"Forbidden book area...", Ivan explained simply.

Althea nodded, not asking more, but thinking about how she could help him.

She originally thought that Ivan had asked her for advice on calling the gods for protection because he didn't know how to condense his emotions and couldn't release the spell, but now it seems that this is clearly not the case.

Ivan's mastery of the Guardian of the Calling God is not low, and all that is missing is to conjure up a guardian spirit.

And this is also a troublesome level of practicing the Guardian Guardian, some people may not be able to condense the Guardian Spirit successfully after practicing for months.

However, it is not impossible to learn quickly, as long as you can create enough external pressure stimuli...

"In this case, I'll find someone to prepare something for you to practice calling the gods, but it will take two or three days." Althea said with some distress, because it meant that she had to spend another gold Galleon.

What to practice calling the gods to guard?

Could it be a Dementor?

Ivan guessed, but soon felt unlikely, that it would not be easy to get a Dementor.

Most of them were guarded in Azkaban, and the rest were in droves of death and disease, making it difficult to deal with, let alone catch one alive.

Most likely, it would be the Boggart, which is capable of transforming what people fear most.

There was something strange on Ivan's face.

Could it be that Althea thought that the thing he feared the most was the Dementors, so he was in a hurry to learn to call the gods?

Ivan opened his face and wanted to ask, but Althea looked like a secret, and most of the time he wouldn't tell him directly.

Forget it, the Boggart is the Boggart...

Ivan felt that if he practiced Occlumency, he might be able to forge a memory and turn it into a Dementor, which should have some effect?

Next, Ivan waited and was not idle, and after the wand was ready to cast spells freely, he resumed his daily routine of magic practice.

In his spare time, he pesters Althea to learn how to make magical items.

In the previous battle, Aisya used magic props to exert explosive combat power, which made Ivan very interested, if he could make dozens of magic items to carry on his body, wouldn't he be invincible?

However, Aisya ruthlessly interrupted his fantasies,

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

"And you're still using magic props while practicing?" Ivan complained weakly, but he saw that Althea was secretly repairing the damaged badge in the studio after the battle...

He saw Althea's distressed appearance before, and estimated that it would cost a lot of gold to repair...

Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to continue complaining, but under Althea's increasingly dangerous gaze, he still chose to shut up very interestingly...

Althea rummaged through the studio, eventually pulling out several thick books and throwing them at him.

Compared to the petty fights and nonsense he and the Weasley brothers had at school, Althea's teaching style was much more formal, and it was just a few thick books for him to read and say...

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

"It turns out that I still have to read books.." Ivan looked at the pile of books on the table and muttered to himself.

However, Ivan did not have any thoughts of rejection, and when he was at Hogwarts, he liked to soak in the library.

After throwing the book to Ivan, Althea spends all of her time in the basement repairing the magical items she consumed, except for the occasional outing.

And Ivan was successfully promoted to become the agent owner of this dark magic store, or the front desk salesman, and when he encountered something that could not be solved, he let Althea deal with it.

Every week he worked, he had two gold galleons as his salary, which was considered his pocket money...

So all day long, in addition to practicing magic, Ivan just sat at the counter, flipping through books and looking after his own dark magic shop.

For several days in a row, Ivan read two books, without waiting for any of the guests to arrive.

Ivan is not surprised, selling black magic goods, sometimes it is normal for ten days and half a month not to have customers, and they only need to make three or five orders of business in a month, and the gold gallons they earn are enough for them to survive.

Of course, it's just enough to survive, and if business really gets to this point, they will have to live a hard life for a while.

Jingle bells...

On the door, the hanging doorbell moved without wind, and Ivan put down the book in his hand, which was a small magic set up by Aisya at the door, which meant that someone was going to come in...

"Welcome to the Magic Shop, 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, looking to be in his early forties, with sparse brown hair neatly combed back, wearing a wide black and gray wizard's robe, with two sleeves one long and one short, and his body seemed to be temporarily sprayed with some fragrance potion, but Ivan could still smell the hidden smell of alcohol under the fragrance.

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

Doggett...

Former.. Vice President of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries!

And his mother Althea's most important friend in Tumbledown Alley... As well as allies!

No one knew what his last name was, and in Ivan's memory he was called Doggett.

But what makes Ivan a little incomprehensible is how such a character can be reduced to living in Tumbledown Alley?

"What about your mother? Why are you here today? After Doggett entered the door, he quickly glanced left and right, but saw no one, and then looked at Ivan, his eyes were full of love, and even stretched out his right hand to touch the top of Ivan's head.

Ivan subconsciously dodged over, and after dodging, he was stunned, why was he so skilled?

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

Doggett was not embarrassed when he failed to touch his head, and calmly withdrew his hand, and Ivan said at this time.

"My mother is in the basement, she must be repairing magical items, right? Is there something you can do? ”

"Just to see her." Doggett muttered, and walked inside.

Ivan was half incredulous, then remembered his previous doubts, and asked out loud with a thought.

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

Hearing Ivan talk about Dumbledore, Doggett's face was not very good-looking, and he hesitated for a while before speaking.

"That's because ten..."