Reborn at Hogwarts

There was no way Mr. Bork would hand over the real ring.

Ivan, disguised as "Quentin Baker," knew this from the start.

Neither Mr. Bock nor the faceless Mr. Borgin is definitely not an idiot to be able to run such a small and well-known store as "Borgin-Bock" in Knockturn Alley, a sinister place where dark wizards gather.

A stranger who hides his head and shows his tail, dressed strangely, suddenly ran to the store to ask for an item deposited by a regular customer with a good reputation and a deep background, and bluntly asked him to frame this incident on the recent rampant werewolves.

If Mr. Bork is really willing to do this kind of thing, it will be hell.

So Ivan did not expect to get what he wanted from Mr. Bork smoothly from the beginning to the end. After a few random words, Ivan took the wand directly while he was not paying attention, and cast a spell Knock him to the ground.

"Let me see where it is..."

Ivan fumbled around in the cabinet for a while, and soon found what he needed.

A ring with an unpretentious shape.

To say that it was a ring was a bit of a misnomer. From the outside, this ring was no different from the ring that Mr. Bok handed him earlier, it looked like a shoddy embryo.

But in reality the two are quite different.

Ivan carefully pinched it with two fingers, brought it closer to his eyes, and glanced at the inner circle of the ring.

It's clean inside, nothing.

Ivan thought for a while, then took off the glove on his left hand, the magic power was running rapidly, the index finger gradually became transparent, and it looked like flowing water.

He gently wiped the inner circle of the ring with his fingertips that had been assimilated with "water", and in the next second, a line of tiny writing emerged.

"Alchemy is one of the many ways to know the world."

The engraving of Paracelsus, there is no problem, it is the real thing... Ivan put the ring in his pocket.

His goal of coming to Knockturn Alley this time has been achieved.

Before leaving, Ivan glanced at Mr. Bork who was lying on the ground and hadn't regained consciousness. After thinking for a while, he bent down and pulled out the clothes under his head, and threw them aside.

Because he was a roommate with Mr. Bork's son, Dean Bork, Ivan was a little embarrassed to let him just lie on the ground. But if you think about it carefully, there is a risk of revealing your identity if you do this kind of thing, so forget it.

Go ahead and lie down.

Ivan supported his fish tank head, and walked out of Borgin-Bock slowly. After going out, he did not forget to close the door from the outside. By the way, he turned over the "open for business" sign hanging on the door, and put out the reverse side. "Resting".

I didn't spend much time in Bokin-Bokri, so when Ivan left the store, it was still long before lunch time, which was enough time for Ivan to go to Diagon Alley and buy back the textbooks for the next semester.

But before that, he had to find a secluded corner and take off the disguise.

Ivan touched the big fish tank on his neck.

Create water mist in the fish tank to hide your face, which is still studied from the "high-end application of avatar technique" taught by Grindelwald.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

At least Mr. Bork was completely deceived by this attire.

...

Holding the fish tank with both hands, he walked around Knockturn Alley for less than half a circle, and Ivan successfully found the way to Diagon Alley.

The unassuming entrance was next to a potions shop, and was covered by a black curtain that opened to reveal an alleyway that could accommodate three adults abreast.

The owner of the potion shop, an old witch with almost all teeth missing, was sitting on a chair by the door. When she saw Ivan in black with a fish tank on her head walking over, she immediately lowered her head with great interest after a brief surprise. He fiddled with the bucket of stinking dragon dung in front of him.

Is it really that scary... Seeing the old witch deliberately turning a blind eye, Ivan couldn't help but complain in his heart.

His head shape was inspired when he conceived a false identity, referring to the "mysterious guest" in Marvel comics. He originally thought it was fun and could hide his identity. The few wizards who appeared to be ferocious-looking all chose to ignore him.

Ivan shook his head, opened the curtain and walked into the alley.

During this process, he kept an eye on the old witch's reaction, but the latter just stared at the bucket of dragon dung intently, showing no reaction to anything outside.

After his figure turned the corner, the old witch suddenly raised her head.

She shrank her neck and looked around strangely.

"Where are people?" The old witch's hoarse voice sounded.

Almost as soon as she opened her mouth, a huge gray dog ​​emerged.

If Ivan had been here, he would have recognized this dog as the one that had been snoozing on the street corner outside Borgin-Bock's.

At this time, it looked very energetic, looking at the old witch with piercing eyes, and the latter pouted towards the road leading to Diagon Alley. .

The big dog nodded to the old witch in a very humane manner, and followed Ivan quietly into the alley.

The old witch watched the big dog go away, and then turned her gaze to the bucket of dragon dung in front of her.

In the viscous unknown substance, a face slowly floated up.

"Uh——I may not be able to adapt to this kind of dialogue in my life." The old witch retched twice in disgust, and frowned as she stared at this face, "Why do you have to use this kind of thing as a medium?"

"Regarding this matter, I think you should reflect on why there is no normal water or other liquids in your store. Don't worry, you don't have much time in your life." The face in the bucket said sarcastically. At this moment, his appearance is finally finalized. This is an unusually handsome man, but he is old, with grooves on his face, and it seems that half of his foot has already stepped into the coffin.

"Wolf, you'd better figure out who you're talking to—" The old witch's face was so gloomy that she could drip water, her cloudy eyes fixed on the face in the barrel.

"Where's that boy?" The guy called Wolf snorted dismissively, as if he wanted to argue with the old witch, but he immediately controlled his emotions.

"Bernard is chasing you." The old witch seemed to realize that now was not the time to quarrel, so she forcibly suppressed her anger and replied coldly.

"I'll be right there." Wolfe replied briefly, "This matter cannot be missed, you go and stop him."

The old witch snorted coldly, and pushed the dragon dung bucket aside, Wolfe's face had disappeared.

She drew out her wand, stood up, and walked quickly to the alley.

"Turn the road ahead!" The old witch raised her wand and pointed at the empty alley.

The next moment, a white light flashed——