"Dougt!"

Before Dougt could finish his words, Acia walked out of the basement and interrupted, with a hint of anger in her low tone.

"Okay, okay, I understand, those are things from the past." Dougt didn't want to mention these old past events, because it always reminded him of some angry things.

Dougt said half of the words, which made Ivan confused.

Tenth of what?

While Ivan was silently guessing in his heart, Aisha threw a book directly over and hit him in the head.

"Learn a good book and don't always ask those irrelevant things." Aisha glared at him with dissatisfaction, and finally looked at Dougt.

"You got what I need?"

"Of course, this thing is just not easy to work with. I have to find a box that can trap it. It took a lot of effort to ask someone to send it here."

Dougt grinned and kept complaining, but then he turned his words and patted his chest and said that if he could help, this little trouble would be nothing.

Aisha was not interested in listening to these nonsense and threw the bag in her right hand over.

“Are these enough?”

"See what you said, I'm just helping you, not a deal." Dougt smiled flatteringly, took it, and threw it to the counter again, signaling Ivan to put it away.

The bag was not big, and it was very light when hitting the wooden counter, but there were bursts of metal hitting each other inside.

Ivan guessed that the bag might have expanded the interior space and reduced its own weight.

Looking through the untied hole, there were golden lights inside, and there were many, all of them were Jin Jialong.

Ivan also understood the conversation between the two. Jin Jialong, who needs to spend this value, may only get the dementor.

Thinking of this, Ivan immediately looked at this middle-aged man with admiration. A former deputy director of the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital actually had such skills.

As for the bag that Dougt threw on the table, Ivan had no intention of touching it, because he understood the character of his mother Aisha and never wanted to accept help from others in vain.

Dougt also understood this, sighed, and spoke helplessly.

"I received news a few days ago that the Ministry of Magic will make a big move in the near future. It is stepping up the search for black magic items. The Minister of Magic Foggy made a great decision this time, and even the manors of the pure blood wizard family are within the scope of the search. Although it is unlikely that the people from the Ministry of Magic will find the Overturned Alley, it will always affect the business."

Hearing this, Ivan also remembered that in the original work, there was indeed a large-scale search before Harry entered the second grade.

Even the Malfoy family was affected and had to find a way to deal with the Horcrux notebook. It can be seen that the Ministry of Magic's copying this time was not a simple little fight.

Aisia's face changed. If the Ministry of Magic really did this, there would be no big business in the next few months.

After all, most of the people who can really afford magic items are rich people from pure blood families. It is not realistic to expect the poor people who have fallen into the alley to spend money.

Even so, Aisha insisted on it.

"I will find a way to deal with this matter, so you should just put it away first."

Seeing Acia insisted so much, Dougt had no choice but to put the bag of Jin Jialong into his pocket, and then he stayed for lunch with a lazy face.

This time, Aisia did not refuse, but Ivan was helpless because Dougt always tried every means to get close to him, as if he wanted to start from him and get closer to Aisia.

Ivan searched his memory and found that Dougt had been like this before and had never concealed his affection for Aisha.

Of course, Aisha never concealed that she had no interest in Dougt, but the other party was still happy.

Until the afternoon, Ivan could not get rid of the middle-aged and old man, because the dementor who practiced the escort of the gods was placed in Dougt's home, and it was said that it was inconvenient to move.

Dougt directly suggested that if he was going to do something to the dementor, he could go to his home, and it would be safer to be with him to take care of him.

Aisia happily agreed and drove Ivan and Dougt out of the Dark Magic Store

"So, is the dementor you want? Little Ivan?" Dougt's expression was very strange. He thought that Aisha needed to use the dementor when he was tinkering with some black magic experiment.

"I'll use it to learn to urge the gods, otherwise?" Ivan shrugged.

"If I had known that you would use it, I would have moved the box over." Dougt muttered to himself.

Ivan naturally saw Dougt's little thoughts and was speechless. He didn't want to stay with this old man for an afternoon.

As soon as he left the door, Dougt took out a wine pot from his long sleeves and poured it on. The reason why he didn't drink it in front of Acia was that Dougt didn't want to affect his image in the other party's mind was that he couldn't help it in front of Ivan.

Dougt's house is not far from here, only a small alley, but it is located in a relatively remote location, with almost no houses around it, but with some trees and weeds growing empty. There is a dusty sign on the edge of the house, which outlines a few words.

St. Mungo Magic Hospital

Ivan's expression was a little weird. If he remembered correctly, the hospital in the magic world seemed to be called the Saint Mungo Magic Injury Hospital?

After deleting two words, you dare to hang the sign on it. This is also a cruel person

Fortunately, no one has come to trouble him over the years

When I arrived at the door, Ivan discovered that someone was waiting there. It was a wizard who looked in his thirties. The wizard robe was very worn, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. The left hand under his sleeves were faintly emitting black air.

Werewolf?

Ivan looked soaring, and quietly held the wand with his right hand. After only a few days, Ivan did not forget the battle that night. One of the silver-haired werewolfs was hit by the black magic in his left hand.

The sloppy witch did not mean to take action, but walked to Dougt, pulled her sleeves apart, revealing the corroded potholes and a strange-looking left hand.

"Is there any rescue?" said the male witch.

Dougette drank wine, but this did not affect his judgment at all. After looking for it for a while, his five fingers spread out and gestured.

"I can only hold on for five days?" The male witch was silent for a while and spoke.

"I mean, there are 500 Jin Jialong in total," Dougt said angrily.
Chapter completed!