Chapter 901: Memory thread

Saying goodbye to Pierce, Ivan didn't mean to delay at all. The next day, he set up the Red Loyalty Curse in this mansion, and ordered the Granger family to stay in the manor at ease during this time and not go out at will.

"Are you leaving tomorrow? Ivan? So soon?" Hermione said reluctantly.

"Well, it is a very urgent matter. It will probably take a week or two. I should be able to come back before school starts..." Ivan said hesitantly, searching for Thunderbirds and finding out the whereabouts of Grindelwald. It will take ten days and a half months soon.

"Okay..." Hermione raised her lips and stretched her tone. It was clear yesterday that they had agreed to take time to go to London together for a good stroll.

However, the little witch also understood that what Ivan could do so eagerly must be a very important and even extremely dangerous thing, so she did not object to it, but stepped forward to hug Ivan. "Be sure to pay attention to safety!"

"Ha, it's not something dangerous..." Ivan explained in a whisper, but Hermione obviously didn't believe it very much, staring at him intently, as if she wanted to see something on his face.

Ivan scratched his head and quickly turned off the subject. "By the way, I put the Ravenclaw crown in the bookcase in the alchemy room. If you need it, you can wear it at all times."

"But remember... don't stay up late to read!" Ivan reached out his hand and nodded the little witch's forehead, saying warningly.

Hermione pouted and looked at Ivan with dissatisfaction. She didn't stay up all night, but occasionally fell asleep after reading a book.

"If I encounter something that I don't understand while reading, can I contact you through the magic mark?" Hermione asked, and she suddenly realized that although she and Ivan need to be separated for a long time, they are actually at any time. Can be interconnected.

"Of course no problem, as long as there is nothing else, we can talk all day long." Ivan responded with a smile.

The little witch snorted with a blushing face, annoyed that she wanted to hammer Ivan on the shoulder.Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Ivan cleverly avoided, but the smile on his face was somewhat reduced, and he continued to speak cautiously. "But if I happen to have something important, I may temporarily cut off the communication function."

After getting a forged ID through the Ministry of Magic, Ivan passed the verification very smoothly, and got on the plane to enjoy the feeling of being a Muggle.

After leaving the airport, Ivan stopped a taxi to the mysterious seaside town.

The driver is a bald man in his forties who looks very rich, but a bit too stubborn. He enthusiastically shared his life experience with Ivan, a "tourist college student" along the way, and complained about the recent awfulness. The weather is overwhelming.

"It's been two weeks, and there was no sun for a day, and it rained every day, this **** weather!" The bald man said annoyedly. His home is in this small town. If it rains for a few more days, He felt that his furniture was going to be moldy.

Listening to the other party's words, Ivan couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at the window. The outside world was raining non-stop, and the sky was densely covered with dark clouds. The whole town was shrouded in a silent and depressive atmosphere.

If this situation lasts for half a month, it is indeed very problematic, no wonder the spies of the Ministry of Magic think that a trace of Thunderbird can be found here.

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, the taxi gradually slowed down and stopped at a remote hotel entrance. This place seems to be some years old, the house number looks very old, and the advertising stickers on the outer wall are all Fell off.

"If conditions permit, you'd better change your place to live. The law and order in this area has not been very good." The bald driver hesitated and reminded.

"Thank you for your suggestion, I will pay attention to safety!" Ivan paid and got out of the car, and said freely. He felt that this place was very suitable for wizards, secluded and secretive.

"I don't listen to persuasion..." the middle-aged driver mumbled, then he stepped on the accelerator and quickly disappeared to the end of the street.

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