Chapter 98 What Are You Thinking About? I’m Talking About Jin Galleons!

"Doggart!"

Before Docter finished speaking, Asia came out of the basement and interrupted, with a hint of anger in her low tone.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Those are all things in the past." Docter didn't want to mention these old memories, because they would always remind him of some angry things.

Docter's half-sentence made Ivan confused.

Ten what?

When Ivan was silently guessing in his mind, Asia directly threw a book over and hit him on the head.

"Read the book carefully for me, and don't keep asking about irrelevant things." Asia glared at him very dissatisfied, and finally looked at Docter and said.

"Did you get what I needed?"

"Of course, it's just that this thing is not easy to handle. We have to find a box that can trap it. It took a lot of effort to ask someone to send it here."

Docter grinned and continued to complain, but then changed his tone and patted his chest, saying that if he could help, this trouble would not be a big deal.

Asia was not interested in listening to this nonsense and threw the bag held in her right hand over.

"Is this enough?"

"See what you said, I'm just doing a little favor, it's not a transaction." Docter smiled ingratiatingly, took it, threw it on the counter, and motioned for Ivan to put it away.

The bag was not big, and it was very light when it hit the wooden counter, but there were sounds of metal hitting each other inside.

Ivan speculated that the internal space of the bag may have been expanded and its weight reduced.

Looking through the untied opening, there was a lot of glittering gold inside, all filled with gold galleons.

Ivan also understood clearly the conversation between the two. It took this amount of gold galleons to get, and the only thing Dogget could get was Dementors.

Thinking of this, Ivan was immediately impressed by this middle-aged man. A former deputy director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries actually had such ability.

As for the bag thrown by Docter on the table, Ivan had no intention of touching it, because he understood the character of his mother Asia and was never willing to accept help from others for nothing.

Docter also understood this, sighed, and reluctantly advised.

"I received news a few days ago that the Ministry of Magic will take big action in the near future. It is stepping up its search for dark magic items. Minister of Magic Fudge is very determined this time. Even the estates of pure-blood wizard families are being searched. Within the scope. Although people from the Ministry of Magic are unlikely to search Knockturn Alley, it will definitely affect business."

After hearing this, Ivan also remembered that in the original book, there was indeed a large-scale search before Harry entered the second grade.

Even the Malfoy family was affected and had to find a way to deal with the Horcrux notebook. It can be seen that this inspection by the Ministry of Magic is not a simple incident.

Asia's expression changed. If the Ministry of Magic really did this, there might not even be a single big business deal in the next few months.

After all, most of the people who can really afford to buy magic items are rich people from pure-blood families. It is unrealistic to expect the poor people in Knockturn Alley to spend their money.

Even so, Asia insisted.

"I will find a way to deal with this matter. You should keep the money first."

Seeing Asia's persistence, Docter had no choice but to put the bag of gold galleons in his pocket, and then stayed for lunch lazily.

This time, Asia did not refuse, but Ivan was helpless, because Doggett always tried every means to get close to him, and seemed to want to start with him to get closer to Asia.

Ivan searched his memory and found that Doggett had been like this before and had never concealed his affection for Asia.

Of course, on the other hand, Asia has never concealed her lack of interest in Doggett, but the other party is still enjoying it.

Until the afternoon, Ivan had not been able to get rid of this middle-aged man, because the dementors who practiced summoning guardianship were placed in Doggett's house and were said to be inconvenient to move.

Docter directly suggested that if you were going to do something about the dementors, you could go to his home, where it would be safer to have him look after you.

Asia readily agreed, and then drove Ivan and Docter out of the black magic store.

"So, the dementors are what you want from little Ivan?" Docter's expression was very strange. He thought it was Asia who was doing some black magic experiment that required the use of dementors.

"I'm going to use it to learn how to protect the gods, otherwise?" Ivan shrugged.

"If I had known you were going to use it, I would have moved the box over." Docter muttered to himself.

Ivan naturally saw Docter's little thoughts and was speechless. He didn't want to spend an afternoon with this old man.

As soon as he went out, within a few minutes, Docter took out a wine bottle from his long sleeves and drank it. The reason why he didn't drink in front of Asia was because Docter didn't want to affect his image in the other person's mind. He couldn't help it in front of Ivan.

Docter's house is not far from here, only separated by a small alley, but the location is relatively remote. There are almost no houses around. Instead, there are some trees and weeds growing empty, and the sides of the house are crooked. There was a dusty sign with a few words outlined on it.

st mungo's hospital of witchcraft and wizardry

Ivan looked a little weird. If he remembered correctly, the hospital in the magical world seemed to be called St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies, right?

He is a ruthless person even if he dares to put up the sign after deleting two words.

Fortunately no one has come to trouble him all these years.

When he arrived at the door, Ivan realized that someone was waiting there. He was a wizard who looked to be in his thirties. The wizard's robe was very shabby, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his left hand was faintly visible under his sleeve. Breathing black air.

Werewolf?

Ivan's expression flashed, and he quietly held the wand in his right hand. Only a few days later, Ivan had not forgotten the battle that night. One of the silver-haired werewolves was hit in the left hand by black magic.

The sloppy wizard had no intention of taking action. Instead, he walked up to Doggett and pulled open his sleeve, revealing his corroded left hand that looked a bit weird.

"Is there any hope?" the wizard said.

Docter drank, but this did not affect his judgment at all. After looking at it for a while, he spread his fingers and made a gesture.

"I can only last five days?" the wizard said after being silent for a while.

"I mean, a total of five hundred gold galleons," Docter said angrily.