Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 542: Alchemy Hut (2 in 1 4,000 words)

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The next day, after breakfast, Ivan took the packed suitcases, and after bidding farewell to the still reluctant Aisia, he went to the Broken Cauldron Bar in Diagon Alley alone.

As an important meeting point between the British magical world and the real world, it is always noisy and unusual at all times.

When Ivan pushed the door to enter, he happened to hear a few wizards sitting not far away, talking about the chaos in the Knockdown Alley during this time.

One of them was angrily drunk and complained that they were not even sleeping well recently. I hope that the dark wizards are all dead!

Ivan frowned, but didn't mean to be angry, but secretly warned in his heart.

It seemed that the explosion and fire of the battle a few days ago had a greater impact than he had expected, and it attracted the attention of many people. This was not a good sign.

Fortunately, Ivan soon breathed a sigh of relief, because he found out that there were only a few people in the Broken Cauldron Bar who cared about the black wizards in Knockout Alley. The most discussed by most wizards was the upcoming Quidditch World Cup in the near future!

Obviously this world event is more eye-catching than the few black wizards who died in Knockoff Alley.

After Ivan stepped into the bar, a drunk wizard suddenly patted the table, stood up, and said triumphantly.

"Ha! I bet the Bulgarian team, they have won four games in a row, and they will win this time! I squeezed a whole 500 Jin Jialong, this time I will definitely make a lot of money!"

"Who said that? Krum of the Irish team is the best seeker in the world. He will definitely catch the Snitch! Bulgaria will lose this time!"

The wizard on the opposite side also yelled loudly and badly sang the Bulgarian team. The wizard flushed with anger, and the two groups almost didn't pinch it on the spot...

Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, watched this scene happily. Not only did he not say anything to dissuade him, but he added fuel to the fire and asked whether he wanted to come to a wine competition. Whoever wins has the final say!

Amid the noise, Ivan shook his head secretly. Although he has lived in the magic world for so many years, he still can't understand why these wizards would have such a high enthusiasm for a game in the sky.

That's good, fewer people are thinking about paying attention to Knockturn Alley.

Ivan thought to himself, pulling his suitcase to find a place to sit and wait, but when he crossed the noisy front desk and walked into the bar, he found that Dumbledore had already been waiting here.

After not seeing him for many days, Dumbledore was still the same, dressed in a gray gray, with a long beard hanging down to his chest, stained with some wine stains.

The injury on his right hand didn't seem to cause much trouble to his life. He switched to a toast to drink with his left hand. At this moment, he was chatting happily with two elderly wizards, just like Ivan had imagined a depressed look. It doesn't matter to the children.

If you change someone, I'm afraid you won't think that the strongest white wizard in the magical world in front of him has been dead soon.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, it looks like I'm a bit late!" Ivan strode over and greeted him.

Dumbledore put down his wine glass, turned his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth when he saw Ivan, looked at the magic clock hung on the wall, and spoke.

"It's not too late for you, Hals! I was there a while early! And as usual, if you travel far, I should personally visit your house and explain the situation to your mother!"

"But I think you are different from ordinary little wizards. You can handle these things by yourself, so please allow me to be lazy again..."

"After all, your mother's Esiah may have some opinions about me..." Dumbledore said jokingly, but there was not much smile on his face.

Ivan rolled his eyes, and he felt that it was more than just "some" opinions.

At the same time, Dumbledore's words also aroused Ivan's curiosity, and he hesitated for a while before asking aloud. "Professor, is there any conflict between you and my mother?"

"Um...contradictory? You can say the same, you know that there are things in this world that are always difficult to distinguish between right and wrong..."

Dumbledore said vaguely, he didn't seem to want to talk about it, and before Ivan continued to ask, he changed the subject and continued.

"Since you have arrived, we better set off now! If everything goes well, you may have to stay there for a while!"

"Of course, if you feel bored, you don't have to stay there all summer, maybe you can catch up with this year's Quidditch World Cup!"

"Sirius wrote to me a few days ago and told me a lot. In fact, it was about the World Cup. He paid a lot of money to book some first-class tickets. It is the best position and intends to invite you all to go!"

While talking, Dumbledore took out a ticket from the sleeve of the wizard's robe and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan didn't expect that after Sirius had cleared his charge, he would be so free, and he actually planned to go to see the Quidditch Cup.

Of course, it may also be because of Regulus's affairs that caused Sirius to be in a bad mood recently and want to relax.

As for this ticket, Ivan thought about it and didn't accept it, so he shook his head and refused. "Professor... Actually I have no interest in the Quidditch World Cup. I would rather read a few more books at that time... If you have time to write back, remember to thank him for his kindness!"

Between studying alchemy and watching a football game, Ivan decisively chose the former because he really doesn't catch a cold with this kind of flying sport.

The only advantage of going to the scene is to be able to set up a game to catch Barty Crouch Jr. in advance!

But it was useless to catch a Death Eater. On the contrary, he would stun the snake, making Voldemort hiding in the dark more cautious, and even redesigning his resurrection plan.

In this case, things will be completely out of his control, it is better to proceed as usual, destroy the remaining Horcrux secretly, and then take people to surround Voldemort and give him a surprise!

Not to mention that he has lived in the magical world for three full years. Under the butterfly effect, it is not certain whether the Death Eaters' riot at the World Cup venue will happen!

Dumbledore didn't know what Ivan was thinking, so he was a little surprised.

If he remembers correctly, Ivan's Quidditch level is very high, and he won two consecutive Quidditch Cups for Gryffindor. He thought Ivan would pay attention to this World Cup.

On the side, the bald wizard who also heard these words suddenly stood up in surprise, his drunk face was red, he looked at Ivan and screamed in shock.

"Oh! God, someone here says that they are not interested in the Quidditch World Cup. You must be joking, right?"

The wizards in the Broken Cauldron Bar also turned their heads one after another, showing expressions of surprise.

"If you think so, then treat it like I'm joking..." Ivan shrugged helplessly, and had no plans to argue with an alcoholic, and followed Dumbledore to leave the cauldron bar.

"British wizards like Quidditch, Hals!" Dumbledore explained when he was out the door. "Especially during this period, there are often some irrational ball lunatics in the broken cauldron bar. If you don't want to cause trouble, at least you have to show that you are interested in Quidditch!"

Ivan remembered the football madman in England in his previous life, and understood a little bit, so he asked curiously. "What about you? Do you like playing Quidditch too?"

Dumbledore smiled, without answering, he looked up to the sky, and a golden-red phoenix was flying towards them.

"The time is just right, take me, and I will take you there!" Dumbledore raised his left arm and said.

Ivan nodded and did so, grabbing Dumbledore's forearm.

The Fox in the sky has gotten closer and closer, and golden flames burst up all over his body, looking like a big fireball hitting this way.

Ivan forcibly stopped the thought of avoiding, and wanted to harm himself with Dumbledore's strength, and it didn't have to be so troublesome.

The next moment, the fireball hit him, and Ivan felt that his body was ignited by the flame, but the difference was that there was no feeling of being burned, and it was very warm on his body.

Ivan didn't panic, because when they went to the Ministry of Magic before, they used the same method to teleport.

What Ivan didn't expect was that when the flames covered his whole body, Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

"Remember, where we are going this time is..."

What is it?

Ivan's mind was dumbfounded, and then the sky turned around. Dumbledore's voice became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't hear the follow-up words at all.

When Ivan walked out of the fire, he found that the surrounding area changed. It looked very desolate, with only mud and sand on the ground.

Ivan didn't have time to look more, and turned his head to look at Dumbledore very anxiously. "Professor, can you repeat the place you just let me remember?"

"It's already in your head, isn't it?" Dumbledore said earnestly. "Think about it!"

Ivan was confused and didn't understand what Dumbledore was talking about, but then he realized that there was an extra coordinate in his mind, not knowing what it was.

"These are the coordinates, very important! You can try to Apparate yourself next time, but it's better not to be too frequent!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Only then did Ivan understand. He who has learned some contract magic knows very well that recording the location in this way is more convenient and confidential.

"Let's go!" Dumbledore patted Ivan on the shoulder, glanced around, determined the direction, and finally walked towards the open grass.

Ivan hurriedly followed, and after not taking a few steps, he felt that he was hitting an obstacle, as if he was in a mire, every step was very difficult.

Dumbledore in front of him had disappeared in front of him, and Ivan was in a dilemma for a moment, so he had to bite the bullet and squeeze forward.

Taking a few steps forward with great effort, the desolate scene ahead seemed to have been erased by mysterious power, and a vast courtyard appeared in front of him out of thin air.

In the center of the courtyard stood a weird house, as if it were alive, with a few eye-like windows staring at him.

Can alchemy be able to activate an entire house?

Ivan couldn't help being a little curious, if the enemy came in, would this house stand up and beat people like Transformers.

It shouldn't be so exaggerated, right?

Ivan murmured silently in his mind, then looked at Dumbledore and asked. "Professor, something seemed to be blocking me when I came in just now, is it the protection mechanism here?"

"Yes, Nick hid this house and set up some institutions. The specific location of the entrance will change every once in a while." Dumbledore replied.

Ivan frowned, how could he confirm where the entrance was when he came by himself?

"Pay attention to the movement of magic power, as long as you cast a spell, you will definitely leave some traces, especially this kind of continuous magic." Dumbledore saw Ivan's doubts and explained.

There was an expression of embarrassment on Ivan’s face. He could not perceive the so-called traces of spell casting. When he cracked Voldemort’s mechanism last time, he still pretended to rely on his understanding of the original plot.

"Don't worry too much, you will understand one day!" Dumbledore also realized that with Ivan's current strength, this might not be possible, so he comforted.

The two of them just walked along the bluestone path in the courtyard towards the central house.

Ivan looked around curiously, and was very interested in the home of the master alchemy. Alchemy creatures running in groups from the side of the road from time to time, huge door panels with strange looks and snoring... everything was so magical.

It's like a fairyland in a fairy tale. Ivan even saw some Muggle things, but it was obviously magical.

"I heard Sirius say that you destroyed a Horcrux in the old house of the Black family?" Dumbledore asked suddenly on the way.

When he was at the Broke Cauldron Bar just now, he wanted to ask, but because there were so many people there, it was not suitable for discussing this kind of thing.

"Yes! That's right! Two years ago I touched the diary and almost died in the secret room, so I was very impressed. When I found the locket, I noticed something was wrong..."

Ivan had known before that Sirius would definitely report the Horcrux incident to Dumbledore~www.mtlnovel.com~, of course, he had a draft for a long time, and he quickly explained what happened.

"In short, that's it! After we destroyed the Horcruxes, we went to the cave where the fake Horcruxes were placed and brought Regulus, who had become a corpse, and buried them in the cemetery of the Black family." Ivan finally made a summary, and there was almost no concealment during the whole process.

Even when he released a fierce fire curse in the cave, he finally said what he lost control of.

Because Ivan knew that even if he didn't say that Dumbledore would definitely have learned from Lupin and Sirius, it would add suspicion.

Dumbledore listened quietly, seeing that Ivan’s tone was relaxed, as if he had destroyed a Horcrux. It would not be a big deal to go to the cave where Voldemort placed the Horcrux, and he couldn't help but smile. For a moment.

A few months ago, Snape's ridiculous words came out of his mind again...

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