Chapter 266 The Disappeared Werewolf Wizard

Ivan thought of the magic item that could reverse time and space. Although the use of the time turner has some restrictions, it cannot change the established facts.

But if you calculate it correctly, there should be a chance to reverse all this.

The premise is that he needs to find out who is behind the scenes before that and figure out what is going on.

The renewed hope made Ivan cheer up and began to use dust removal spells to clean up the messy black magic shop.

Under the influence of magic, the dust and some irreparable wooden frames were all swept into the corners, and the blood stains on the ground were also gathered up.

The only ones that remained untouched were the corpses of the intruders. Ivan took a few steps closer to check them one by one, and found that they were all unfamiliar faces, and there was nothing on them to identify themselves.

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

He is dead too!

Ivan sighed. If the black-robed wizard had not died, he might have been able to extract some information from the other party's mouth, as well as information about what was behind the scenes.

It's a pity that for the first time, his Basilisk Eyes have a direct death effect.

Ivan guessed that the power of Snake Eyes is probably related to his own mood swings. The stronger the killing intention, the stronger the effect of immediate death, but at the same time, it is also easier to lose control.

Losing an important source of information made Ivan slightly irritated, but this did not mean that he had no other options.

Ivan stretched out his hand and pulled off a handful of the black-robed wizard's hair. Then he paused, thought of something, and took a piece of Asia's hair.

Then Ivan began to deal with the bodies of the intruders, sealing them and throwing them into a compartment.

As for Asia's body, Ivan used a transformation spell to make a coffin, placed it inside, sealed it with a spell, and brought it to the basement for storage.

Walking step by step in the basement with a coffin, Ivan felt very complicated. He remembered that during the summer vacation of last semester, he followed Asia to learn how to make magic items 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 there. It seemed that they were all items that were usually placed on the counter for sale.

Did Asia anticipate the attack in advance?

Thoughts flashed through Ivan's mind, and he ignored it. He sealed Asia's coffin in a secret place underground, and then sealed the entire basement!

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

After being attacked, this place has become very dangerous. He has no interest in being a target here and needs to find some helpers to implement his subsequent plans.

For example, those werewolf wizards.

However, when he arrived at the werewolf station in the rubble ruins on the east side, Ivan discovered that things were worse than he imagined.

There was no one here, food was being cooked in a large pot on the corner, and there were some tableware scattered on the ground.

Ivan's face looked very ugly, and he murmured to himself.

"Who on earth can transfer or kill all the werewolf wizards here?"

He had ordered Fulen and Walker to only contact Asia unilaterally, and to write to him to report on any actions. Doggett was unlikely to mobilize them.

Two days later, in an abandoned house somewhere in Knockturn Alley, Ivan was concentrating on brewing a pot of polyjuice potion.

Suddenly, Ivan stopped moving and looked forward.

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

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

Then Dobby looked at Ivan longingly and hesitated to speak. He was keenly aware that Ivan was in a bad mood and wanted to ask questions and help his new master solve his problems.

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

"How is the location you were asked to monitor?" Ivan turned around and continued to brew the polyjuice potion, asking in a stiff tone.

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

Ivan nodded, somewhat disappointed.

Logically speaking, all the black-robed wizards who attacked the black magic shop were wiped out, and no news came out. The person behind the scenes should have sent investigators to check the situation.

With this in mind, he sent Dobby there to keep an eye on him.

If you can catch the other party's investigators, you can follow the clues to find out the ins and outs of the attack, find and kill the person behind the attack.

Unfortunately, the other party was more cautious than he expected, or perhaps the investigators had already arrived before he sent Dobby to monitor.

Ivan frowned, broke another clue, and then recalled the scene two days ago again.

While anger filled his heart, Ivan was very sure that Docter must know something and might even be involved.

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

"Dobby, get ready and take me to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries later." Ivan covered the cauldron where the potion was brewed. It takes a certain amount of time to brew the polyjuice.

If Docter's movements are not found this time, Ivan can only risk using polyjuice potion to disguise himself as the dead black-robed wizards, or even Asia, and go to crowded places like the Leaky Cauldron to kill him. The spies and pursuers who were behind the scenes were lured out.

This is also the reason why he blocked the news and disposed of the bodies of the intruders one by one.

"Yes, sir! Dobby can take you there at any time! The previous owner took Dobby there before!" Dobby assured, patting his chest.

In the evening, at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, in the empty corner of the director's office, the space seemed to be twisted and torn apart.

In the blink of an eye, figures one large and one small appeared here out of thin air.

Ivan looked around. It looked very big here. The entire dean's office was divided into two areas, the hall used to receive guests, and the desk filled with various paper documents.

Various medals and banners were hung on the walls, as well as an eye-catching Medal of Merlin.

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

In the center of the photo is a young wizard with brown hair, about twenty years old, with a hearty smile on his face.

Ivan once saw photos of him when he was young on the wall of Doggett's mansion, which were exactly the same as this one.

Standing on both sides of young Doggett were a middle-aged wizard and a middle-aged witch. It seemed that they should be Dean Bohan and his wife.

(PS: There were a lot of people who complained about the previous chapter. Let me just say it here. Angel does not have a youth problem, reversal is not a system task, the plot can be rounded off, and the upstairs of Doggett’s mansion is not the protagonist.)

Thanks to book friend Luo Baicrow for the 1,000 starting coins.