Hogwarts Blood Wizard

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

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

　　 She originally thought that Ivan asked her to protect her 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 Guardian is not low, all that is missing is the transformation of the Guardian God.

　　 And this is also the 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 is 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." Aysia said distressedly, because it means that she will have to spend a fortune again. .

　　I practice something to protect the gods?

　　 Is it a dementor?

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

　　 Most of those things are guards in Azkaban, and the rest are also seen in groups in places where death and disease are spreading. It is 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 is a bit strange.

　　 Aysia thinks that the thing he fears most is the dementor, so he rushed to learn to protect him, right?

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

　　 Forget it, Bogut is Bogut...

　　 Ivan feels that after practicing Occlumency, he may be able to forge a memory and make it look like a dementor. It should be more or less useful, right?

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

　　 In my free 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 fantasies mercilessly.

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

　　 "Then you use magic props when you are practicing?" Ivan said weakly, but he saw Aisia secretly repairing the damaged badge in the studio after the battle was over...

　　 He saw 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 spitting out, but as Aysia's increasingly dangerous gaze, he still wisely chose to shut up...

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

Compared to the little jokes and nonsense 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 repulsive thoughts. 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 of this dark magic shop, or the salesperson at the front desk. When he encountered something that couldn't be solved, I would let Esiah deal with it.

　　Every week he works, 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 books, and taking care of his black magic shop.

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

　　 Ivan is not surprised, selling dark magic goods, sometimes it is normal not to visit customers for ten and a half months. Only three or five deals are needed in a month, and the gold Jialong earned is enough for them to survive.

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

Jingle Bell...

　　 On the door, the hanging doorbell moved without wind, and Ivan put down the book in his hand. This is a little magic set by Esiah 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, looking about in his early forties, with sparse brown hair neatly combed behind his head, wearing a large black-gray wizard robe, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com has two sleeves, one long and one short. It seems that some potion to increase fragrance has been temporarily sprayed on his body, but Ivan is still able to 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 President of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries!

　　 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 Dougt.

　　 But Ivan is a little confused, how could such a character be reduced to living in Knockturn Alley?

"What about 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 subconsciously hid, and after hiding, he was stunned. Why was he so proficient?

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

　　Dougt was not embarrassed if he failed to touch his head, he calmly retracted his hand, and Ivan spoke 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.

　　 Ivan was dubious, and then remembered the doubts before, and asked aloud.

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

　　 Hearing Ivan talking about Dumbledore, Douglas didn't look good, so he hesitated for a while before speaking.

　　 "That's because ten..."

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