Ivan was worried that he would miss out on leaving on his own, so he patiently continued to wait.

However, as time went on, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Ivan's heart gradually sank, and he was not ready to wait any longer.

Ivan walked out of Kingdom Cross Station alone, the dark clouds covered the sky, and the Muggles on the streets were bustling with people and hurrying...

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, followed by a whistle,

Ivan jerked his head to look over and saw a bright purple three-decker bus heading this way.

It was lightning fast, rampage through its straight lanes, ignoring the traffic rules set by the Muggles, sprinting in the opposite direction, as if the pedestrians and vehicles around it did not exist.

Ivan even saw that when the bus was about to hit someone, the body suddenly twisted and bypassed the pedestrian in a very strange way.

And the Muggle's face was pressed against the window, and he didn't know it...

In a few moments, the purple car hovered in front of Ivan, and the windshield read Knight's Bus in gold letters.

The door slammed open, and a conductor in a purple uniform put his hand on the door, looked at Ivan below, and spoke.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus – this is the emergency transportation used to transport troubled wizards! Just stretch out your hand with your wand, get in the car, and we'll get you wherever you want to go! ”

"I'm Stan Sampak and I'm going to be the conductor on this trip!" With a smile on his face, Stan Sampak stepped out of the way, bowed slightly and reached out in an inviting gesture, as if he wasn't worried that Ivan would refuse.

"To the Leaky Cauldron!" Ivan walked up as he had expected, and it was naturally faster to take the knight's bus than to walk.

"A total of nine Siko, thank you!" Stan Sanparker reminds that after Ivan pays, he turns to curiosity and asks Ivan why he is alone at Kingdom Cross Station.

"Is it strange for a little wizard to come home by himself?" Ivan glanced at him.

"There aren't many people as small as you!" Stan Sanpak complained.

"Alright, let's get in, please sit tight and we're going to drive!" Stan Sanpak tapped the car door and asked with a smile. "Do you need coffee? Or chocolate? Just add three more siko! Today we can also give you a free newspaper or toothbrush! ”

"No!" Ivan shook his head and was about to step into the carriage.

At this time, Stan Sanpak suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, frowned and asked aloud. "Wait, haven't we met somewhere, I always think you're a little familiar..."

"Then you may be mistaken," Ivan paused, turned his head, and spoke.

Ivan was well aware that Stan Sanpak might have read about him in the newspaper more than two months ago, but he didn't want to cause more trouble now.

Stan Sampark let go, and Ivan moved on.

The interior of the Knight Bus is a bit larger than it looks from the outside.

There were seven brass beds inside, most of which were occupied by other passengers, and the nearest old wizard was leaning sideways to occupy two beds, flipping through a daily prophet to pass the time.

Ivan randomly found a bed by the window and sat down,

At this time, it was raining lightly outside the window, and it looked gray.

The knight's bus sped down the road, the beds creaking in the car, and the bad experience made Ivan frown.

Thankfully, the speed of the Knight Bus was amazing, and the uncomfortable feeling lasted for about ten minutes, and the car stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

Ivan picked up his luggage and stepped out of the car, and Stan Sanpark's voice came from behind him.

"Good luck, Mr. Hals!"

Ivan turned his head in surprise, only to see Stan Sanpak taking off his hat and saluting him.

"I think you should always carry the Merlin Medal on your chest, that's a great honor!" Stan Sanpak said with a chuckle.

What am I doing with that thing on my own? Ivan shook his head helplessly, he was not Lockhart.

Watching the strange knight bus drive off into the distance, Ivan walked briskly into the Leaky Cauldron.

Pushing open the door, the indoor stove is blazing, the tavern is noisy, the old proprietor Tom is drinking butterbeer with a few wizards, and two goblins are playing cards not far away.

Ivan's tense mood was soothed by the lively atmosphere, and he stood on tiptoe and tapped his wand three times on the closed stone brick on the side of the tavern.

The enclosed wall shook violently, and then the stone bricks all over the wall began to move irregularly, and it wasn't long before a wide archway appeared in front of Ivan, and outside the passage was Diagon Alley!

Ivan didn't have the heart to stay here longer, and after walking through a bustling alley, he turned into the Tumbling Alley.

It seemed quieter than ever.

The few shops that came into view were obviously still open, but the doors and windows were closed, and the dark wizards who usually roamed nearby were nowhere to be seen.

In the evening, the sun was setting, the continuous light rain slowly stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were still gloomy.

Ivan's inner uneasiness intensified, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Rumble~

Just as Ivan passed a corner, a loud explosion came from ahead, and the bright red light of the fire was clearly visible.

Ivan scurried in the direction of the fire and explosion.

When he arrived at the same place, Ivan's pupils shrank, and the place where the accident happened was his family's dark magic shop.

The side of the two-story building had been blown out of an irregular round hole, and some fire, rubble and dust could be faintly seen.

Ivan blessed himself with an iron armor spell as fast as he could, and broke in directly, and seven or eight corpses in black robes fell to the ground, blown up to a blur of flesh and blood.

It's a thunderbolt explosion! Ivan recognized at a glance the killing magic that could inflict such a range of damage.

Did Althea do it? How is she?

Ivan tried his best to think about it, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

Using explosive magic of this strength in a small room is extremely dangerous, and it is not to be done unless it is absolutely necessary.

Ivan ran wildly, trying to use the faster Shadow of the Unicorn to help him search, and the white mist gradually floated out of his wand, but he was never able to form the form of a Patronus...

"Calling the gods to guard... Calling the gods to protect you! Ivan struggled to unleash his bloodline magic. Finally, the white mist reluctantly condensed into the appearance of a unicorn, but it suddenly collapsed in the next second, and the white mist that floated out of the wand also dissipated without a trace...

Ivan's footsteps stopped, and his mind went blank,

On the floor in the corner of the hall, a familiar figure fell in a pool of blood, her eyes closed, her delicate side face bloodless, her long hair stained with blood...

That's Althea!