Ivan remembered the magical item that could reverse time and space, and although the use of the time turner had some limitations, it could not change the established facts.

But with the right calculations, there should be a chance to reverse all this...

That only if he finds out who's behind it before he gets to know what's going on.

The renewed hope reinforces Ivan and begins to clean up the cluttered dark magic shop with a dusting charm.

Under the influence of magic, the dust and some irreparable wooden frames were swept into the corners, and the blood stains on the ground were also collected.

The only ones that didn't move were the bodies of the intruders, and Ivan took a few steps closer to check them one by one, and found that they were all unfamiliar faces, and there was nothing on them to identify themselves.

After remembering their faces one by one, Ivan walked up to the black-robed wizard again, grabbed his head and looked at him, and let go of it in disappointment.

He's dead too!

Ivan sighed, if this black-robed wizard hadn't died, he might still be able to torture some information from the other party's mouth, as well as the news behind the scenes.

It's a pity that his basilisk pupil has the effect of dying straight for the first time...

Ivan guessed that the power of the snake eye was likely to be related to his mood swings, the stronger the killing intent, the stronger the effect of direct death, but at the same time, it was also more likely to get out of control...

The loss of an important source of information made Ivan a little irritated, but that didn't mean he didn't have anything else to do.

Ivan reached out and pulled the black-robed wizard's hair off, then paused, thought of something, and took a strand of Althea's hair.

It was only then that Ivan began to dispose of the bodies of the intruders, sealing them all up and throwing them into a compartment.

As for Althea's body, Ivan made a coffin with a Transfiguration Charm and placed it inside, frozen it with a magic spell, and took it to the basement for storage.

Walking in the basement with a coffin, Ivan's mood was very complicated, he remembered that during the summer vacation of last semester, he also followed Althea here to learn how to make magical items.

Thinking of this, Ivan turned his head to look at the workbench and found that there were a large number of magic props placed in it, which seemed to be the things that were usually placed on the counter for sale.

Did Althea anticipate an attack in advance?

The thought flashed through Ivan's heart, and he didn't care anymore, sealing Althea's coffin in a hidden place underground, and then sealing the entire basement!

After doing all this, Ivan decisively left the dark magic shop.

It's already dangerous after being attacked, and he has no interest in being a target here, so he needs to find some helpers to carry out his plans for the future...

Take those werewolf wizards, for example.

However, when he arrived at the werewolf station in the rocky ruins on the east side, Ivan realized that things were worse than he had imagined.

It was empty, with a large cauldron in the corner cooking food, and some dishes and chopsticks scattered underground.

Ivan's face was very ugly, and he muttered to himself.

"Who the hell, who transferred all the werewolf wizards here, or wiped them out?"

He had ordered Fren and Walker to communicate with Althea only unilaterally, and to write to him to report on any action, and it was unlikely that Doggett would mobilize them.

......

Two days later, in an abandoned house somewhere in Tumbledown Alley, Ivan was concentrating on boiling a pot of compound potion.

Suddenly, Ivan's movements stopped, and his gaze looked ahead.

A short, ugly house-elf appeared there, holding a stack of potions books in his hand.

"Sir, the books you need—" Dobby carefully placed the books on the table.

Then Dobby looked at Ivan with a blank look, and stopped talking, it was keenly aware that Ivan was in a very bad mood, and wanted to inquire and solve problems for his new master.

But looking at Ivan's gloomy face, Dobby didn't have the courage to speak...

"How's the place you're watching?" Ivan turned his head and continued to brew the compound potion, asking in a stiff tone.

"Everything is fine, sir! No suspicious persons were found. Dobby reported.

Ivan nodded, somewhat disappointed.

It stands to reason that the black-robed wizards who attacked the dark magic shop were all wiped out, and there was no news coming out, so the mastermind behind the scenes should have sent investigators to check on the situation.

With that in mind, he sent Dobby there to keep an eye on him.

If you can catch the other party's investigators, you will be able to find out the ins and outs of this attack, find and kill the mastermind behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, the other party was more cautious than he expected, or the investigators had already arrived before he sent Dobby to spy on him.

Ivan frowned, broke another clue, and then recalled the scene from two days ago.

While his anger was filling his heart, Ivan was very sure that Doggett must know something, and maybe even participated in it...

Ivan doesn't know where this bastard is, but he can go to someone who knows him!

"Dobby, get ready, you'll take me to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries later." Ivan covered the cauldron with the potion boiled, and it took a certain amount of time to boil the compound potion.

If he hadn't found Doggett's whereabouts this time, Ivan would have taken the risk of using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as a few black-robed wizards who had died, or even Althea, and go to a crowded place like the Leaky Cauldron to lure out the spies and pursuers behind the scenes.

That's why he blocked the news and disposed of the intruder's bodies one by one...

"Yes, sir! Dobby is always available to take you there! The previous owner used to be there with Dobby! Dobby patted his chest and reassured.

.....

In the evening, in the corner of the director's office in St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injured and Wounded, the space seemed to be distorted and torn apart.

In the blink of an eye, a large and a small figure appeared here out of thin air.

Ivan looked around left and right, it looked huge, and the entire dean's office was divided into two areas, a hall for receiving guests, and a desk piled high with various paper documents.

On the walls are various medals and banners, as well as a striking Merlin medallion.

"This is—" Ivan walked all the way to his desk and picked up the picture frame in the corner with a group photo on it.

In the center of the photograph is a brown-haired young wizard in his mid-twenties, with a hearty smile on his face.

Ivan had seen a photograph of his youth on the wall of Doggett's mansion, exactly like this one.

Young Doggett was flanked by a middle-aged wizard and a middle-aged witch, who looked to be Dean Bohan and his wife...

(PS: There were a lot of people sprayed in the last chapter, so let's just say it here, the angel has no literary disease, reversal is not a system task, the plot can be rounded back, and the upstairs of Doggett's mansion is not the protagonist.) ）