Hogwarts Blood Wizard

"Forbidden book area..." Ivan briefly explained.

Aysia nodded, not asking more, but thinking about how to help him.

She originally thought that Ivan asked her for advice and guarded because she didn't know how to condense her emotions and couldn't release the spell, but now it seems that the situation is obviously not the case.

Ivan's mastery of the Hushen Guard is not low, all that is missing is the illusion of a patron saint.

And this is also a troublesome level of practicing calling the gods to guard. Some people may not be able to gather the guardian gods successfully after practicing for several months.

But it's not that there is no way to learn quickly, as long as it can create enough external pressure stimulation...

"Well, I will find someone to prepare for you to practice calling the gods, but it will take two or three days." Aixia said distressedly, because it means that she will have to spend a fortune again .

Practice something that calls God to protect?

Could it be a dementor?

Ivan guessed, but soon found it impossible. It was not so easy to get a dementor.

Most of those things were guards in Azkaban, and the rest were also seen in groups in places where death and disease were spreading. It was difficult to deal with, let alone catch one alive.

The most likely one should be Bogut, which can transform what people fear most.

The expression on Ivan's face was a little strange.

Isn't Aysia thinking that the thing he fears the most is the dementor, so he rushed to learn to protect him?

Ivan Zhang wanted to ask, but Aysia seemed to be secretive, and probably wouldn't tell herself directly.

Forget it, Bogut is Bogut...

Ivan felt that after practicing Occlumency, he might be able to forge a memory and make it look like a dementor. It should have some effect, right?

Next, Ivan was not idle while waiting. After the wand was in his hand and he could cast spells freely, he resumed his daily magic practice.

In his spare time, I was pestering Aysia to learn how to make magic items.

In the previous battle, Ivan was very interested in the explosive combat power that Esiah played with magic props. If he could make dozens of magic items and carry him, wouldn't it be invincible?

However, Aysia interrupted his fantasy without mercy.

If you really want to do this, after a battle, the family will go bankrupt...

"Then you are still using magic props when you are practicing?" Ivan said weakly, but he saw Aesia secretly repairing the damaged badge in the studio after the battle ended...

He looked at Aisia's distressed look before, and estimated that it would take a lot of Jin Jialong to repair...

Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to continue to spit, but as Aysia's increasingly dangerous gaze, he still chose to shut up very witty...

Aisia rummaged in the studio for a while, and finally found several thick books, and then threw them to him.

Compared to the little mess and fooling between him and the Weasley brothers at school, Aysia’s teaching method is much more formal. There are a few thick books that he will read after reading. ...

"Detailed Explanation of Basic Magic Materials", "On the Conductivity of Metal Magic Power", "Magic Pattern Arrangement-Tips You Don't Know"...

"I still have to read books..." Ivan muttered to himself while looking at the pile of books on the table.

But Ivan didn't have any thoughts of rejection. When he was at Hogwarts, he himself liked to soak in the library.

After throwing the book to Ivan, Aysia stayed in the basement to repair the magic items consumed before except occasionally going out.

And Ivan was successfully promoted to be the agent owner of this dark magic shop or the front desk salesperson.

Every week, he has two Jin Jialong as his salary, which is regarded as his pocket money...

So in addition to practicing magic all day long, Ivan just sat at the counter, flipping through the books and taking care of his black magic shop.

For several days, Ivan finished reading two books, but did not wait for any guest to come.

Not surprisingly, Ivan, selling dark magic goods, sometimes it's normal not to visit customers for ten and a half months. They only need to make three or five deals a month, and the gold Jialong earned is enough for them to survive.

Of course, it is only enough to survive. If the business is really bad, they will have to live a hard life for a while.

Jingle Bell...

The doorbell hung on the door, and the doorbell moved without wind. Ivan put down the book in his hand. This is a small magic set by Aesya at the door, which means that someone is coming in...

"Welcome to the magic shop, is there anything you need?" Ivan asked politely.

"Little Ivan? I'm not here to buy things."

Outside the door, an unfamiliar middle-aged wizard walked in. He looked like he was in his early forties. His sparse brown hair was neatly combed behind his head. He was wearing a large black-gray wizard robe with two sleeves long and one long. Short, it seems that some potion to increase fragrance was temporarily sprayed on his body, but Ivan can still smell the alcohol hidden under the fragrance.

Seeing people, the memory in Ivan’s mind emerged, and he finally had a certain understanding of the middle-aged wizard in front of him.

Dougt...

Former...Vice Dean of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries!

He is also his mother's most important friend in Knockdown Alley... and an ally!

No one knows what his last name is. In Ivan's memory, he is called Dougert.

However, Ivan did not understand, how could such a character be reduced to living in Knockdown Alley?

"Where's your mother? Why are you here today?" Dougt took a quick look around after entering the door. He didn't see anyone. Then he looked at Ivan. His eyes were full of love, and he even stretched out his right hand to want Stroking the top of Ivan's head.

Ivan hid subconsciously. After hiding, he was stunned. Why was he so proficient?

Looking through the memory, Ivan found out that he had done this action many times before, and there was about a half chance of being able to avoid it.

Dougt was not embarrassed when he failed to touch his head, and calmly withdrew his hand, Ivan said at this moment.

"My mother is in the basement, she should be repairing magic items? Is there anything you want?"

"I just came to see her," Dougt mumbled, and then walked inside in a familiar way.

Ivan was half-believing, and then remembering the doubts before, he asked aloud.

"By the way, do you know any conflict between my mother and Professor Dumbledore?"

Hearing Ivan talking about Dumbledore, Dougt's face was not very good, he hesitated for a while before speaking.

"That's because ten..."