"Ron, this way!"

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

Next to the middle-aged red-haired man stood a slightly stocky woman, who was leaning her back and angrily reprimanding the brothers George and Fred, who drooped their faces like frosted eggplants, and did not dare to say a word.

Ivan immediately understood that they must be the Weasleys, and George and Fred were reprimanded presumably because the history of magic had been exposed.

"My dad called me, I'm going to go over first, you can come to my house to play when you have time, I'll send you a letter during the holidays." Ron turned his head and spoke, then pushed his suitcase into the crowd.

Because it was so crowded here, Ivan didn't mean to get to know each other in the past, and besides, he didn't know if the other party would see him after learning that he was the child of the dark wizard.

Harry was soon dragged away by his Uncle Dursley, who didn't even want to stay longer, put on a stinky face, and completely ignored Ivan and the others.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, was very sociable, and Ivan politely chatted with him.

Most of the young wizards were picked up, and the crowd was much thinner, and Ivan struggled to find his impression of his mother Althea in the crowd, and suddenly noticed that someone was holding him down on the shoulder.

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

A scent of lavender came from behind him, and Ivan let his guard down, which he remembered was his mother's usual perfume smell.

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

"I haven't seen you for a year, but it looks like I've grown a lot taller and become cuter, do you miss my mother these days?"

"Of course... Think! Ivan helplessly lied.

Turning his head to look over, there was a beautiful witch behind her, wearing a dark green wizard robe, which seemed to have been carefully cut, which not only retained the original retro flavor, but also highlighted the figure, looking charming, and it was completely impossible to tell that she was in her thirties.

Ivan is not used to being so intimate with a beautiful and strange woman, even if the other person is nominally his mother...

"Think? Then why didn't I see you take the initiative to mail even a letter back? The smile on the corner of Aisya's mouth was retracted, and he stretched out his index finger and flicked it on Ivan's head angrily, and said with great dissatisfaction.

Ivan struggled to find a reason, his eyes accidentally swept over the snow-white owl in the cage, and suddenly he had an idea, and said with an oath.

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

"You know, I just bought it for the start of school, so Maca probably doesn't quite recognize the way home yet." Ivan threw the pot to Maca very neatly, and the latter stayed in the cage and looked at him innocently.

"Really?" Althea didn't refute, just looked at him with a smile on her face.

Ivan swallowed, only to feel the air pressure around him a little cold.

Althea didn't debunk Ivan's lies, but looked at the owl in the cage and smiled softly.

"I happened to learn a new dish yesterday, it's called stewed owl soup, otherwise we'll eat this tonight."

Stewed owl soup?

The corners of Ivan's mouth twitched, don't be so ruthless, right?

"But I heard Professor McGonagall say that owls are wizards' best friends, and no wizard would hurt an owl," Ivan tried to convince.

"Really? The Ministry of Magic doesn't have a rule prohibiting the cooking of owls." Althea said undeniably, and then took Ivan by the wrist and walked out of the station.

Even if there were rules, would you still listen to the Ministry of Magic?

Ivan thought helplessly, but still tried his best to say good things for Maca, and finally dispelled Althea's thoughts...

The reason is simple, it costs a lot of money to change a pet...

The two walked all the way, Ivan had already changed out of a wizard's robe when he was at the station, and now he was wearing a blue casual suit like a pedestrian Muggle outside, blending in well with the pedestrians.

But Aisya is the opposite, her unique temperament, beautiful face and strange wizard robes on her body attract the attention of passers-by, but she doesn't care at all, and walks in front of herself.

Leaving the station, there were more and more pedestrians, and all the way to the commercial street, Ivan looked up and saw a dirty, narrow bar, which looked dark and broken, and looked a little out of place compared to the several richly decorated clothing stores and record stores next to it.

In fact, as if there was some invisible obstacle here, Ivan saw with his own eyes a lady who wanted to move forward, but made a big detour, and he didn't even know it.

Is this the magic of banishing Muggles?

Ivan watched the magical scene and wanted to find out how it worked, but now was clearly not the time.

Althea had already led him into the Leaky Cauldron by this time,

As one of the important meeting points between the wizarding world and the real world, the Leaky Cauldron Bar is always a hot business, and on the quaint bar, Tom, the old owner, is leisurely chatting with the strange-looking old witch.

The two witches sat at the table on the side and whispered something, and a few idle drunks drank butterbeer and even whistled at Althea, but they didn't come up to talk to each other.

"I'm going to use Floo powder and a fireplace!" Althea completely ignored the drunks, her face looked very gloomy, not as gentle as in front of Ivan, and casually threw a few silver Xike to the front desk, and said in a tough tone.

It's not a good idea, but sometimes it does save a lot of unnecessary trouble...

"Of course, you are free..."The bar owner is a very kind person, and after receiving the money, he reminds the two of them to put the Floo powder in the box above the fireplace.

"You come first, don't move when you get there, remember, Tumble Alley!" Althea grabbed a handful of Floo powder and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan wondered why he didn't teleport directly to his home, but he still waved Floo powder, and the bits of fluorescent light were magically ignited in the fireplace.

"Tumble Alley!" Ivan spoke.

A faint blue flame rose up, and Ivan faintly felt a little burning in his body, but it didn't look like a flame burning,

What followed was a burst of space displacement, and his body seemed to be swept into the drum, spinning rapidly, making Ivan dizzy for a while, unable to even open his eyes to see the entire teleportation process clearly.