"Ron, here!"

In the crowded crowd, Ivan saw someone waving to them. He was a red-haired middle-aged man with a rich appearance. Ivan also saw him nodding to him kindly.

There was a slightly short and fat woman standing next to the red-haired middle-aged man. She was slamming her waist and scolding the brothers George and Fred angrily. The two of them drooped their faces like frost hitting eggplant, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Ivan immediately understood that they must be the Weasleys, and George and Fred were scolded because the incident of Magic Sakor was exposed.

"My dad called me, I want to go there first. You can come to my house to play when you have time. I will send you a letter during the holiday." Ron turned around and said, then pushed his suitcase into the crowd.

Because it was too crowded here, Ivan didn't mean to get to know him. Besides, he didn't know that the other party would not like him after he learned that he was the child of the black wizard.

Then Harry was quickly pulled away by his uncle Dursley. The other party didn't even want to keep it for a moment. He put on a bad face and ignored Ivan and others at all.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, was very easy to get in touch with, and Ivan even politely chatted with him.

Most of the young wizards were taken away, and the crowd became much thinner. Ivan tried hard to find the figure of his mother Aisha in the crowd, and suddenly noticed that someone was holding his shoulder.

The wand hidden in Ivan's sleeve was already in his hand, but he was held in his arms before he could do anything.

A scent of lavender came from behind, and Ivan relaxed his guard. In his memory, this was the perfume smell that his mother used to.

Sure enough, the next moment, Aisia's gloomy and delicate unique voice rang in her ears.

"I haven't seen each other for a year. I seem to have grown a lot taller and become more cute. Do you miss your mother these days?"

"Of course I want to!" Ivan lied helplessly.

I turned around and saw a beautiful witch behind me, wearing a dark green wizard robe. It seemed that she had been carefully tailored, which not only retained the original retro flavor, but also highlighted her figure, making her look charming. It was completely unstoppable.

Yifan was not used to being so close to a beautiful and strange woman, even if the other party was nominally his mother.

"Think? Why didn't you see you mailing even a letter back?" Aisha put away the smile on her lips, and she stretched out her index finger and bounced it on Ivan's head in anger, and said with great dissatisfaction.

Ivan hesitated and found a reason, and his eyes accidentally swept across the snow-white owl in the cage. He immediately had an idea and said confidently.

"I sent it, maybe Maca found the wrong place halfway!"

"You know, I just bought it after school, so Maca may not recognize the way home." Ivan quickly turned the blame to Maca, who stayed peacefully in the cage and looked at him innocently.

"Is that true?" Aisha did not retort, but just looked at him with a smile.

Ivan swallowed, feeling the air pressure around him was a little cold.

Aisha did not expose Ivan's lies, but looked at the owl in the cage and smiled softly.

"I happened to learn a new dish yesterday called Stewed Owl Soup, otherwise we'll just eat this tonight."

Stewed Owl Soup?

Ivan's mouth twitched for a moment, don't you have to be so cruel, right?

"But I heard Professor McGonagall say that owls are the best friend of wizards, and no wizard can hurt owls," Ivan tried to persuade.

"Is that true? The Ministry of Magic has no regulations prohibiting cooking owls." Aisha said undeniably, and then pulled Ivan's wrist and walked out of the station.

Even if there are regulations, will you still listen to the Ministry of Magic?

Ivan thought helplessly, but tried his best to say good things to Maka, and finally gave up Aisha's idea.

The reason is very simple. It costs a lot of money to change a pet

The two of them walked along the way. Ivan had already replaced his wizard robe at the station. Now he was wearing blue casual clothes and pedestrians and muggles from outside, and he was well integrated into the pedestrians.

But Aisia is completely opposite. Her unique temperament and beautiful face, coupled with the strange wizard robe on her body, attracted frequent attention from the pedestrians, but she didn't care at all and walked in front of her.

There were more and more pedestrians leaving the station. Walking along the way to the commercial street, Yifan looked up and saw a dirty and narrow bar. It looked black and broken. Compared with the several gorgeously decorated clothing stores and record stores next to it, it seemed a bit out of place.

In fact, it was the same. It seemed as if there was some invisible obstacle here. Ivan saw a lady with his own eyes trying to move forward, but he took a big turn, and he was still unaware of it.

Is this the magic to expel Muggles?

Ivan looked at this magical scene and wanted to explore the principle of its operation, but now it is obviously not the time.

At this time, Aisha had already taken him into the broken pot bar.

As one of the important intersections between the magic world and the real world, the Broken Cauldron Bar is always booming. On the quaint bar, Tom, the boss of the seventies, is leisurely chatting with the weird-looking old witch.

The two men and women sat on the side table and whispered something. A few idle drunks were drinking butter beer and even whistling at Aishia, but they didn't get too arrogant to come up and chat with them.

"I want to use Flour powder and fireplace!" Aisia ignored the drunks completely. Her face looked very gloomy, not as gentle as Ivan's wind and drizzle as before. She threw a few silver cows to the front desk and said in a tough tone.

This performance is not likable, but sometimes it can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble

"Of course, you can do whatever you want." The bar owner is a very kind person. After receiving the money, he reminded the two of them to put the Floor powder in the box on the fireplace.

"You come first, don't move around after you get there, remember, turn over the alley!" Aisha grabbed a handful of Flooded powder and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan wondered why he didn't teleport directly to his home, but he still swung out Fluorescence, and the dots of fluorescent light were ignited by magic in the fireplace.

"Come over the alley!" Yifan said.

The dark blue flame rose, and Ivan felt a little burning in his body, but it was not like the burning of flames.

Next was a space replacement, and his body seemed to be rolled into a roller and rotated rapidly, making Ivan dizzy and unable to even open his eyes to see the entire teleportation process clearly.
Chapter completed!