Chapter 902 Memory Thread

After bidding farewell to Pierce, Ivan had no intention of delaying at all. The next day, he arranged the Red Heart Loyalty Charm in the mansion and ordered the Granger family to stay in the manor with peace of mind during this period and not to go out at will.

"Are you leaving tomorrow? Ivan? So soon?" Hermione said reluctantly.

"Well, it's a very urgent matter. It will take about a week or two. I should be able to come back before school starts..." Ivan said hesitantly. Searching for Thunderbirds and finding out about Grindelwald's whereabouts, no matter what It will take ten days and a half months.

"Okay..." Hermione raised her lips and spoke in a longer tone. It was clear that they had agreed to take time to go to London together yesterday.

However, the little witch also understood that what made Ivan do it so eagerly must be something very important and even extremely dangerous, so she did not object, but stepped forward and hugged Ivan. "Be sure to pay attention to safety!"

"Ha, it's not a dangerous thing..." Ivan explained nonchalantly, but Hermione obviously didn't believe it and stared at him intently, as if she wanted to see something from his face.

Ivan scratched his head and quickly changed the topic. "By the way, I put the Ravenclaw diadem in the bookcase in the alchemy room. If you need it, you can wear it at all times."

"But remember... don't stay up late reading!" Ivan reached out and tapped the little witch's forehead, saying in warning.

Hermione pouted and looked at Ivan dissatisfied. She didn't stay up late, she just fell asleep reading a book occasionally and fell asleep a little later.

"If I encounter something I don't understand while reading, can I contact you through the magic mark?" Hermione asked, and she suddenly realized that although she and Ivan needed to be separated for a long time, they were actually at any time. can be contacted with each other.

"Of course, no problem. As long as there is nothing else, we can chat all day long." Ivan responded with a smile.

The little witch turned slightly red and snorted, and she was so angry that she wanted to hit Ivan on the shoulder.

Ivan cleverly avoided it, but the smile on his face faded a bit, and he continued to speak cautiously. "But if I happen to have something urgent, I may temporarily cut off the communication function."

Although magic marks are easy to use, they sometimes cause unnecessary trouble, so during battles, he usually cuts off the communication function temporarily to avoid distraction.

"As for your alchemy course...just use this!" Ivan pointed the wand on his temple, and after a moment, he pulled out traces of white mist and put it into glass bottles.

"This is...memory thread?" Hermione looked at the strands of mist in the bottle in surprise and guessed.

"Yes, this is the memory related to when I first learned alchemy and made alchemical creations. You can browse it with the Pensieve." Ivan nodded and sank one of the memory threads into the Pensieve, indicating to the little witch that she could Give it a try.

Hermione eagerly followed Ivan's instructions and immersed her face in the pensieve. After about three minutes, she raised her head again, looked at Ivan, and said excitedly. "Oh my god, how did you come up with this idea? Learning by transferring memories?"

"Is the effect still good?" Ivan asked curiously.

"It's awesome!" Hermione said with a smile. In the world of memory, she could clearly see every step of Ivan's process of making magic items. This was much better than simply reading those alchemy books.

The most important thing is that the memory can be browsed over and over again, just like having a tireless teacher practicing it over and over again in front of her.

"Hogwarts should add this to its regular curriculum." Hermione vowed, so that she wouldn't have to worry about missing out on some important knowledge due to distraction in class.

"It's not as simple as you think... Only outstanding Legilimency masters can extract their own memories, and this thing is very private. Not many wizards are willing to share it with others." Ivan said in a dumbfounded voice.

He only dared to do this because of his close relationship with Hermione. Even so, Ivan still had a strange feeling when Hermione was watching the memory just now.

After making a study plan, Ivan took advantage of the last half day to take Hermione around London to relax. Then early the next morning, he went to the Muggle airport alone. Getting ready to fly to France.

Although he had gone to France several times by apparating when he was learning alchemy from Nico Flamel, they were all transmitted according to specific coordinates. Now that coordinates have been erased, Ivan has no choice but to use Some not-so-magical solutions to travel problems.

Fortunately, after years of development, Muggle transportation is very convenient. It only takes more than an hour to fly to the destination from England.

After getting a forged identity document through the Ministry of Magic, Ivan successfully passed the verification and got on the plane to savor the feeling of being a Muggle.

After leaving the airport, Ivan hailed a taxi and headed to the mysterious seaside town.

The driver was a bald man in his forties. He looked very wealthy, but was a little too talkative. Along the way, he enthusiastically shared his life experience with Ivan, a "tourist college student", and complained about the recent bad situation. Absolute weather.

"It's been two whole weeks. The sun hasn't even risen for a day. It rains every day. This damn weather!" the bald man said angrily. His home is in this small town. If it rains for a few more days, he will It feels like my furniture is getting moldy.

Listening to the other party's words, Ivan couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the window. It was raining non-stop outside, with dark clouds covering the sky, and the entire town was enveloped in a silent and depressing atmosphere.

If this situation continues for half a month, it will be really problematic. No wonder the spies from the Ministry of Magic think that traces of Thunderbirds can be found here.

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, the taxi gradually slowed down and stopped at the door of a remote hotel. This place seemed to be old, the door number looked very old, and the advertising stickers on the outside wall had fallen off.

"If conditions permit, you'd better find another place to live. The security here has never been very good." The bald driver reminded hesitantly.

"Thank you for your advice, I will pay attention to safety!" Ivan paid and got out of the car, and said calmly. He felt that this place was very suitable for wizards, secluded and private.

"You little brat who doesn't listen to advice..." the middle-aged driver muttered, then stepped on the accelerator and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

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