spirited boy, was startled and quickly waved his hands in panic, his voice breaking, "How dare you say that, no, no!"
Anton heard numerous relieved voices once again.
He glanced at Snape, who was sitting diagonally opposite, but unfortunately, the man seemed lifeless and unaffected by anything, as if his mood couldn't be shaken.
So Anton shifted his attention back to the round table and the person known as Pete.
At that time, when Anton had just crossed over, he didn't fully understand the rules of the old man, so he accidentally released a wizard prisoner who was conducting experimental potions. Fiennes didn't blame him; instead, he made Anton drink the potion that he had intended for Pete to drink.
The effects were remarkable. Anton experienced what it meant to feel light and airy.
He vomited blood for three days, until golden stars appeared in his eyes, and he was in a daze.
It was hard not to be impressed.
He hasn't seen him for two months. This little guinea pig looks like a dog and is full of energy.
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