"It's good to know." Althea nodded, then curiously asked Ivan how he resisted the Eye of Detection.

"Occlumency, I found it in the forbidden section of the school." Ivan thought about it, didn't hide it, and said it directly.

This is thanks to Dumbledore, who has used the Soul Retriever several times to help him brush up on the proficiency of the Occlumency Technique, and it is precisely because of habit that Ivan can react so quickly.

"Good job, it looks like you've learned a lot of good things in it, you know, I only dared to sneak into the forbidden book section in the second grade."

Aisya looked at Ivan with an appreciative look on her face, and did not reprimand him at all for violating the school rules, but just reminded him that it was good to have some knowledge in mind, and not to try it easily if you were not completely sure.

Aisyah's reaction was completely expected by Ivan, in his memory, Aisya didn't care so much about the rules, but this kind of encouragement to go to the forbidden book area to turn the book really made Ivan embarrassed...

Next, considering that Ivan had just been frightened, Althea told Ivan some interesting things that happened to her at school along the way, such as the first time she went to the forbidden book area and was almost caught by Filch.

Later, she tried her best to get revenge and hid Filch's cat, and she searched for Filch for several days...

Or occasionally use the Fear Charm to trick the ghosts and the little wizards of the same grade...

Ivan listened as he listened to the gaze of Althea that became more and more strange, and suddenly remembered that the Sorting Hat seemed to have told him that someone had used the magic of the Dread Charm to play pranks, which gave Dumbledore a headache...

Unexpectedly, it was his mother Althea...

Ivan echoed it with a match, and then remembered the question he hadn't asked before.

"By the way, why didn't we just use Floo powder in the fireplace at home?"

"I've enchanted the fireplace in my house, I remember telling you." Althea looked at Ivan suspiciously for a moment.

"When was that, how could I have always remembered?" Ivan shrugged his shoulders as he rummaged through the relevant memories in his mind.

Although Ivan had already sorted out his memories through the study of Occlumency, it was a person's life experience for ten years, and he couldn't remember everything clearly.

Sometimes you have to think about it for a while.

Inevitably saying too much and making mistakes, Ivan then shut up the whole time and only looked around with his eyes.

If Diagon Alley is a bustling city street, then Tumbledown Alley is somewhat slum-like, perhaps even more dangerous.

With the fact that it's also home to dark wizards, and since the Second Wizarding War has only been over for a decade, and there is no shortage of Death Eaters who have escaped sanctions, it's hard to say how much of a difference the rules of the Ministry of Magic will do in Tumbledown Alley.

Just along the way, Ivan felt several malicious gazes, both bright and dark, but probably because Althea was by his side, the owner of these gazes quickly withdrew his gaze.

After about seven or eight minutes, Ivan finally saw the home in his memory, which was also a black magic shop. Perhaps because it is relatively remote and the land price is relatively cheap, it looks very large and spacious.

Looking through the glass window, you can vaguely see many magical items on the shelves.

Unlike the dark and terrifying Borgin Bock store, Ivan found that there were mostly bracelets, necklaces, cards and other small things, which looked no different from ordinary ones, but Ivan understood through memory that most of these things were blessed with trigger-type evil spells.

The entire shop is divided into two floors, the first floor is a place to sell magical items, the second floor is a living area, and there is a basement where Althea makes or researches magical items, and Ivan has not been in it much before.

"You take a rest first, I'll cook." Althea led Ivan in and walked into the kitchen.

After Althea left, Ivan, who had some alone time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and chatted with Althea with trepidation along the way, which already made him a little physically and mentally exhausted.

Thinking that next, he would have to get along like this for a whole summer vacation, Ivan had a headache,

The sound of clanging in the kitchen sounded, and the bustle was like the back kitchen of a hotel, attracting Ivan's attention.

Ivan looked through the window and saw that Althea was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a gentle wave of his wand, and a hairless and cleaned turkey had consciously jumped onto the board.

The table knife hanging on the side slowly floated over, and as he passed by, he cut a steak on the table into several large pieces, and then began to process the turkey, and the various jars with seasonings were not idle, and the cooking wine was poured straight down to soak the turkey in the basin, and the steak was sprinkled with unknown seasoning and sent to the magic version of the oven.

Ivan even saw that when it was time to apply oil, the turkey took the initiative to flip itself and lift its wings so that the brush could apply more oil under the wings and make it more fragrant when roasting.

Seeing this scene, Ivan's expression was very strange, and he rummaged through his memories and found that it had been transformed into a magic kitchen by Althea, and the cooking process was basically like making assembly line goods...

The things were all about the same, and they were very fast, and with Althea barely moving much, a luxurious turkey meal was quickly baked...

Ivan would like to say that the dishes that come out of this way are soulless!

It's just that when Althea brought the plate to the table, Ivan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, because it looked like it was quite fragrant...

However, Ivan was a little surprised how today's dinner was so sumptuous, even with the magic kitchen, Althea rarely bought so many ingredients on weekdays.

"This was meant for Christmas," Althea said with dark purple eyes staring straight at him, her gaze a little grumpy.

"Hmm... Next semester, will definitely come back next semester. Ivan said hesitantly, for he had indeed released Althea's pigeons at Christmas, and had not sent a letter back.

Ivan could imagine what it would be like for Althea to have everything ready and waiting for him at the station.

I didn't expect to keep the ingredients all the time...

Wait a minute.. Christmas? That seems like a few months ago, right?

Ivan, who was eating a turkey meal, was suddenly stunned,

So how long has this turkey been laid?

"This chicken hasn't expired, has it?" Ivan Mune turned his head to look at Althea and asked.