Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Ivan remembered the magical item that could reverse time and space, although the use of the time converter had some limitations, and it couldn't change the established facts.

But with proper calculations, there should be a chance to reverse all of this...

The premise is that he needs to find the messenger behind the scenes before that, and figure out what happened.

The renewed hope made Ivan cheer up again, and began to clean up the messy dark magic shop with the dusting spell.

Under the action of magic, dust and some irreparable wooden frames were all swept into the corner, and the blood on the ground was also collected.

The only thing that didn't move was the corpses of the invaders. Ivan took a few steps closer and looked at them one by one, and found that they were all strange faces, and there was nothing on them to identify themselves.

After remembering their faces one by one, Ivan walked to the black robe wizard again, grabbed his head and looked at it, and let go in disappointment.

He is also dead!

Ivan sighed. If the black-robed wizard hadn't died, he might be able to torture some intelligence from the opponent's mouth, as well as the news that was instructed behind the scenes.

It's a pity that his basilisk pupil has played a deadly effect for the first time...

Ivan guessed that the power of Snake Eyes is probably related to his mood swings. The stronger the killing intent, the stronger the effect of direct death, but at the same time it is more likely to lose control...

The loss of an important source of information makes Ivan a little irritable, but this does not mean that he has no other way.

Ivan stretched out his hand and pulled a pinch of the black wizard's hair, then he paused, thinking of something, and took a piece of Aysia's hair.

Then Ivan began to deal with the corpses of the invaders, sealed them up, and threw them into a compartment.

As for Aisia's corpse, Ivan used the Transformation Curse to make a coffin and placed it inside, then ice-sealed it with the spell, and took it to the basement for storage.

Walking step by step in the basement with a coffin, Ivan's mood is very complicated. He remembers the summer vacation last semester, and he also followed Aysia to learn how to make magical objects here.

Thinking of this, Ivan turned his head and looked at the workbench, and found that there were a large number of magic props placed in it, which seemed to be things usually placed on the counter for sale.

Did Aysia anticipate an attack in advance?

The thought flashed in Ivan's heart, he didn't care anymore, sealed the coffin of Esiah in a secret underground place, and then sealed the entire basement!

After doing all this, Ivan decisively left the black magic shop.

After being attacked, this place is already very dangerous. He is not interested in being a target here, and he needs to find some helpers to implement the future plan...

For example, those werewolf wizards.

However, after arriving at the werewolf station in the rubble on the east side, Ivan realized that things were worse than he thought.

There is no one here, food is cooked in a large pot framed around the corner, and some dishes and chopsticks are scattered in the ground.

Ivan's face is very ugly, he muttered to himself.

"Who is it, who transferred all the werewolf wizards here, or obliterated?"

He had ordered Fran and Walker to contact Aysia only unilaterally, and he had to write to him to report the situation in any action, and it was unlikely that Dougt would mobilize them.

......

Two days later, in an abandoned house somewhere in Turnover Alley, Yifan concentrated on making a pot of compound soup.

Suddenly, Ivan's movements stopped and he looked forward.

A small, ugly house elf appeared there, holding a pile of potions books in his hands.

"Sir, the book you need..." Dobby carefully put the book on the table.

Then Dobby looked at Ivan eagerly, and stopped talking. It keenly sensed that Ivan was in a bad mood, and wanted to ask questions and solve problems for his new owner.

But looking at Ivan's gloomy face, Dobby didn't have the guts to speak...

"How about the place where you are monitoring?" Yifan turned his head and continued to make the compound decoction, asking stiffly.

"Everything is normal, sir! No suspicious persons were found." Dobby reported.

Ivan nodded, somewhat disappointed.

It stands to reason that the black-robed wizards who attacked the black magic shop were completely wiped out, and no news came out. The agents behind the scenes should send investigators to check the situation.

With this in mind, he would send Dobby there to watch.

If you can catch the other party's investigators, you will be able to find out the ins and outs of the attack, find and kill the messenger behind the scenes.

It was a pity that the other party was more cautious than he expected, or the investigators had already arrived before he sent Dobby to monitor.

Ivan frowned, broke another clue, and then recalled scenes from two days ago.

While the anger filled his heart, Ivan was very sure that Dougte must know something, and may even be involved in it...

Ivan doesn't know where this **** is, but he can find someone who knows him!

"Dobby, get ready, I'll take me to the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injury and Sickness." Ivan covered the pot of potion. It takes a certain amount of time to make the compound decoction.

If I didn’t find Dougert’s movement this time, Ivan would have to take the risk of using the compound soup to disguise himself as the dead black-robed wizards, or even Asiah, and go to places where there are many people like the Broken Cauldron Bar. The spies and the hunters behind the messengers lead out.

This is why he blocked the news and dealt with the intruder's corpses one by one...

"Yes, sir! Dobby can take you there anytime! The former owner once took Dobby there!" Dobby promised, patting his chest.

.....

In the evening, in the corner of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injury and Injury, the space in the corner of the dean's office seemed to be torn apart.

In a blink of an eye, a large and a small figure appeared out of thin air Ivan looked around, it looked very big, and the entire dean’s office was divided into two areas for receiving guests. The lobby, and the desk filled with various paper documents.

On the wall are various medals and banners, as well as a striking Merlin Medal.

"This is..." Ivan walked all the way to the desk and picked up the photo frame in the corner with a group photo on it.

In the middle of the photo is the appearance of a brown-haired young wizard in his twenties, with a hearty smile on his face.

Ivan once saw a photo of him in his youth on the wall of Dougert's mansion, exactly like this one.

A middle-aged wizard and a middle-aged witch stood on both sides of the young Dougt. It seemed that they should be Dean Bohan and his wife...

(PS: There were a lot of people spraying in the last chapter. Let’s just talk about it. Angels are not literary. Reversal is not a system task. The plot can be rounded back. The upper floor of Dougert’s mansion is not the protagonist.)

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