Chapter 543 Alchemy House (2 in 1, 4000 Words)

The next day, after breakfast, Ivan pulled the packed suitcase, said goodbye to Asia, who was still a little reluctant to leave, and went to the Leaky Cauldron Bar in Diagon Alley alone.

As an important intersection between the British magical world and the real world, it is extremely noisy at any time.

When Ivan opened the door and entered, he happened to hear several wizards sitting not far away discussing the chaos in Knockturn Alley during this period.

One of them angrily drank wine and complained that he couldn't even sleep recently. He hoped that all those dark wizards would die!

Ivan frowned, but he didn't mean to be angry, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

It seemed that the explosions and fires from the battle a few days ago had a greater impact than he expected and attracted the attention of many people. This was not a good sign.

Fortunately, Ivan soon breathed a sigh of relief, because he discovered that there were only a few people in the Leaky Cauldron who cared about the conflict between the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. What most wizards discussed the most was the Quidditch World Cup that was about to be held soon!

Obviously this world-wide event is more eye-catching than the death of several dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.

After Ivan stepped into the bar, a drunken wizard suddenly slapped the table, stood up, and said proudly.

"Ha! I bet on the Irish team. They have won four games in a row, and they will win this time! I bet a full 500 gold galleons, and I will definitely make a big profit this time!"

"Who said that? Krum of the Bulgarian team is the best seeker in the world. He will definitely catch the Golden Snitch! Ireland will definitely lose this time!"

The wizard on the opposite side also shouted loudly and badmouthed the Irish team. The wizard's face turned red with anger, and the two groups almost started fighting on the spot.

Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, watched this scene happily. Not only did he not mean to dissuade him, but he added fuel to the fire and asked if he wanted to have a drinking competition. Who would win?

Amid the noise, Ivan shook his head secretly. Although he had lived in the magical world for so many years, he still couldn't understand why these wizards had such high enthusiasm for a game played in the sky.

This is good, because fewer people will care about Knockturn Alley.

Ivan thought to himself, grabbing his suitcase and preparing to find a place to sit and wait. However, when he passed the noisy front desk and walked into the bar, he found that Dumbledore had already been waiting here.

After not seeing each other for many days, Dumbledore still looked the same as before, wearing a gray wizard robe, with a long beard hanging down to his chest, stained by some wine stains.

The injury on his right hand didn't seem to cause much trouble in his life. He switched to his left hand to raise a glass and drink. At this moment, he was chatting happily with two elderly wizards, and he looked a little bit more depressed than Ivan imagined. The children don't get along either.

If it were anyone else, I'm afraid he would never have thought that the most powerful white wizard in the magic world in front of him would be dead soon.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, it seems I'm a little late!" Ivan strode over and said hello.

Dumbledore put down his wine glass and turned his head. When he saw Ivan, a smile appeared on his lips. He looked at the magic clock hanging on the wall and said.

"It's not too late for you to come, Hals! I arrived a little earlier! And as usual, if you are traveling far away, I should visit your mother in person and explain the situation!"

"But I think you are different from ordinary little wizards and can handle these things by yourself, so please allow me to be lazy once."

"After all, your mother Asia may have some opinions on me," Dumbledore said teasingly, but there wasn't much of a smile on his face.

Ivan rolled his eyes. He felt that it was more than just "some" opinions.

At the same time, Dumbledore's words also aroused Ivan's curiosity. He hesitated for a while and then asked aloud. "Professor, do you have any conflicts with my mother?"

"Isn't it a contradiction? You can also say that, you have to know that some things in this world are always difficult to distinguish between right and wrong."

Dumbledore said in a vague tone. He didn't seem to want to talk about this. Before Ivan could continue to ask, he changed the subject and continued.

"Since you're already here, we'd better get going now! If all goes well, you might have to stay there for a while!"

"Of course, if you feel bored, you don't have to stay there all the time during the summer vacation. You might even be able to catch up with this year's Quidditch World Cup!"

"Sirius wrote to me a few days ago and told me a lot of things, including about the World Cup. He spent a lot of money to book some first-class tickets, which are the best seats. He plans to invite you all to go!"

As Dumbledore spoke, he took out a ticket from the sleeve of the wizard's robe and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan didn't expect Sirius to be so bold after being cleared of his charges, and actually planned to watch the Quidditch Cup.

Of course, it was also possible that Sirius was in a bad mood recently and wanted to relax because of Regulus' incident.

As for the ticket, Ivan thought for a while but did not take it, and shook his head in rejection. "Professor, I actually have no interest in the Quidditch World Cup. I would rather read more books if I have the time. If you have time to write a reply, please remember to thank him for his kindness!"

Between learning alchemy and watching football games, Ivan decisively chose the former because he was really not interested in this flying sport.

The only advantage of going to the scene is that you can set up a trap to catch Barty Crouch Jr. in advance!

But just catching a Death Eater is of no use. On the contrary, it will alert the snake, making Voldemort who is hiding in the dark more cautious, and even reformulate his resurrection plan.

In this case, things would be completely out of his control. It would be better to carry on as usual, secretly destroy the remaining Horcruxes, and then lead people to surround Voldemort and give him a surprise!

Not to mention that he has lived in the wizarding world for three full years. Under the butterfly effect, it is not certain whether the Death Eaters causing trouble at the World Cup venue will happen!

Dumbledore didn't know what Ivan was thinking, so he was a little surprised.

If he remembered correctly, Ivan's Quidditch level was very high and he won two consecutive Quidditch Cups for Gryffindor. He thought Ivan would pay close attention to this World Cup.

On the side, the bald wizard who also heard these words suddenly stood up in surprise, his drunken face red, he looked at Ivan and screamed.

"Oh! God, someone here actually said that he is not interested in the Quidditch World Cup. You must be joking, right?"

The wizards in the Leaky Cauldron also turned their heads with surprised expressions.

"If you think so, just think I'm joking." Ivan shrugged helplessly, and followed Dumbledore out of the Leaky Cauldron without any intention of arguing with a drunkard.

"British wizards all like Quidditch, Hals!" Dumbledore started to explain after leaving the door. "Especially during this period, there are often some irrational football maniacs in the Leaky Cauldron. If you don't want to get into trouble, you have to show that you are interested in Quidditch at least on the surface!"

Ivan thought of the football madman in England in his previous life, and he understood a little bit, so he curiously asked. "What about you? Do you like playing Quidditch too?"

Dumbledore smiled and didn't reply. He looked up at the sky and saw a golden-red phoenix flying towards them.

"The time is just right, hold me and I will take you there!" Dumbledore raised his left arm and said.

Ivan nodded and obeyed, grabbing Dumbledore's outstretched forearm.

Fox in the sky was getting closer and closer, with golden flames all over his body. It looked like a big fireball crashing towards this side.

Ivan forcibly stopped thinking about evading. With Dumbledore's strength, he didn't have to go to such trouble if he wanted to harm himself.

The next moment, the fireball hit him. Ivan felt that his body was ignited by the flames, but the difference was that there was no burning feeling and it was very warm.

Ivan was not panicked, because they used similar methods to teleport when they went to the Ministry of Magic before.

What Ivan didn't expect was that when the flames covered his body, Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

"Remember, where we are going this time is"

What is it?

Ivan's mind was confused, and then there was a spin. Dumbledore's voice became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't hear the subsequent words at all.

When Ivan walked out of the fire, he found that the surroundings had changed. The place looked very desolate, with only dirt and sand all over the ground.

Ivan didn't have time to look at it, so he turned to look at Dumbledore anxiously. "Professor, can you tell me the location you just asked me to remember again?"

"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 found that there was an extra coordinate in his mind, and he didn't know what it did.

"These are the coordinates, they are very important! You can try to use Apparition to do it yourself next time, but it is best not to do it too often!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Only then did Ivan understand. Having learned some contract magic, he knew that recording the location in this way was more convenient and confidential.

"Let's go!" Dumbledore patted Ivan on the shoulder, looked around, determined the direction, and finally walked towards the empty grassland aside.

Ivan hurriedly followed, but after taking a few steps, he felt that he had encountered an obstacle, as if he was in a quagmire, and every step he took was very difficult.

Dumbledore in front had disappeared. Ivan was in a dilemma for a while, so he had no choice but to push forward desperately.

He took a few steps forward with great effort, and the desolate scene in front seemed to be erased by a mysterious power. A vast courtyard appeared in front of him out of thin air.

A strange house stood in the center of the courtyard, as if it were alive, with several eyes-like windows staring at it.

Can alchemy actually bring an entire house to life?

Ivan couldn't help but be curious. If an enemy came in, would this house stand up and beat people like Transformers?

It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?

Ivan complained silently in his mind, then looked at Dumbledore and asked. "Professor, something seemed to be blocking me when I came in just now. Is it the protective mechanism here?"

"Yes, Nick hid this house and set up some mechanisms. The specific location of the entrance will change every once in a while." Dumbledore replied.

Ivan frowned. How should he confirm where the entrance is when he comes?

"Pay attention to the movement of magic. As long as you cast a spell, it will definitely leave some traces, especially this kind of continuous magic." Dumbledore saw Ivan's doubts and explained.

There was an expression of embarrassment on Ivan's face. He couldn't sense the so-called traces of spell casting at all. The last time he cracked Voldemort's mechanism, he still relied on his understanding of the original plot to pretend.

"Don't be too anxious, you will understand one day!" Dumbledore also realized that Ivan might not be able to do this with his current strength, so he comforted him.

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 alchemy master's residence. The alchemy creatures running in groups from time to time on the roadside, and the strange-looking and snoring huge door panels were all so magical.

This place is like a fairyland in a fairy tale. Ivan even saw some Muggle things, but they were obviously enchanted.

"I heard from Sirius that you destroyed a Horcrux in the Black family's old house?" Dumbledore suddenly asked on the way.

When he was in the Leaky Cauldron just now, he wanted to ask, but there were so many people there that it was not suitable for discussing such things.

"Yes! That's right! I had access to that diary two years ago and almost died in the secret room, so I was deeply impressed. I noticed something was wrong when I found the locket."

Ivan knew beforehand that Sirius would definitely report the Horcrux matter to Dumbledore, so he naturally had a plan in mind and quickly told the general story of the matter.

"Anyway, that's it! After we destroyed the Horcrux, we went to the cave where the fake Horcrux was placed and brought Regulus, who had turned into an Inferi, and buried him in the Black family cemetery." Ivan concluded at the end, hiding almost nothing throughout the whole process.

He even told the story of how he lost control after releasing the Fire Spell in the cave.

Because Ivan knew that even if he didn't tell Dumbledore, he would definitely know it from Lupine and Sirius, which would only increase suspicion.

Dumbledore listened quietly, and when he saw Ivan's tone of voice was relaxed, as if destroying a Horcrux and sneaking around in the cave where Voldemort placed the Horcrux was no big deal, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. For a moment.

A few months ago, Snape's sarcastic words resurfaced in his mind.

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