Hogwarts Blood Wizard

　　 "Dougt!"

　　 Before Dougte finished speaking, Esiah walked out of the basement and interrupted aloud, with a trace of anger in his low tone.

　　 "Okay.. okay...I understand, those are things from the past." Dougt didn't want to mention these old events, because they always remind him of some angry things.

　　Dougt talked half way, leaving Ivan confused.

　　 ten... ten what?

　　 While Ivan was guessing silently in his heart, Aysia threw a book over and hit him on the head.

　　 "Read me well, don't keep asking about irrelevant things..." Aysia gave him a dissatisfied look, and finally looked at Dougter.

　　 "Did you get what I need?"

　　 "Of course, it's just that this thing is not easy to handle. You have to find a box that can trap it, and it took a lot of effort to send it here."

　　Dougert grinned and continued to complain, but then the conversation changed, and he patted his chest to indicate that if he could help, this trouble would not be a big deal...

　　 Aisia was not interested in listening to these nonsense, and threw the bag in her right hand over.

　　 "Is this enough?"

　　 "Look at what you said, I'm just doing a little favor, not a deal." Dougter smiled flatteringly, and after receiving it, he changed hands and threw it on the counter, beckoning Ivan to put it away.

　　 The bag is not big, and it is very light when it hits the wooden counter, but there is a sound of metal crashing against each other.

　　 Ivan guessed that the internal space of the bag may have been expanded and its weight reduced.

　　 I looked in through the unfastened opening, there are glittering gold inside, there are many, all of them are Jin Jialong...

　　 The conversation between the two of them, Ivan can also understand very clearly, the Jin Jialong that needs to spend this value, Dougt can only get a dementor...

　　 Thinking of this, Ivan suddenly looked at this middle-aged man with admiration. A former deputy dean of the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries had such skills.

　　 As for the bag thrown on the table by Doug, Ivan didn't mean to touch it, because he understood the character of his mother, Aisia, and was never willing to accept help from others.

　　Dougert also understood this, and sighed, very helplessly persuading him.

"I received news a few days ago that the Ministry of Magic will be making a big move in the near future, and it is stepping up the investigation of dark magic items. Minister Fudge has made a lot of determination this time, and even the manor of the pure-blooded wizard family is searching. Within the range. Although the Ministry of Magic is unlikely to find Knockoff Alley, it will affect business anyway."

　　 Hearing this, Ivan also remembered at this time. In the original book, Harry did have a large-scale search before he was in the second grade.

　　 Even the Malfoy family was affected and had to find a way to dispose of the Horcrux notebook. It can be seen that the Ministry of Magic's investigation was not a simple trivia.

　　 Aisia's face changed. If the Ministry of Magic really does this, then in the next few months, I am afraid that even a single big business will be gone.

　　 After all, those who really buy magic items are mostly rich people from pure-blood families. It is not realistic to expect the poor ghosts of Knockdown Alley to consume them.

　　 Even so, Aysia insisted.

　　 "I will find a way to deal with this matter, you should put away the money first."

　　 Seeing Esia's insistence, Dougt had no choice but to put the bag of Jin Jialong into his pocket, and then left for lunch with a dead skinny face.

　　 This time, Aysia did not refuse, but Ivan was very helpless, because Doug always tried to get close to him, and seemed to want to start from him to get closer to Aysia.

　　 Ivan rummaged through his own memories, and found that Dougte had been like this before, and he had never concealed his affection for Aysia.

　　Of course, the relative Aisia has never concealed that he has no interest in Dougt, but the other party is still happy...

　　 Until the afternoon, Ivan was unable to get rid of the middle-aged man, because the dementor who practiced calling the gods was placed in Dougert’s house and it was said that it was not easy to move.

　　Dougt directly suggested that if he was going to do something to the dementor, he could go to his home, and it would be safer to have him under his care.

　　 Aisia readily agreed, and then drove Ivan and Dougout out of the Black Magic Shop...

　　 "So, the dementor is the little Ivan you want?" Dougt's expression is very strange, he thought it was Aesia who was involved in some dark magic experiments that needed the dementor.

　　 "I used it to learn to call the gods, or else?" Ivan shrugged.

　　 "I knew you were going to use it, so I brought the box over." Dougt muttered to himself.

　　 Ivan naturally saw Dougt's careful thoughts, and was speechless, and he didn't want to spend an afternoon with this old man.

As soon as he went out, within a few minutes~www.ltnovel.com~Dougt took out a hip flask from his long sleeves and filled it up. The reason why he didn't drink it in front of Aysia was that Dougt didn't want to influence himself in the other side's mind. In front of Ivan, he couldn't help it.

Dougert’s house is not far from here, only a small alley, but the location is relatively remote, there are almost no houses around, but some trees and weeds grow empty, the side of the house is still slanted and slanted. There was a dusty sign with a few words outlined on it.

　　 St Mungo’s Magic Hospital...

　　 Ivan looked a little weird, if he remembers correctly, the hospital in the wizarding world seems to be called the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries, right?

　　 I dared to hang up the sign after deleting two words, this is also a ruthless person...

　　 Fortunately, no one came to trouble him all these years...

When I reached the door, Ivan realized that someone was waiting there. It was a wizard in his thirties. The wizard robe on his body was very shabby. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the left hand under his sleeves was faint. Braving the black air.

　　 Werewolf?

　　 Ivan looked at him, and he quietly held the wand in his right hand. After only a few days, Ivan did not forget the battle that night. One of the silver-haired werewolves was hit by black magic in his left hand.

　　 The scruffy wizard didn't mean to do anything. Instead, he walked up to Dougt and pulled his sleeves apart, revealing the corroded pits and pits, with a weird appearance of his left hand.

　　 "Is there any help?" said the wizard.

　　Dougte drank, but that didn't affect his judgment at all. After looking at it for a while, he opened his five fingers and gestured.

　　 "I can only last for five days?" The wizard was silent for a while before speaking.

　　 "I mean, there are a total of five hundred Jin Jialong..." Doug said gruffly.