Chapter 264 The Collapsed Patron Saint

Ivan was worried that he would miss Aisia if he left on his own, so he patiently continued to wait for a while.

However, as time passed, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Ivan's heart gradually sank. He was not ready to wait any longer.

Ivan walked out of Kingdom Cross Station alone. Dark clouds covered the sky, and Muggles were coming and going in a hurry on the street.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew over, followed by a whistle,

Ivan suddenly turned his head and looked over, and suddenly saw a bright purple three-story bus driving towards this direction.

It was as fast as lightning, running rampant on the straight lane, without any regard for the traffic rules set by Muggles, sprinting in the opposite direction, and the pedestrians and vehicles next to it seemed to not exist.

Ivan even saw that when the bus was about to hit a person, its body suddenly twisted and bypassed the pedestrian in an extremely weird way.

And the Muggle's face was pressed against the car window, and he didn't even realize it.

After a while, the purple car hovered in front of Ivan, with "Knight Bus" written in gold letters on the windshield.

The car door opened with a bang, and a conductor in purple uniform put his hand on the door, looked at Ivan below, and said.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus - the emergency transport used to transport wizards in distress! Just hold out your wand hand, climb aboard and we'll take you wherever you want to go!"

"I am Stan Sampack, and I will be the conductor for this trip!" Stan Sampack had a smile on his face. He stepped aside, bowed slightly and extended his hand in an inviting gesture. He didn't seem to be worried about Ivan. Will refuse the same.

"To the Leaky Cauldron!" Ivan walked up as he expected. Taking the Knight Bus was naturally faster than walking.

"Nine Sickles in total, thank you!" Stan Sampac reminded. After Ivan paid, he turned curiously and asked why Ivan was alone at Kingdom Cross Station.

"Is it strange for a little wizard to go home by himself?" Ivan glanced at him.

"Not many are as young as you!" Stan Sunpack complained.

"Okay, come on in, please sit tight and we're going to drive!" Stan Sampac patted the car door and asked with a smile. "Do you want coffee? Or chocolate? Just add more Sanxico! We can also give you a newspaper or a toothbrush for free today!"

"No!" Ivan shook his head and was about to walk into the carriage.

At this time, Stan Sampac suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, frowned and asked aloud. "Wait, have we met somewhere? I always feel that you are familiar."

"Then you may have made a mistake." Ivan stopped, turned his head, and said.

Ivan knew very well that Stan Sampac might have seen him in the newspaper more than two months ago, but he didn't want to cause more trouble now.

Stan Sampac let go and Ivan moved on.

The interior of the Knight Bus is larger than it appears from the outside.

There were seven brass-framed beds inside, most of which were occupied by other passengers. The nearest old wizard occupied two beds and was reading a copy of the Daily Prophet. time.

Ivan casually found an unoccupied bed by the window and sat down.

At this time, it started to rain lightly outside the window, and it looked gray.

The Knight Bus was speeding along the road, and the bed inside the bus was shaking and creaking. The bad experience made Ivan frown.

Fortunately, the Knight Bus was incredibly fast. This uncomfortable feeling lasted for about ten minutes before the bus stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

Ivan picked up his luggage and got out of the car, and Stan Sampac's voice came from behind.

"Good luck, Mr. Hals!"

Ivan turned around unexpectedly, only to see Stan Sampac taking off his hat and saluting him.

"I think you should wear the Order of Merlin on your chest at all times. That's a great honor!" Stan Sampac said jokingly.

What am I doing wearing that thing? Ivan shook his head helplessly. He was not Lockhart.

Watching the weird Knight Bus driving into the distance, Ivan quickly walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

When the door was opened, the indoor stove was burning, and the tavern was extremely noisy. The owner Tom, who was over 70 years old, was drinking butterbeer with several wizards. Not far away, two goblins were playing cards.

The lively atmosphere relieved Ivan's tense mood. He stood up on tiptoe and tapped the closed stone bricks on one side of the tavern three times with his wand.

The closed wall shook violently, and then the stone bricks all over the wall began to move irregularly. Not long after, a wide archway appeared in front of Ivan, and outside the passage was Diagon Alley!

Ivan had no intention of staying here any longer. After walking through a busy street, he turned into Knockturn Alley.

It seems to be quieter here than before.

The few shops that caught my eye were still open during business hours, but their doors and windows were closed, and the dark wizards who usually roamed nearby were nowhere to be seen.

In the evening, the sun set in the west, the continuous light rain slowly stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were still gloomy.

Ivan's inner uneasiness intensified and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Boom~

Just as Ivan passed a corner, a huge explosion came from the front, and the bright red fire was clearly visible.

Ivan quickly ran towards the direction of the fire and explosion.

When he arrived at the place, Ivan's pupils shrank. The place where the accident happened was his black magic shop.

An irregular round hole was blown out of the side of the two-story building, and some firelight could still be seen vaguely. The ground was filled with rubble and dust.

Ivan used the fastest speed to cast an iron armor spell on himself and rushed in. Seven or eight corpses in black robes fell to the ground, and they were blown to pieces.

It's a thunderbolt explosion! Ivan recognized at a glance the magic that could cause such a range of damage.

Did Asia do it? How is she?

Ivan tried his best to think about the good things, but he became more and more uneasy.

It is extremely dangerous to use such strong explosive magic in a small room, so you would not do it unless absolutely necessary.

Ivan ran all the way, trying to use the faster Unicorn Shadow to help him search. The white mist gradually floated out of the wand, but it still could not form the appearance of a patron saint.

"Calling the Gods for Guards and Calling for the Gods for Guards!" Ivan tried hard to release his blood magic. Finally, the white mist reluctantly condensed into the shape of a unicorn, but it suddenly collapsed in the next second, and the white mist floating out of the wand also dissipated without a trace.

Ivan's steps stopped and his mind went blank.

On the floor in the corner of the hall, a familiar figure fell in a pool of blood. Her eyes were closed, her delicate profile was bloodless, and her long hair was stained with blood.

That is Asia!

(PS: Angel also asks everyone to be more patient. The early stage of this volume will be a little depressing. Judging from the feedback from book friends later, this volume is still very exciting. There are very few negative reviews, but rave reviews. Look. One glance at the book review section shows that not many people are criticizing this plot.)

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