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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 eting point between the British magical world and the real world, it is always noisy and unusual at all tis.
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 ti.
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 an to be angry, but secretly warned in his heart.
It seed 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 gas in a row, and they will win this ti! I squeezed a whole 500 Jin Jialong, this ti 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 ti!"
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 co 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 ga 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 sa, dressed in a gray gray, with a long beard hanging down to his chest, stained with so 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 mont, 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 soone, 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 to be lazy again..."
"After all, your mother's Esiah may have so opinions about ..." 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 "so" opinions.
At the sa ti, 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 sa, 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 sumr, maybe you can catch up with this year's Quidditch World Cup!"
"Sirius wrote to a few days ago and told a lot. In fact, it was about the World Cup. He paid a lot of money to book so 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 ti... If you have ti to write back, rember to thank him for his kindness!"
Between studying alchemy and watching a football ga, Ivan decisively chose the forr 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 ga 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 ntion 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 rembers 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 scread in shock.
"Oh! God, soone 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 so 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 rembered 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 ti is just right, take , 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 flas 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 troubleso.
The next mont, the fireball hit him, and Ivan felt that his body was ignited by the fla, 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 sa thod to teleport.
What Ivan didn't expect was that when the flas covered his whole body, Dumbledore suddenly spoke.
"Rember, where we are going this ti is..."
What is it?
Ivan's mind was dumbfounded, and then the sky turned around. Dumbledore's voice beca 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 ti to look more, and turned his head to look at Dumbledore very anxiously. "Professor, can you repeat the place you just let rember?"
"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 ti, but it's better not to be too frequent!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
Only then did Ivan understand. He who has learned so 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 mont, so he had to bite the bullet and squeeze forward.
Taking a few steps forward with great effort, the desolate scene ahead seed 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 ca in, would this house stand up and beat people like Transforrs.
It shouldn't be so exaggerated, right?
Ivan murmured silently in his mind, then looked at Dumbledore and asked. "Professor, sothing seed to be blocking when I ca in just now, is it the protection chanism here?"
"Yes, Nick hid this house and set up so 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 ca by himself?
"Pay attention to the movent of magic power, as long as you cast a spell, you will definitely leave so traces, especially this kind of continuous magic." Dumbledore saw Ivan's doubts and explained.
There was an expression of embarrassnt on Ivan’s face. He could not perceive the so-called traces of spell casting. When he cracked Voldemort’s chanism last ti, 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 ho of the master alchemy. Alchemy creatures running in groups from the side of the road from ti to ti, huge door panels with strange looks and snoring... everything was so magical.
It's like a fairyland in a fairy tale. Ivan even saw so 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 sothing was wrong..."
Ivan had known before that Sirius would definitely report the Horcrux incident to Dumbledore, of course, he had a draft for a long ti, 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 beco a corpse, and buried them in the cetery of the Black family." Ivan finally made a summary, and there was almost no concealnt 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 mont.
A few months ago, Snape's ridiculous words ca out of his mind again...
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