Reborn at Hogwarts

Bernard's breathing stopped.

In the last few seconds at the end of his life, he was still trying to escape through the transformation of Animagus, but the stone prison that seemed to be tailor-made completely made his fantasy come to naught.

When he lost consciousness, his eyes were still wide open, staring at the air in front of him, trying to find the enemy who had never appeared.

However, what he saw in the end was only a slowly rising stone wall.

"……it's over."

After Bernard finally lost consciousness, there were a few faint ripples in the air in front of him, and Ivan's figure was quickly outlined.

After showing up, the boy didn't care about anything else, and immediately raised his hand, raising the wall he just made a little bit higher.

It was a barrier he had set up to keep people from prying in from Diagon Alley.

As for Knockturn Alley, because there was a corner as a buffer, Ivan did not set up obstacles.

Of course, this method is only temporary, but Ivan is already unable to take other preventive measures.

After leaving the elemental incarnation state, he immediately felt a burst of intense fatigue.

This feeling was stronger than when he overdrawn his magic power before. Ivan covered his head and sat down slowly against the wall. The needle-like pain in his mind was accompanied by the sudden desire to vomit after the first murder, which made him feel like "just Just lie here and sleep" impulse.

Fortunately, he still maintained a trace of sobriety.

After a short rest, Ivan struggled to get up immediately after the discomfort eased slightly.

He still has the final aftermath to deal with.

Lange and Bernard, these two corpses must not be placed directly in this alley.

Although Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley have not yet ushered in the peak of the flow of people, but more or less many guests have already entered.

It is obviously unwise to leave two dead bodies on a street that connects two districts.

Ivan took a deep breath.

He raised his right hand and tapped the wall twice.

Two arms made of sand and rocks immediately stretched out from the wall, embracing Bernard who had been released from the stone prison, and dragging him towards Knockturn Alley.

The same goes for Lange's body.

According to Ivan's perception, the bodies of the two were finally dragged by Shashi's arms and thrown into a large box in Lange's potion shop.

Not to be seen.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if the aftermath work is over here, Ivan is not going to waste that time repairing the places damaged by Bernard's spell. His purpose is only to prevent the bodies of the two from being easily discovered. it is not important.

After such an operation, Ivan felt that he had completely reached his limit. If he did this again, he would definitely pass out halfway.

So Ivan didn't dare to stay in the alley anymore. He just heard the conversation between Lange and Bernard. Besides these two people, there was another guy named Wolf who didn't arrive. Here It can't be called safe.

Looking around, Ivan turned around and got into the wall.

And the wall that he erected to block others before also collapsed with his disappearance.

...

A figure appeared out of thin air in front of the potion shop.

With a black robe and a handsome but old face, it was Wolfe who had communicated with Langer in the barrel before.

The moment he appeared, Wolf immediately left the potion shop quickly and walked towards the side alley.

There was no one in the alley, only a piece of messy ground talking silently.

Wolfe didn't go into the alley, he just stood at the entrance of the alley and looked at it for a while, then turned around decisively.

He took a deep breath, and his nose twitched slightly.

Then, he frowned suddenly.

"Blood……"

At this time, Knockturn Alley was gradually filled with pedestrians. They saw the old man's strange movements, but no one dared to ask him what he was doing.

While twitching his nose, Wolfe strode towards the potion shop.

The door of the shop was open, but there was no one there.

Wolff frowned, his eyes searched the potion shop along an invisible trajectory, and finally landed on a huge wooden box.

The case is huge and sits right next to the counter.

Wolf quickly walked over to the box.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and opened the box.

After a while.

Wolfe walked out of the potions shop.

He stopped in front of the store with a gloomy expression, and turned to look at the slightly gloomy building.

He immediately raised his wand.

"Blazing flames!"

The blazing fire instantly engulfed the small shop.

By the time the flames were extinguished, the store had been reduced to ruins.

...

Diagon Alley.

Reese Fudge raised his head under the steps, silently staring at the signboard of "Fudge's Wand Shop".

There were people coming and going around, and occasionally someone would be a little curious about the old man in a wheelchair, and someone would come forward and ask him if he needed help, but Reese Fudge never said a word.

it's over.

This was a sentence that resounded in Reese Fudge's mind over and over again.

The wand shop that has been in operation since 383 B.C., which opened a year earlier than Ollivander, has now come to an end.

Even if there is still a little fantasy in the heart, the reality is often cruel and cold.

Reese Fudge had to admit that his time was over.

No, maybe it never started...

The old man thought to himself mockingly.

The sun near noon was a bit dazzling, Reese Fudge squinted his eyes, shook his head, and pushed the wheelchair into the shop.

"Mr. Fudge?"

At this moment, a somewhat surprised voice sounded behind him.

Then, after a few hurried footsteps, a pair of hands grabbed the handles of the wheelchair.

who is it?

Reese Fudge turned his head blankly, but what he saw was a child.

Her immature face, fine beads of sweat hung on her forehead, and her lips were a little pale.

A boy who should still be in school.

"You don't remember me?" the boy smiled, "My name is Ivan Vesemir, and I visited you with my father before."

Vesemir?

Reese Fudge thought for a while, and soon the old man frowned.

"Visit? Is that what you call a visit?"

Although he was getting old, Reese Fudge's memory was pretty good, and it didn't take long for him to remember the identity of the boy behind him pushing his wheelchair.

"I'm sorry to trouble you at that time."

The boy apologized very politely, and then asked curiously: "The weather is so hot, why did you come outside?"

"This store is about to close, let's take a last look."

Without any hesitation, and without any regrets, Reese Fudge said very flatly.

It started out by making wands that are conducive to the casting of black magic, and then declined day by day, and the transformation that started last year also failed.

The decline of Fudge's wand shop has already been accepted by the elderly.

It's just that there is still some reluctance.

Hearing what the old man said, the boy was startled, and immediately seemed to realize something, and stopped asking this topic, but silently pushed the wheelchair across the steps, and pushed the old man into the shop.

The arrangement was exactly the same as the previous visit, with the wand boxes stacked on the shelves, the stone fireplace with a roaring fire, and the table with food-except that it was no longer by the fireplace, but it was far away. Moved far away.

"Thank you, boy."

Once inside, Reese Fudge patted the boy's hand lightly.

"Mr. Fudge... I would like to ask, what is the price of the wand here?"

At this time, the boy suddenly asked a nonsensical question.

"Huh?" The old man looked at him suspiciously, "The price of the wand is the same as seven Galleons among all wand makers."

"Can you sell me one wand made of every material?" the boy said in surprise.

"What?"

"You heard me right, Mr. Fudge." The boy smiled. "I want a wand of every material."