Hogwarts Blood Wizard

"Ron, this way!"

In the crowded crowd, Ivan saw someone beckoning to them. It was a red-haired middle-aged man with a rich look. Ivan also saw him nodding to him kindly.

Next to the red-haired middle-aged man stood a slightly chubby woman. She was thrusting her waist and angrily reprimanding the brothers George and Fred. The two drooped their faces like frost hitting an eggplant. Dare not say.

Ivan immediately understood that they must be the Weasleys, and George and Fred were reprimanded probably because the history of magic was exposed.

"My dad called me. I'm going over first. You can come to my house when you have time. I will send you a letter during the holidays." Ron turned his head and said something, then pushed his suitcase into it. In the pile of people.

Because it was too crowded here, Ivan didn't mean to get to know him in the past. Besides, he didn't know that the other party knew that he was the child of the black wizard and couldn't wait to see him.

Then Harry was quickly pulled away by his Uncle Dursley, and the other party didn't even want to stay longer for a moment, putting on a stinky face, and completely ignored Ivan and others.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, was very good, and Ivan also politely chatted with him a few more words.

Most of the little wizards were picked up, and the crowd was sparse. Ivan tried to find the figure of his mother Isiah in the crowd, and suddenly noticed that someone was holding his shoulder.

The wand hidden in Ivan's sleeve was already in his hand, but he was held in his arms before he could do anything.

A scent of lavender came from behind, and Ivan relaxed his vigilance. In his memory, this was the perfume that his mother used to be.

Sure enough, the next moment, Asia's unique and gloomy voice rang in her ears.

"I haven't seen each other for a year. It seems to have grown a lot taller and become more adorable. Have you missed your mother these days?"

"Of course... I think!" Ivan lied helplessly.

Turning to look over, there is a beautiful witch behind her, wearing a dark green wizard robe, which seems to have been carefully tailored to retain the original retro flavor, but also to highlight her figure. Over thirty years old.

Ivan is very uncomfortable with such close contact with a beautiful and unfamiliar woman, even if the other person is nominally his mother...

"Yes? Then why didn't I see you actively mailing even a letter back?" The smile on the corner of Aysia's mouth was closed, and she stretched out her index finger to hit Ivan's head with great dissatisfaction.

Ivan hesitated to find a reason, his eyes swept across the snow-white owl in the cage, and he had an idea and said vowedly.

"I sent it, maybe Maca found the wrong place halfway!"?

"You know, I just bought it at the beginning of school, so Maca may not even recognize the way home..." Ivan swiftly threw the pot to Maca, and the latter was safe. Staying in the cage looked at him innocently.

"Really?" Aysia didn't refute, but looked at him with a smile.

Ivan swallowed, only feeling the air pressure around him a little cold.

Aysia did not reveal Ivan's lies, but looked at the owl in the cage and smiled softly.

"I just learned a new dish yesterday, it's called stewed owl soup, otherwise we'll just eat this tonight."

Stewed owl soup?

The corners of Ivan's mouth twitched, don't you need to be so cruel?

"But I heard from Professor McGonagall that the owl is the wizard's best friend, and no wizard can harm the owl..." Ivan tried to persuade.

"Really? The Ministry of Magic does not have a prohibition on cooking owls..." Aisia said in a noncommittal sentence, and then took Ivan's wrist and walked out of the station.

Even if there are regulations,

Ivan thought helplessly, but still tried his best to say good things for Maca, and finally gave up Aysia's thoughts...

The reason is simple, it takes a lot of money to change a pet...

The two of them went all the way. Ivan had already replaced a wizard robe when he was at the station. Now he is wearing blue casual clothes like a pedestrian Muggle from the outside, which is well integrated into the pedestrian. .

But Aisia is the opposite. With her unique temperament, beautiful face and weird wizard robes, she attracts the attention of pedestrians, but she doesn't care at all, and walks ahead of herself.

After leaving the station, there were more and more pedestrians. Walking all the way to Commercial Street, Ivan looked up and saw a dirty and small bar, which looked dark and shabby, compared with the gorgeously decorated clothing stores and record stores nearby. It seems a little out of place.

In fact, it was the same. There seemed to be some invisible obstacles here. Ivan saw a lady trying to move forward, but took a big turn, and he didn't even notice it.

Is this the magic to expel Muggles?

Looking at this magical scene, Ivan kind of wanted to explore how it works, but now is obviously not the time.

Aysia has taken him into the Broken Axe Bar at this time,

As one of the important intersections between the magical world and the real world, the Broken Axe Bar is always a hot business. On the quaint bar counter, the old and quaint boss Tom is chatting leisurely with the weird-looking old witch.

The two witches and witches were sitting on the side table and whispering. A few idle drunks drank butterbeer, and even whistled at Aisia, but they didn't come up to talk presumptuously.

"I'm going to use Floo powder and fireplace!" Aixia completely ignored the drunks, her face looked gloomy, not the gentle wind and drizzle in front of Ivan, and she threw a copper Nat to the front desk. The tone was tough.

This kind of performance is very unpleasant, but sometimes it can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble...

"Of course, you are free..." The bar owner is a very kind person. After receiving the money, he reminded the two of them to put the Floo powder in the box above the fireplace.

"You come first, don't move around when you get there, remember, Knock Down Alley!" Aixia grabbed a handful of Floo powder and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan was a little surprised why he didn't send it directly to the house, but he still waved the Floo powder, and the little fluorescent light was ignited by magic in the fireplace.

"Turnover Alley!" Ivan said.

The faint blue flame rose up, and Ivan faintly felt a little hot in his body, but it was not like a flame burning.

Then there was a burst of space replacement. The body seemed to be drawn into the drum, and it spun quickly, making Ivan dizzy for a while, and he couldn't even open his eyes to see the entire transmission process clearly.