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Chapter 90: Returning Home and Diagon Alley
Chapter 90: Returning Home and Diagon Alley
"Ron, over here!"
In the crowded throng, Ivan saw someone waving at them. It was a plump, red-haired middle-aged man who nodded kindly at him.
Next to the red-haired man stood a somewhat short and plump woman, who was scolding George and Fred with her hands on her hips. The two brothers looked dejected, not daring to say a word.
Ivan immediately understood that they must be the Weasley couple, and George and Fred were likely being scolded for their poor performance in the History of Magic exam.
"My dad is calling me. I have to go over there. You can come to my place if you have time. I'll send you letters during the holidays", Ron said, turning around and pushing his luggage through the crowd.
It was too crowded for Ivan to go over and introduce himself, especially since he didn't know how they would react upon learning that he was the son of a Dark Wizard.
Harry was quickly pulled away by his Uncle Dursley, who didn't want to stay a moment longer, scowling and ignoring Ivan and the others.
Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, was much more approachable, and Ivan politely chatted with him for a bit.
Most of the young Wizards had been picked up, and the crowd thinned out considerably. Ivan strained to spot his mother, Esia, in the remaining people. Suddenly, he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder.
Ivan's wand, hidden in his sleeve, was already in his hand, but before he could do anything, he was enveloped in a hug.
The scent of lavender wafted from behind him, and Ivan relaxed. In his memory, this was the perfume his mother always wore.
Sure enough, Esia's distinctive, smooth voice whispered in his ear, "It's been a year. You've grown taller and more adorable. Did you miss your mom these past few days?"
"Of course I did!" Ivan said, pulling a reluctant lie.
Turning around, he saw a beautiful Witch dressed in a dark green Wizard robe, carefully tailored to retain its vintage charm while accentuating her figure, making her look alluring and not a day over thirty.
Ivan felt uncomfortable with such intimate contact from a beautiful and unfamiliar woman, even if she was his mother in name.
"Missed me? Then why didn't you send a single letter back?" Esia's smile faded, and she playfully tapped Ivan's head with her index finger, clearly displeased.
Ivan stammered, searching for an excuse. His eyes fell on the snow-white Owl in the cage, and he had an idea. He declared confidently, "I did send letters, maybe Maca got lost on the way!"
"You know, I only bought her at the start of the school year, so Maca might not know the way home yet", Ivan quickly shifted the blame to Maca, who looked innocently at him from the cage.
"Is that so?" Esia didn't argue, but she smiled at him, her eyes cold.
Ivan swallowed hard, feeling the air around him turn chilly.
Esia didn't expose Ivan's lie but instead looked at the Owl in the cage, smiling gently. "I learned a new dish yesterday, called Owl Stew. How about we have that for dinner tonight?"
Owl stew?
Ivan’s lips twitched. No need to be so cruel, right?
"But I heard Professor Mcgonagall say that Owls are Wizards' best friends, and no Wizard would ever harm an Owl", Ivan tried to persuade her.
"Is that so? The Ministry of Magic hasn’t banned cooking Owls", Aisia said indifferently, then pulled Ivan by the wrist and walked out of the station.
Even if there were rules, would you ever listen to the Ministry of Magic?
Ivan thought helplessly, but he still tried his best to speak up for Maca, eventually dissuading Aisia.
The reason was simple: getting a new pet would cost a lot of money.
As they walked, Ivan had already changed out of his Wizard robe at the station and was now wearing a blue casual outfit, blending in with the Muggles on the street.
But Aisia was the opposite. Her unique aura and beautiful appearance, combined with her peculiar Wizard robe, drew frequent glances from passersby. She, however, paid no attention to them and walked ahead confidently.
Indeed, it was. It seemed as if there was some invisible barrier here. Ivan watched as a woman tried to walk forward but ended up taking a wide detour without realizing it.
This must be the Magic that repels Muggles, Ivan thought, fascinated by the scene. He wanted to investigate how it worked, but now was clearly not the time.
Aisia had already led him into the Leaky Cauldron.
As an important intersection between the Magical world and the real world, the Leaky Cauldron was always bustling with business. Behind the rustic bar, the elderly owner, Tom, was chatting leisurely with a strange-looking old witch.
A couple of witches and Wizards were sitting at a side table, whispering to each other. A few idle drunks were drinking Butterbeer and even whistled at Aisia, but they didn’t dare to approach her.
"I need to use the Floo Powder and the fireplace!" Aisia ignored the drunks. Her face was grim, not as gentle as it was in front of Ivan. She casually tossed a few Sickles onto the counter and said firmly.
This attitude might not be very likable, but it did reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.
"Of course, go right ahead", the bar owner, a very kind man, said after receiving the money. He reminded them that the Floo Powder was in the box above the fireplace.
"You go first. Don’t move around when you get there, remember, Diagon Alley!" Aisia grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and handed it to Ivan.
Ivan found it a bit strange that they weren’t going directly home, but he still threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace, which was ignited by Magic, creating a spark of fluorescent light.
"Diagon Alley!" Ivan said.
A deep blue flame rose, and Ivan felt a slight warmth, but it didn’t feel like a burning flame.
Then came a sensation of spatial displacement. His body felt as if it was being sucked into a drum and rapidly spinning, making Ivan dizzy and unable to open his eyes to see the entire process.
(End of Chapter)
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