Chapter 1

In the dim and damp cellar, moss covered the stone walls.

Two chains extended from the crevices in the stones, suspending the small body of Anton in mid-air.

He panted like a broken windbox, his lifeless eyes staring at a small grated window in the corner. Sunlight filtered through, and tiny sprites danced in the beams of light.

"Cruciatus!"

The curse's light flashed in the dim cellar.

"Ugh!" Anton gritted his teeth, suppressing a scream of pain, his vision gradually darkening and blurring.

How many Cruciatus Curses had he endured?

He couldn't remember, but he knew this time he might really be dying.

"I don't know if this is the world of Harry Potter, but I might not live long enough to receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts."

The figure in the black hooded robe gradually faded into the darkness in his vision.

Anton exhaled, his heavy eyelids drooping, and his head fell forward.

...

When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed, only feeling the excruciating pain from where the chains held him.

It felt as if he were about to split open.

"Ha ha." Anton laughed, "I didn't die!"

He had survived another round of the old wizard's various curses.

Two months ago, he had been transported to this abnormal Britain, becoming an apprentice to a dark wizard. To be precise, he was more of a test subject, a bait for werewolves, a punching bag, and a free servant.

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

Anton had escaped when the old wizard was drunk, running for several miles, thinking he had escaped. But he was hit by his first Cruciatus Curse.

The feeling was like being stabbed by multiple knives inside his body.

At that moment, he disgraced all穿越者 (travelers). He howled in pain and humbly begged the old wizard for forgiveness.

The old wizard magnanimously forgave him and sent him alone into the dark forest to lure a werewolf that liked to attack young wizards.

It worked perfectly.

The old wizard obtained a hairy and robust werewolf.

And Anton became the old wizard's apprentice, an apprentice who would be tortured by a curse at the slightest mistake.

"Creak~"

The old, dilapidated cellar door creaked, and a flood of light poured in, causing Anton's eyes to tear up.

A dirty black robe approached, the large hood obscuring the face, revealing only a prominent nose.

The old wizard extended a pale, wrinkled hand.

In his hand was a ten-inch reddish-brown wand.

He waved it lightly.

The chains' clasps unlocked with a clank, and Anton fell to the ground.

The old wizard looked down at him and emitted a hoarse, piercing laugh, "A young wizard, after a magical surge, will die if he doesn't use a wand to learn spells to channel the magic."

"You haven't reached eleven years old, but your magic is already boiling to the critical point."

So, he would become an Obscurial, Anton knew. Although he hadn't read the Harry Potter books or watched the movies, he had read plenty of web novels.

But he had long passed the stage of thinking that being a traveler made him invincible. Now, he silently rubbed his wrist.

"You are the most talented among all my apprentices. Be obedient, and I will teach you spells."

Anton's heart stirred, and he quickly got up, feigning excitement, "I... I..."

"Teacher, I was wrong."

The old wizard was clearly satisfied with his performance, "Go cook, and don't accidentally put colorful mushrooms in again."

Anton's tone became even more respectful, "It won't happen again."

"Good."

The old wizard floated away.

Anton squinted at the ground, a slight smile on his lips.

He didn't know how powerful the old wizard was in the Harry Potter world, but he was definitely a pauper. Sometimes, the materials he had worked hard to gather were used for experiments.

So, did that mean the old wizard only had one wand?

If he broke the wand during a lesson, would he only be facing an ordinary old man?

This was an opportunity!

But he had to be extremely cautious.

Anton's attempt to poison the old wizard with mushrooms had already raised the old wizard's suspicions.

Take it slow.

Anton sighed; he had plenty of patience.

Struggling up the cellar stairs, he opened the door, and the sunlight pierced through the forest mist, illuminating everything.

He walked step by step to the kitchen in the corner of the walled courtyard. A bag of flour was in the corner of the stove, looking almost empty. The clay pot of mutton fat had only a bit left, and there was only a small handful of salt.

"This pauper!"

Anton complained again.

The last time the old wizard got tired of eating oily noodles and steamed buns, he had a big temper tantrum. Anton had scurried into the forest to gather mushrooms to add to the meal.

Yes, to add.

A cluster of mushrooms that looked beautifully dreamy.

Anton recognized them because he had seen a video about them. They were Amanita muscaria, which would only cause slight diarrhea and recovery the next day.

By the third day, death!

Irreversible.

There's a song that goes, "Red umbrella, white stem, after eating, you'll lie down. Lying down, you'll be buried in the mountains."

Anton looked forward to the moment he would bury the old wizard in the forest.

Unfortunately, no matter how natural he acted, the old wizard was incredibly alert to the danger.

"I don't know, I don't understand, I'm just a child." Even as Anton tried to explain, the old wizard still hit him with several Cruciatus Curses.

He didn't know why the old wizard suddenly wanted to teach him spells, but he always assumed the worst about this dark wizard.

He skillfully kneaded the dough, lit the fire, and poured the oil.

Anton ate a large bowl of noodles himself before taking the remaining small bowl to the cottage.

If he didn't eat first, the old wizard wouldn't leave him any time to eat.

"Teacher, it's time to eat."

The old wizard nodded, lifting his head from a pile of parchment. Without the hood, his white hair and beard were particularly striking.

His deeply sunken eyes and deep blue gaze looked profound.

He slowly turned to look at the oily noodles, paused for a moment, and then walked over to pick up the spoon.

"Go clean up, we're going to Diagon Alley."

Diagon Alley!

Anton's eyes widened. This confirmed it; this was the world of Harry Potter!

But he didn't know what year it was.

Since he had been transported, he had been wandering with the old wizard, always in desolate areas.

Sometimes they encountered strange gatherings, but he didn't dare speak to anyone.

It had to be the era of Harry Potter!

He silently prayed.

It wasn't that he liked Harry Potter, but at this time, the first Dark Lord was in prison, and the second Dark Lord was on the run. If he could manage to enter Hogwarts, he could have a relatively stable life.

He was tired of living in constant fear of being killed.