Chapter 97 Don’t Believe It, After This Fight, the Family Will Go Bankrupt..

Chapter 97 Don’t believe it, after this fight, the family will go bankrupt

"Restricted Book Zone" Ivan simply explained.

Asia nodded, not asking any more questions, but thinking about how to help him.

She originally thought that Ivan asked her for help in summoning the guardian because he didn't know how to condense his emotions and couldn't release the magic spell, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

Ivan's mastery of the God-calling Guard is quite good, all he lacks is the illusion of the Guardian God.

And this is also a troublesome level in practicing the guardian spirit. Some people may not be able to successfully condense the guardian spirit after practicing for several months.

But it’s not that there’s no way to learn it quickly, as long as you can create enough external pressure stimulation.

"Let's do this. I will find someone to prepare things for you to practice the God Guard, but it will take two or three days." Asia said with some distress, because this meant that she had to spend another gold galleons. .

Practice calling for divine protection?

Could it be a dementor?

Ivan guessed, but soon felt that it was impossible. It was not easy to get a dementor.

Most of those things serve as guards in Azkaban, and the rest of them swarm in places where death and disease spread. They are difficult to deal with, let alone catch one alive.

The most likely one is the Boggart, which can transform into the things people fear most.

The expression on Ivan's face was a little strange.

Could it be that Asia thought that the thing he was most afraid of was Dementors, so he was eager to learn the God-calling Guard?

Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but Aisia looked like she was keeping secrets, so she probably wouldn't tell him directly.

Forget it, Boggart is just Boggart.

Ivan felt that since he had practiced Occlumency, he might be able to forge a memory and make it look like a dementor. It should be somewhat effective, right?

Next, Ivan was not idle while waiting. After the wand was in hand and he could cast spells freely, he restarted his daily magic practice.

In his spare time, he pestered Asia to learn how to make magic items.

In the previous battle, Ivan was very interested in the explosive combat power that Asia used with magic items. If he could make dozens of magic items and carry them with him, wouldn't he be invincible?

However, Asia interrupted his fantasy without mercy,

If you really do this, your family will go bankrupt after a battle.

"Then you are still using magic props during practice?" Ivan complained feebly, but he saw Asia secretly repairing the damaged badge in the studio after the battle.

He had seen Asia's distressed look before, and it was estimated that the repair would cost a lot of gold galleons.

Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to continue to complain, but under Asia's increasingly dangerous gaze, he wisely chose to shut up.

Aisia rummaged around in the studio for a while, and finally found several thick books, and then threw them to him one by one.

Compared to the little fights and messing around between him and the Weasley brothers in school, Asia's teaching methods are much more formal. They just give him a few thick books and let him read them before talking.

"Detailed Explanation of Basic Magic Materials", "On the Conductivity of Metal Magic", "Magic Pattern Arrangement—Tips You Don't Know"

"In the end, I still have to read books," Ivan muttered to himself as he looked at the pile of books on the table.

But Ivan didn't have any objections. When he was at Hogwarts, he liked spending time in the library.

After throwing the book to Ivan, apart from going out occasionally, Asia spent the rest of her time in the basement repairing the magic items that had been consumed before.

And Ivan was successfully promoted to be the agent store owner or front desk salesperson of this black magic store. When encountering problems that couldn't be solved, Asia would be the one to handle them.

Every week he works, he gets two gold galleons as salary, which is considered as pocket money for him.

So in addition to practicing magic all day long, Ivan just sat at the counter, reading books and looking after his black magic shop.

For several days, Ivan finished reading two books, but did not wait for any guests to come.

Ivan is not surprised. When selling black magic products, it is normal for them to not have customers for ten days and a half. They only need to do three to five orders a month, and the gold galleons they earn are enough for them to survive.

Of course, it is just enough to survive. If the business is really so bad, they will have to live a hard life for a while.

Jingle Bell

The doorbell hung on the doorbell without any movement. Ivan put down the book in his hand. This was the little magic that Asia had set at the door, which meant that someone was coming in.

"Welcome to the magic store, do you need anything?" Ivan asked politely.

"Little Ivan? I'm not here to buy anything."

Outside the door, a strange middle-aged wizard walked in. He looked to be in his early forties. His sparse brown hair was neatly combed back. He was wearing a large black and gray wizard robe, with two sleeves one long and one long. Short, it seemed that some potion to increase the fragrance was temporarily sprayed on his body, but Ivan could still smell the smell of alcohol hidden under the fragrance.

Seeing the person, memories came to Ivan's mind, and he finally had a certain understanding of the middle-aged wizard in front of him.

Doggett

Former deputy director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies!

He is also his mother Asia's most important friend and ally in Knockturn Alley!

No one knows what his last name is. In Ivan's memory, he is called Doggett.

But what Ivan doesn't understand is, how could such a character be reduced to living in Knockturn Alley?

"Where's your mother? Why are you here today?" After entering the door, Docter quickly looked around and saw no one. Then he looked at Ivan, his eyes full of love, and he even stretched out his right hand to want to Touch the top of Ivan's head.

Ivan subconsciously hid. After hiding, he was stunned. Why was he so skilled?

Looking through his memory, Ivan discovered that he had done this action many times before, and there was about half a chance that he could avoid it.

Docter was not embarrassed when he failed to touch his head, so he retracted his hand calmly, and Ivan spoke at this time.

"My mother is in the basement, repairing magic items, right? What can I do for you?"

"Just came to see her." Docter muttered, and then walked inside in a familiar manner.

Ivan was dubious, but then he remembered his previous doubts, and with a thought in his mind, he asked aloud.

"By the way, do you know what conflicts my mother has with Professor Dumbledore?"

Hearing Ivan talk about Dumbledore, Docter's face didn't look good, and he hesitated for a while before speaking.

"That's because ten"

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