1 CH: 1 Apprentice of the Dark Wizard

Dark and damp, the cellar had moss-covered stone walls.

Two chains extended from the gap in the stone ceiling, suspending Anton's young body in mid-air.

He panted like a broken bellows, staring at a small grille ventilation window in the corner. Sunlight scattered through the window, and tiny sprites danced in the beam of light.

"Crucio!"

The light of the spell flickered in the dim cellar.

"Hmm!" Anton gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain, his vision becoming dim little by little.

How many Cruciatus curses have I endured?

I can't remember, but I know that this time I might truly be facing death.

"I don't know if this is the world of Harry Potter, but I may not wait for the owl from Hogwarts to send me an acceptance letter."

The figure of the black hooded wizard's robe gradually vanished into the darkness within Anton's field of vision.

Anton exhaled, his heavy eyelids drooping as his head sank.

...

When I woke up again, I didn't know how much time had passed, but I felt a searing pain emanating from where the chain had been hanging.

It felt like it was about to snap.

"Haha." Anton burst of laughter, "I'm not dead!".

Once again, he had survived the old wizard's

powerful curses

Two months ago, he had traveled to this abnormal England and became an apprentice of a dark wizard. To be precise, the title of "apprentice" is actually a test subject, werewolf bait, punching bag, and a free servant.

He was the only one among the old wizard's many apprentices who had survived.

Anton had escaped while the old wizard was drunk, running for miles, thinking that for the first time in his life, he had dodged having his bones gouged out by the Cruciatus curse.

That feeling was akin to being stabbed by several knives.

At that time, he had been embarrassed as a transmigrator, wailing and begging the old wizard for forgiveness in a low voice.

The old wizard had generously forgiven him and allowed him to walk alone in the dark forest, attempting to lure the werewolf that enjoyed attacking young wizards.

The results were quite successful.

The old wizard had acquired a werewolf with a robust coat.

And Anton had become the old wizard's apprentice—an apprentice who was tormented with curses for even the slightest misbehavior.

"Crunch~"

A harsh sound echoed from the long-neglected wooden door of the cellar, and a flood of light poured in, causing Anton's eyes to wat.

The filthy black wizard's robe gradually approached, the large hood concealing his face, revealing only a tall nose bridge.

The old wizard extended his pale, wrinkled hands.

In his hand, he held a ten-inch maroon wand.

Waving it lightly.

The button at the end of the chain undid itself with a snap, and Anton collapsed to the ground.

The old wizard looked down at him and let out an aged and harsh, low laugh. "After a young wizard experiences a surge of magical power, if he doesn't use his wand to learn magic spells to regulate it, death will come at any moment."

"You haven't even reached the age of eleven, and the magic within you has already reached a critical point."

Anton knew that it would just become silent. Although he hadn't read the Harry Potter books or watched the movies, he hadn't missed out on the internet.

However, he had long passed the moment when he believed that a transmigrator was all-powerful when he first crossed over. At this point, he simply rubbed his wrist silently.

"You are the most talented of all my apprentices. If you are obedient, I will teach you magic spells."

Anton's heart stirred, and he quickly got up, pretending to be excited, "I...I..."

"Teacher, I was wrong." he said in a respectful tone.

The old wizard seemed satisfied with his performance. "Go and prepare a meal, and be careful not to accidentally add bright mushrooms."

Anton's tone became even increasingly respectful, "There won't be a next time."

"Um." the old wizard grunted as he floated away.

Anton squinted at the ground, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He didn't know how powerful this old man was in the world of Harry Potter, but he was definitely a pitiful man. Sometimes, the materials he had painstakingly accumulated were exchanged for experimental subjects.

So, does that mean the old wizard only has one wand?

If he were to break his wand while teaching, would he just be facing an ordinary, feeble old man?

This is an opportunity!

But he had to be cautious.

The fact that Anton had added poisonous mushrooms to the noodles had likely aroused the old wizard's suspicion.

Take it easy.

Anton sighed; he had enough patience.

Struggling to walk up the cellar stone ladder and open the door, the sun pierced through the fog in the forest, illuminating everything.

Step by step, he made his way to the kitchen in the corner of the walled yard. The cloth bag containing white flour was placed in the corner of the stove. Looking at its shriveled appearance, there wasn't much left in it. There was only a little bit of animal fat left in the clay pot, and even just a handful of salt.

"This poor bastard!" Anton complained once again.

The last time, the old wizard had grown tired of greasy pasta and steamed dumplings and lost his temper. Anton had gone to the forest to pick mushrooms to feed him.

Yes, add ingredients.

A small clump of dreamy-looking mushrooms.

Anton recognized them because he had seen them in popular science videos. They were Amanita muscaria. After eating them, he would only have a little diarrhea, and he would recover the next day.

On the third day, death!

The kind that is incurable.

There is a song that goes like this, "Red umbrella umbrella, white pole pole, after eating the reclining board. Lying on the board, burying the mountains."

Anton was looking forward to the moment when he bury the old man in the forest with his own hands.

Unfortunately, no matter how naturally he behaves, the old wizard is still extremely miraculously alert to the danger.

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm just a child." Even though Anton tried his best to explain, the old wizard still subjected him to several Cruciatus curses.

He didn't know why the old wizard suddenly wanted to teach him magic, but he was never afraid to carry this dark wizard with the greatest malice.

Skilled in kneading dough, lighting fires, and pouring oil

Anton first cooked a big bowl by himself, and then walked to the hut with the remaining small bowl of noodles.

If he didn't eat beforehand, the old wizard would never leave him time to eat.

"Teacher, it's time to eat."

The old wizard nodded and raised his head from the stack of parchment. When he wasn't wearing a hood, his white hair and beard looked particularly dazzling.

On his wrinkled face, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his light blue eyes looked incredibly deep.

He slowly turned his head to look at Anton's oily face, was silent for a moment, then walked over and picked up the spoon.

"Go and clean up, we'll go to Knockturn Alley later."

Knockturn Alley!

Anton's eyes widened. Now it was finally confirmed that this was the world of Harry Potter!

He just didn't know what year it was now.

When he crossed over, he followed this old wizard as he wandered everywhere, all in desolate suburbs.

Sometimes he would not dare to say a single word to others when he encountered a gathering of strange people

It must be the era of Harry Potter!

He silently prayed to himself.

It's not that he liked Harry Potter as a kid, but at this time, the first generation Dark lord were imprisoned, and the second generation Dark lord ran for their live's everywhere. As long as he found a way to enter Hogwarts to study, he could gain relative stability in life.

He was fed up with the days when he could be killed at any time.