The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"You agreed?" The strange man was obviously stunned: "Let me walk with you and your friends?"

The beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly on the monster's ferocious, rough and somewhat indistinct face.

"Of course, on this strange journey, wouldn't it be nice to have one more person traveling with us!" Jon said calmly, "And I need to correct one thing... Mr. William Smith is not my friend. The travel companions I just met here and are going to Kruja together.”

While speaking, Jon smiled slightly towards Smith behind him: "I hope this sentence did not offend you, Mr. Smith."

"Definitely not." William Smith nodded quite gentlemanly.

The weirdo squinted his eyes and stared at Jon suspiciously, then at the gentlemanly Smith.

"If you want to go with us, you must at least tell us your name." Jon smiled at the strange man and suggested friendlyly.

"Sandro." The weirdo replied simply.

"It's just a name, not a surname..." Smith murmured softly behind him.

Jon didn't seem to care about this, he held out his hand in a friendly way: "Christopher Patrick!"

The weirdo hesitated for a moment, but still shook hands with Jon... It still hurts to be scratched on the back of his hand by his sharp nails.

William Smith also hesitated for a while, but like Jon, he came over and shook hands with this weird man named "Sandro", and introduced each other.

"The two gentlemen, let's go?" Afterwards, he suggested loudly.

Sandrou seemed to have no objection to this. He returned to his own table, picked up the remaining half of a greasy roast lamb leg, and stuffed it into his pocket; then he said in a low voice: "Yes. !"

"Sorry, I think I might have to delay a little bit!" Jon seemed to remember something, and said apologetically, "I seem to have forgotten something in the hotel room, I have to go back and get it...don't worry , it won't be long."

As he spoke, Jon hurried up the stairs with his suitcase.

Only the two traveling companions, William Smith and Sandro, were left, looking at each other with some vigilance.

...

As Jon said, he didn't stay long in the hotel room.

Only five minutes later, he returned to the restaurant of the hotel with his suitcase in hand; he called his two traveling companions and set off together.

Since Jon and Mr. Smith have never been to Kruya City before, nor are they familiar with the local fireplace network, so they cannot use methods such as Apparition or Floo Network... In addition, the location of the Muggle village on the extension road Little did they know that riding a broomstick risked violating the International Act of Wizarding Secrecy...so they had to choose Muggle transport and walk south to Kruja.

As for that Sandro, he was taciturn all the way and rarely spoke; he just followed behind them...the two of them didn't bother to ask his opinion, they just talked to each other.

"Patrick, I think there's something wrong with Sandro!" Taking a chance, Mr. Smith leaned into Jon's ear and said, "He looks dangerous, he doesn't look like a good person at all."

"It's just an ordinary traveler." Jon didn't care about it: "It just looks a little weird, Mr. Smith, you don't have to care too much."

Neither of them could convince the other, so they continued on their way, with the eccentric Sandro following them.

...

Albania can be said to be the poorest country in Europe, a small European country dominated by agriculture... The many cultural landscapes they saw along the way did not look like the end of the 20th century at all, but more like the 19th and 18th centuries News from Europe.

Moreover, the security conditions were also very poor, and at least three or four waves of local Muggles with malicious intentions were encountered along the way.

However, Sandro showed his existence value at this time. With his ferocious appearance and strong body, he easily deterred those vagrants...so he didn't cause any trouble along the way.

From Shkoder to Kruja on the map, the distance is less than 100 miles.

However, the poor traffic environment made them spend almost a whole day on this journey.

At dusk, when the sun was about to set, they finally arrived at a small town less than five miles away from Kruja.

"Why don't we find a hotel to rest for a while!" Jon suggested: "Everyone is probably exhausted from the journey along the way... have dinner, rest for a while, and then rush to our destination in the dark. "

Sandro frowned, and looked at Jon warily.

Mr. Smith readily agreed: "I'm more than happy, because I'm terribly exhausted."

...

The environment of the hotel where I rested this time is obviously much worse than the one in the morning.

Jon handed the innkeeper a tip in a ten-dollar bill and managed to get to a quieter cubicle upstairs.

But the dinner was still very poor, the pork chops felt undercooked, the bread was hard and looked like it had been stored for many years, the sandwiches were slightly stale, and...

"Damn it, there is sand in this wine!" Jon put down the glass in his hand with a gloomy face: "This is really terrible, I have to go to the boss to discuss it!"

"It's the last part of the journey, bear with it." Mr. Smith sighed after putting down his glass, and said, "We're going to arrive at our destination soon, one thing more is worse than one thing less..."

But Jon had already picked up the keg and left the compartment.

Five minutes later he returned with a new barrel and three glasses in his hand.

"A confusion spell." Jon said triumphantly: "Let that Muggle take out the best barrel of wine it has made."

While speaking, he opened the wine barrel and poured three glasses in turn.

Jon said loudly: "Let's have a taste, everyone. After drinking this glass of wine, shall we go on the road before the sky is completely dark and the moon is out?"

While talking, he raised his glass and drank it down.

Mr. Smith drank it in one gulp, but Sandro hesitated for a moment before drinking slowly.

"Speaking of which, there is one thing..." Seeing that the two traveling companions drank the wine, a smile appeared on the corner of Jon's mouth:

"That is—I think there seems to be a werewolf among us..."

"...So, Mr. Werewolf, can you volunteer to admit it?"