Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 263: The broken patron saint

Ivan was worried that he would miss the meeting on his own and Esiah happened to miss, so he patiently continued to wait for the meeting.

However, as time went by, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Ivan's heart gradually sank, and he was not prepared to wait any longer.

Ivan walked out of the Kingdom Cross Station alone, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the Muggles on the street were rushing and passing by...

Suddenly, a strong wind blew over, followed by the sound of a whistle.

Ivan turned his head abruptly and looked over, and he saw a bright purple three-story bus approaching here.

It was as fast as lightning, ramming on the straight lanes, ignoring the traffic rules set by the Muggles, sprinting all the way backwards, and the pedestrians and vehicles next to it did not seem to exist to it.

Ivan even saw that when the bus was about to hit a person, the body of the bus twisted suddenly, bypassing the pedestrian in a very strange way.

And the Muggle’s face was stuck to the car window, and he didn’t even notice it...

After a while, the purple car hovered in front of Ivan, and the windshield read Knight Bus in golden letters.

The door was opened with a bang. A conductor in a purple uniform put his hand on the door, looked at Ivan below, and said.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus-this is an emergency vehicle used to transport troubled wizards! Just stretch out your wand hand and board the bus, and we can send you wherever you want to go!"

"I am Stan Sunpark, and I will be the conductor of this trip!" With a smile on his face, Stan Sunpark moved away, bowed slightly and stretched out his hand in an inviting posture, seemingly not worried about Ivan. Would refuse the same.

"Go to the Broken Cauldron Bar!" Ivan walked up as he expected. It was naturally faster to take the Knight Bus than on foot.

"A total of nine Sicos, thank you!" Stan Sampark reminded, after Ivan paid the money, he turned to curiously inquiring why Ivan was alone at Kingdom Cross Station.

"Is the little wizard who came home by himself strange?" Ivan glanced at him.

"It's really not a lot as young as you!" Stan Sunpark said with a grudge.

"Okay, go in, please sit firmly and we are going to drive!" Stan Sunpark patted the car door and asked with a smile. "Do you need coffee? Or chocolate? You just need to add three more! Today we can save you a newspaper or a toothbrush!"

"No!" Ivan shook his head and was about to walk into the carriage.

At this time, Stan Sunpark suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, frowning and asking. "Wait, have we met somewhere, I always think you are a little familiar..."

"Then you may have admitted wrong..." Ivan stopped, turned his head, and said.

Ivan knows very well that Stan Sampak may have seen himself in the newspaper more than two months ago, but he does not want to cause trouble now.

Stan Sampak let go, and Ivan moved on.

The inside of the Cavalier Bus is bigger than it looks on the outside.

There are seven brass-framed beds, most of which are occupied by other passengers. The nearest old wizard occupies two beds with his body on his side. He is looking at a prophet’s daily newspaper and passing it. time.

Ivan randomly found a bed with no one by the window and sat down.

There was a light rain outside the window, and it looked grey.

The knight bus was sprinting on the road, and the bed in the car creaked. The bad experience made Ivan frown.

Fortunately, the speed of the Knight Bus was amazing, and the uncomfortable feeling lasted for about ten minutes. The car stopped in front of the Broken Cauldron Bar.

Ivan picked up his luggage and got out of the car, and Stan Sunpark's voice came from behind him.

"Good luck, Mr. Hals!"

Ivan turned his head unexpectedly, but saw Stan Sunpark take off his hat and salute him.

"I think you should carry the Merlin Medal on your chest at any time. That's a great honor!" Stan Sunpark said with a smile.

What am I doing wearing that thing? Ivan shook his head helplessly, he was not Lockhart.

Watching the weird knight bus driving far away, Ivan walked quickly into the broken cauldron bar.

Pushing open the door, the indoor stove is burning, and the tavern is very noisy. The old-fashioned owner Tom is drinking butter beer with a few wizards, and two fairies are playing cards not far away.

The lively atmosphere relieved Ivan's tense mood. He stood on tiptoe and tapped the enclosed stone brick on the side of the tavern three times with a magic wand.

This enclosed wall shook suddenly, and then the stone bricks full of it began to move irregularly. It didn't take long for a wide archway to appear in front of Ivan. Outside the passage was Diagon Alley!

Ivan didn't have the mind to stay here more. After walking through a bustling street, he turned to Knapped Alley.

It seems to be more silent here than before.

The few shops in the eye were clearly still open, but they closed their doors and windows, and the dark wizards who wandered nearby were nowhere to be seen.

In the evening, the sun set, and the continuous light rain slowly stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were still gloomy.

Ivan's inner anxiety became more and more intensified, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Boom~

Just as Ivan was passing a corner, a huge explosion sounded from the front, and the bright red flames were clearly visible.

Ivan hurried to the direction of fire and explosion.

When he got there, Ivan's pupils shrank, and the place where the accident happened was his black magic shop.

An irregular circular hole was exploded on the side of this double-storey building, and some fire light, gravel and dust were still faintly visible on the ground.

Ivan blessed himself with an iron armor curse as fast as he could, and rushed in directly. Seven or eight corpses in black robes fell to the ground and were blown to blood.

It's a thunderbolt explosion! At a glance, Ivan recognized the killing magic that could cause such a range.

Did Aesia do it? How is she?

Ivan tried his best to think of a good place ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but he became more upset in his heart.

The use of blasting magic of such intensity in a small room is extremely dangerous, unless it is a last resort, it would not be done.

Ivan ran all the way, trying to use the faster unicorn shadow to help him search. The white mist gradually floated out of the magic wand, but he could not form the appearance of a patron saint...

"Hushen guard...Hushen guard!" Ivan tried hard to release his blood magic. Finally, the white mist reluctantly condensed into the appearance of a unicorn, but in the next second it suddenly dissipated, and the white mist floating from the wand also disappeared..

Ivan's footsteps stopped, his brain was blank,

On the floor in the corner of the hall, a familiar figure fell in a pool of blood. She closed her eyes, her delicate side face was bloodless, and her scattered long hair was stained with blood...

That's Aysia!