Chapter 792: Why do you look familiar with this handwriting?

Name:Hogwarts Blood Wizard Author:
"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

"Which department is responsible for protecting the circle and blocking the fireplace?" Ivan asked.

"It's the Department of Mystery Affairs and the Department of Magic Transportation..." Umbridge replied without hesitation.

"Very good..." Ivan thought of the intelligence of these two departments in his mind. After a while, he suddenly picked up his wand and pointed it on Umbridge's forehead.

"Forget it all!"

A cloud of white light lit up in front of Umbridge's eyes.

Umbridge only felt his brain groggy, as if he had forgotten something, and he sat there blankly.

About three seconds later, Ivan slowly put down his wand and inserted it back into Umbridge’s waist. Then, with a thought, he took the black quill that Umbridge was holding and used it kindly. The healing magic healed the scar on the back of her hand.

After all this was done, Ivan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and Umbridge recovered from the trance.

【What's wrong with me? 】

Umbridge shook his head dazedly, and memories came out.

Only then did she remember that she was punishing Ivan Hals and wanted to force him to help correct Dumbledore.

But the kid in front of him was very stubborn. Even after more than two hours of needle-like pain, he was reluctant to subdue softly. He wrote a whole piece of parchment abruptly, staring at it in a daze and almost fell asleep.

Thinking about the cause and effect, Umbridge looked down at the page on the table. In her impression, Ivan Hals had just handed it over.

It's just that this handwriting is a bit familiar to me?

The noisy lounge suddenly became very quiet, and everyone looked at Ivan uneasy. According to the latest regulations of the Ministry of Magic, he was caught participating in a large-scale gathering but was about to be expelled...

"Of course... continue! But the form needs to be changed a little..." Ivan looked around the crowd and said with certainty.

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A few days passed in a flash. After pacifying Umbridge, Ivan returned to his normal learning career, and continued to study and familiarize himself with the power of the Sorcerer's Stone in his spare time, so as to avoid any accidents during the battle.

As for the action against the Ministry of Magic , Dobby was instructed to assign corresponding tasks to Dougert and others.

Ivan is only responsible for providing a general idea. The improvement and execution of the plan are naturally left to those brains to fix the blame, and just find them something to do, so that these people will not eat rice every day...

In addition to these two important things, Ivan will set aside one or two hours a day to teach the little wizards who participated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Society.

The meeting place has also changed from the remote screaming shed to the practice room of the responsive house.

After the Philosopher’s Stone was made, there was no need to deliberately hide it. Ivan simply set it here for the convenience of it. The time was changed from once a week to every day, but it was reduced to more than forty people every time.

In this way, by rotating every few days and covering each other, the possibility of being discovered will be greatly reduced.

No matter how many people disappear in the castle, Umbridge's brain will automatically shield this anomaly, but on the surface it still needs to behave like a look.

"Miss Ekmore, the iron armor curse is a very practical magic that can resist or even rebound the enemy's curse. You need to gently wave your wand, do as I do, and then say the spell Protegos~ (armor protection

On Saturday evening, inside the responsive house, Ivan slowly waved his wand as a demonstration, and an invisible magical barrier suddenly appeared around him.

"Is it like this? Protegos! (Armor bodyguard Marietta Ekmo stood next to Ivan and imitated him, waved her wand and chanted a spell, the magic barrier appeared faintly, but it soon slammed Shattered.

Obviously, the spell failed. Marietta sighed and was a little disappointed. She practiced for more than an hour but still made no progress.Updated chapters at novelhall.com