"Doggett!"

Before Doggett could finish speaking, Althea came out of the basement and interrupted, with a hint of anger in his deep tone.

"Okay .. All right... I know, that's all in the past. Doggett didn't really want to mention the old stories, because they always reminded him of something angry.

Doggett's words were half-cut, leaving Ivan confused,

Ten.. Ten what?

While Ivan was silently conjecturing in his heart, Althea threw a book directly over and smashed it on his head.

"Read me well, don't keep asking about things that don't matter—" Althea glared at him disapprovingly, and finally looked at Doggett.

"You got what I need?"

"Of course, it's just that this thing is not easy to get, and I have to find a box that can trap it, and it took a lot of effort to get it here."

Doggett grinned and continued to complain, but then he changed his tone and patted his chest to say that if he could help, it wouldn't be a big deal...

Althea was not interested in listening to this nonsense, and threw the bag she was holding in her right hand over.

"Is that enough?"

"Look at what you said, I'm just doing a little favor, not a deal." Doggett smiled flatteringly, took it, and threw it on the counter, motioning for Ivan to put it away.

The bag wasn't big, and it fluttered lightly against the wooden counter, but there was a sound of metal crashing against each other.

Ivan guessed that the interior of the bag might have been enlarged and its weight reduced.

Looking through the unfastened opening, there was a lot of gold in it, and there were a lot of them, all of them were gold gallons...

Ivan also understood the conversation between the two, and it took a gold galleon to cost this value, and Doggett could only get a Dementor...

Thinking of this, Ivan was immediately impressed by this middle-aged man, a former deputy director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and he still had such a ability.

As for the bag that Doggett threw on the table, Ivan didn't mean to touch it, because he understood the character of his mother Althea, who was never willing to accept help from others.

Doggett also understood this, sighed, and persuaded helplessly.

"I received news a few days ago that the Ministry of Magic will be making a big move in the near future, and it is stepping up the search of dark magic items, and the Minister of Magic, Fudge, has made a lot of determination this time, and even the manors of those pure-blood wizard families are within the scope of searching. While it's unlikely that someone from the Ministry of Magic will find Tumbledown, it will affect business. ”

Hearing this, Ivan also remembered at this time that Harry had indeed had a large-scale search before Harry was in the second year in the original book.

Even the Malfoy family was affected and had to find a way to deal with the Horcrux notebook, which shows that this raid by the Ministry of Magic was not a simple fight.

Althea's face changed, if the Ministry of Magic really did this, then in the next few months, I am afraid that there will not be even a big business.

After all, most of the people who really buy magic items are still those rich people from pure-blood families, and it is unrealistic to expect the poor ghosts in Tumbledown Alley to consume them.

Even so, Althea insisted.

"I'll find a way to deal with this matter, you better put away the money first."

Seeing that Althea was so persistent, Doggett had no choice, so he put the bag of gold galleons in his pocket, and then stayed for lunch with a dead face.

This time, Aisya didn't refuse, but Ivan was very helpless, because Doggett always tried his best to get close to him, as if he wanted to start from him in order to get closer to Aisyah.

Ivan rummaged through his memories and found that Doggett had been like this before, and had never hidden his affection for Althea.

Of course, Aisya has never hidden that she has no interest in Doggett, but the other party is still happy...

Until the afternoon, Ivan could not get rid of the middle-aged man, because the Dementor who practiced calling the gods was placed in Doggett's house, and it was said that it was difficult to move.

Doggett directly suggested that if he was going to do something to the Dementors, he could go to his home and be safer with him in his care.

Althea readily agreed, and then kicked Ivan and Doggett out of the dark magic shop....

"So, the Dementors are what little Ivan wanted?" Doggett's expression was very strange, and he thought that Althea was making up some kind of dark magic experiment that needed Dementors.

"I'll use it to learn to call the gods to protect it, or else?" Ivan shrugged.

"I knew you were going to use it, so I moved the box here." Doggett muttered to himself.

Ivan naturally saw Doggett's careful thoughts, and was speechless, and he didn't want to spend an afternoon with this old man.

As soon as he went out, within a few minutes, Doggett took out a wine jug from his long sleeves and poured it, the reason why he didn't drink it in front of Althea was just that Doggett didn't want to affect his image in the other party's mind, and he couldn't help it in front of Ivan.

Doggett's house is not far from here, only separated by a small alley, that is, the location is relatively remote, there are almost no houses around, but some trees and weeds grow empty, and there is a dusty sign on the side of the house, on which a few words are outlined.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic...

Ivan looked a little strange, if he remembered correctly, the hospital in the wizarding world seemed to be called St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, right?

Dare to hang up the sign after deleting two words, this is also a ruthless person...

It's a shame that no one has come to trouble him all these years...

When he arrived at the door, Ivan found that there was actually someone waiting there, it was a male wizard who looked to be in his thirties, his wizard's robe was very shabby, his two eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his left hand under the sleeve was faintly black.

Werewolf?

Ivan's expression was overcast, and he quietly held the wand in his right hand, only a few days later, Ivan did not forget the battle that night, one of the silver-haired werewolves was hit by black magic on his left hand.

The scruffy wizard didn't mean to make a move, but walked up to Doggett and pulled his sleeve open, revealing his corroded and somewhat strange-looking left hand.

"Is there any salvation?" The wizard said.

Doggett drank, but it didn't affect his judgment at all, and after looking at it for a moment, he opened his fingers and gestured.

"I can only last five days?" The wizard was silent for a moment before speaking.

"I mean, it's five hundred gold Galleons," Doggett said angrily.