Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Chapter 707 Father and Son (4D Chapter!)

"Huh, unconsciously, is it too late?"

Outside Piskalev cemetery, Newt raised his head and looked at the darkening sky.

Moscow is still some distance away from St. Petersburg. In order to avoid revealing his identity in front of Ivanov, Newt finally chose to come here by train with the old man instead of taking some more "sorcerer" methods.

In fact, it seems that this is actually a very lucky and extremely correct choice.

After all, strictly speaking, Ivanovic was finally convicted as a "violator of secrecy" by the wizarding court. As a well-known top wizard in the magic world today, if Newt is too high-profile, it will inevitably cause some suspicion.

"Sorry, Mr. Ivanov, I still have some things to deal with, or today we will stop here... At 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, we will meet here again? Of course, I will cover the accommodation costs of……"

Newt took a pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at it, pointing to the "Motherland-Mother" sculpture at the entrance to the cemetery.

As he said, Newt withdrew a small stack of paper money from his wallet and prepared to hand it to Ivanov.

Since the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the subsequent Great Depression has severely impacted the entire Russia, and even every area of ​​the entire European country. The once-influenced Piskalev Cemetery has become the most deserted. local.

Foreign tourists rarely come here to mourn, and there are too many interesting and historic attractions in St. Petersburg.

As for the residents who live in this city, they almost never come here. The heavy pressure of life has long made them no time to miss the past. Just maintaining the basic food and clothing is already a very difficult thing.

Therefore, the Piskarev Cemetery became the most secluded and safe corner of St. Petersburg.

"Mr. Scamander, you... well, thank you."

Ivanov was about to subconsciously refuse, and then suddenly stopped halfway through the conversation. After hesitating for a few seconds, he clenched his teeth and took the stack of banknotes from Newt Scamander, with some embarrassment. Smiled.

"I don’t have any medals for sale anymore, but I will definitely find another batch for you tomorrow, and the guide fee for the next week will be included even if it is in Russia, even if it is in Russia, even if I am not so familiar. City, I will definitely help you find a reliable local guide—"

The previous medals on Ivanov were all given to Newt when he was in the cemetery.

Although in theory, Ivanov may be able to sell higher prices to other tourists if they are sold separately, but in the eyes of the elderly, these medals can only become medals in the hands of specific people, not decoration.

You should know that dozens of pounds is a considerable income for Ivanov today.

"By the way, Mr. Scamander, if I don’t mind, I would like to ask an additional question..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man lowered his eyes slightly. His eyes missed Newt's eyes and looked at his collar of the trench coat. His lips twitched, and he asked cautiously as if he were a mosquito.

"Your friend, how many medals does he expect to buy?"

"How many medals?" Scamander frowned, looking at Ivanov with some confusion.

"Um... that's it..."

Ivanov's original straight spine seemed to bend a little further, and his eyes flickered and explained.

"I still have a lot of comrades in arms, and there are many medals there. I mean if your friend has sufficient funds, I can actually ask him more and collect more-of course, also Don't use too much, I know that the same kind of medal is actually enough to collect one, just in case, in case...you have more friends..."

"Funds? My friend..."

Newt froze for a moment, a subconsciously emerged in his mind that a little white-haired loli was surrounded by a group of elders in the Gu Ling Pavilion, a little shorter than her, surrounded by scenes of Jin Jialong. Replied.

"Relax! Mr. Ivanov, and all my money is with her, if it is her, there must be no problem."

"she was?"

Ivanov glanced at Newt, then shook his head in a dumb smile.

Hey, these lucky and poor old English gentlemen.

In contrast, although he was embarrassed a bit, he did not have to face the terrible female bear at least when he returned home.

Of course, if Natasha didn't...

Ivanov's eyes flicked for a moment, and he shook his head quickly, and then he recovered.

Now is not the time for sadness and memories, he has more important things to do later.

Ivanov carefully folded the stack of pounds in his hands and put it in his clothes-lined pocket, just like he was dealing with the bullets he carried with him, and took a few serious face shots before taking a breath.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Scamander. I will wait for you here on time tomorrow at half past eight."

After a short pause, Ivanov looked around the gradual light yellow street lights around him, turned his head to look at Newt Scamander, who was thinking about something, with a embarrassed smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Next, I guess I will hurry to visit some old friends' homes. If you don't have other places that need me, then I will take a step first."

"Huh? It doesn't matter, I'm the same... I also... have something to ask."

Newt Scamander took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched the parchment in his hand that recorded the current address of the Ivanovich's house-it was his friend who asked him in the Ministry of Magic. Easy to find information.

The two elderly men nostalgicly nodded to each other and separated under the street lamp.

"So, Mr. Scamander, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Ivanov."

…………

At night in St. Petersburg, the air is fresh and cold.

"Hey, old man, the good news I brought back today! Didn't expect?"

Ivanov raised his head and looked over the dilapidated wall, and fell to the upper level of a building in the distance.

It was an apartment building for soldiers on duty at a nearby military base.

Once the five-story building was full of soldiers and their families. But since the Soviet Union was disbanded and officially disbanded, they were hurriedly transferred to other parts of this vast country to be stationed. In just a few months, the building was empty, and only a few people who could not find a home still live here.

At this moment, the entire apartment building was immersed in a drooping old darkness, and only a few windows showed dim light, as if stubbornly telling people around and living here.

Ivanov expertly found where the wall collapsed and strode past. Although it was only a ridge that was less than knee height, he thought it was very strenuous-just like drilling the enemy's barbed wire on the battlefield 40 years ago.

He walked in from the main entrance of the apartment, and came to a door on the third floor by the faint moonlight. He was about to knock on the door, but a hoarse female voice came from the room first: "Ivanov, are you? ?"

Ivanov pushed the door and went in.

The only light in the house came from an old kerosene lamp. In the dim light, Ivanov saw the old photo frame hanging on the wall, the dish with ragged edges, the rusty heating rack, and the man standing at the dining table who was fumbling to pour water into Ivanov. hostess.

Her name is Sonya. It is the wife of Ivanov's old comrade Yuri Zirkov.

Yuri, an old comrade of Ivanov, participated in the Great Patriotic War and the subsequent large and small wars.

The cold winter of Stalingrad failed to kill him decades ago. The Khrushchev period of disarmament did not defeat him, and even poverty, disability, and disease were not enough to make him succumb.

But just last year, when the news of the disintegration of the Soviet Union spread throughout the country by radio.

Surprised by the bad news, Yuri Zyrkov fell to the ditch beside the road and never woke up again.

In 1991, this was a difficult step for many people.

The history of this country is like being cut abruptly, like a red bowel.

After Yuri Zhirkov's death, the lives of his wife and children became a problem, but Ivanov and several other comrades often helped them. But later life became more difficult, and several other comrades also lost their living sources one by one.

In the end, Ivanov, who was barely a low-level sergeant, counted as a better-looking group-his Natasha failed to stay with him until the end of the war. In those days, love was too extravagant .

Because of this, Ivanov, who has no family and no worries, naturally has much less pressure to survive.

"Right, what about little Zhirkov? Why didn't you see him."

Ivanov asked while receiving the cup from Sonya.

"He, go out to work." Sonia sat down across the table from Ivanov with difficulty, her face haggard, but her voice unconsciously raised, talking about the child's parents always proud:

"He works as a loader at the train station, 15 kilometers away from here, and needs to be on duty at night... Finding a stable job is not easy now, but fortunately Vakiri is strong... just like his father."

Yeah, what a great boy, strong and tough, Ivanov saw the shadow of his comrades when he was young.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and the difficulties of the current situation have made personal efforts in vain.

In this country with a complete chaos of economy, politics, and people's livelihood, even a small child who worked early and returned home lately and worked hard, in today's world, only maintains the minimum of him and his mother. Food and clothing line.

Ivanov took a sip of the water in the glass with emotion, frowning subconsciously.

It was cold, with a slight sour taste...it reminded him of the bad days hiding in the trenches and ruins decades ago.

Immediately afterwards, he instantly realized that this glass of water was finally saved by Sonya with a rain collector.

Since the apartment was abandoned, water and electricity have been cut off. People who live here want light and can only buy the cheapest and most smoked kerosene to make lamps; if they want to drink water, they can only get rainwater; If you want to turn on the heating in winter, it is a fantasy. In such an environment for a long time, the human body will suffer.

In fact, Ivanov has discovered that Sonia's physical condition is worse than when he last came. The sight of Sonya groping for a cup in the dim light reminded Ivanov of a disease called night blindness.

Ivanov did not know the specific cause of night blindness, just remember that it seems to be related to malnutrition.

Thinking of this, the figure of the British veteran appeared in front of Ivanov.

The emergence of Newt even made Ivanov have such a thought-perhaps the brothers who were sacrificed in the Great Patriotic War and even the large and small wars behind were the lucky ones. They died holding their ideals, and at least in the eyes of people they are true heroes, while other veterans who are still alive are only regarded as burdensome.

Ah, yes, the British veteran named Newt Scamander.

Ivanov finally remembered the purpose of this trip. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and placed a few flat sterlings in front of Sonya. Then placed a medal of the Second Patriotic War awarded by the Soviet Union next to the pound.

Sonya didn't look down at the things on the desktop, but touched them in sequence from the two things on the desktop. When her hand touched the angular surface of the Second Patriotic War Medal, her face clearly showed a look of doubt.

At the last meeting, Sonya handed the medal to Ivanov and asked him to sell the medal for a good price.

But now Ivanov returned the medal to himself. Where did the money come from?

Soon, she figured out the whole story: "Ivanov, you sold your medal, right?"

"Haha, you have to know that my medal is more valuable than yours. My medal is the First Order of the Patriotic War, and your husband's is the second."

"It's not the problem. No, I can't collect this money. You can help me sell my husband's badge."

Sonia pushed the badge back with a few pounds.

"No, Sonia, you must keep it. This is the heroic proof that Yuri alone destroyed a Tiger tank. You should leave him to Vakiri or wait for Vakiri's child to be born to him. Instead of trying to sell it."

Ivanov regretted the moment he said this--

Yes, the Soviet Union has disintegrated. In this new world of market economy, everything is clearly priced. The glory and sacrifice of a battle hero's life can be packed away-and usually used in US dollars, the price is not expensive.

Buyers only care about whether there is a legend behind this medal, because at their tea party, this will be an excellent talk. The sacrifices and costs paid for this medal are considered unimportant.

If the wife of a second-class Patriotic War Medal winner, if it was not because she had nowhere to go, how could she think of selling it?

But on the other hand, Ivanov did this not temporarily.

The youngest generation in Russia is difficult to understand the generations of Ivanov and Ivanovic. This is not because they received the influence of capitalism or communism, nor because of the age gap.

Ordinary people of the younger generation, even at the age of Ivanov, will pursue very ordinary things.

Gumbo, vodka, warm home, kind wife and healthy children.

——But Ivanov wanted a strong motherland.

Has the Soviet Union broken up?

This seems to be an unquestionable problem. But Ivanov did not think so. He always believed that the motherland did not fall, she was just... too tired. She just needs to rest.

One day she will stand up again, yes she will!

When that day comes, what should we tell the younger generation, what kind of person is their father?

Should we put the right to speak into the hands of those capitalists?

At that time, they would say that in Chernobyl we were forced to use guns by political commissars; they would say that in Berlin Americans replaced the national flag on the parliament building; they might even say it was the Soviet Union. Provoked the Second World War.

People are easy to grow old, and even great countries cannot survive.

But the medal is not easy to change, its corners and corners contain courage and glory. In the hands of the capitalists, its value is only a small amount of US dollars, but in the Soviet Union...or in the hearts of the former Soviet Union it is priceless, at least it can tell the younger generation, the fathers, and even more distant ancestors What kind of person was

They were once eagles spreading their wings over Ukraine;

They were once ghosts dormant between the ruins of Leningrad;

They were the gods of death who rushed out of the flames of Stalingrad;

They were giant bears who charged on the hills of Kursk;

They used to be the back of Pripyat Jiyi;

they……

-Absolutely not a burden on this country!

"Sonia, keep it. There is some money, you need it more than I do."

"But your medal..."

"Huh, it's useless to keep those things, and I don't have children."

When saying this, Ivanov tried to make himself look easier.

Sonia thought for a while before nodding with guilt: "Thank you, Ivanov, thank you."

It was not until then that Ivanov really settled down.

He knows that there are many diseases that seem to be very serious, but in fact only a few nutritious meals or a normal period of rest and rest can quickly restore the body. Ivanov’s money for Sonia is not a huge sum, but it can help her through the next period, such as buying some meat or finding a doctor...

In short, at least Ivanov need not worry about her for some time in the future.

After sitting for a while, Ivanov got up and said goodbye.

Newt Scamander gave him a total of eighty-five pounds, which is not a small amount.

Ivanov divided the money into many shares and was prepared to provide relief to several old folks.

The places where these people live are not close to each other. If Ivanov wants to go to the old place to meet Scamander tomorrow morning, then he may have to hurry up, and... he also needs to help Newt Then collect some medals.

When leaving the apartment, Ivanov continued to see the graffiti on the walls of the hallway with physical dim lights. The graffiti did not use Russian letters, but English. Colorfully, Ivanov was very upset.

These graffiti look like the handwriting of young people. After 1991, the history of this country seems to have been cut off with two strokes.

The first half seems to be full of dictatorship and tyranny, while the second half is bright and hopeful. In this context, some young people seem to take the oath of determination and generally take destructive actions, as if this would erase the reality that they were born in this country.

Ivanov raised his chin contemptuously, as if he didn’t want to be weak in front of these graffiti from the Western world. He stepped forward—compared to the spoiled British, French, and American, the Soviet Army was always the first. One.

Slowly, Ivanov, carrying a large sum of pounds, felt as if he had returned forty years ago.

They tensed their nerves and opened fire in all directions.

They were defeated by tanks, soldiers, signal flares, and artillery. Then they crowded forward with the next charge.

He strode forward, and his stiff spine seemed to slowly soothe. The years seemed to return the youth he had taken away from him. At the same time, he returned to his body and had the belief that time had already passed away.

Ivanov stepped forward step by step, imagining that he once again put on the Soviet military uniform and walked on the Red Square. In fact, he walked in a world drowned in colorful graffiti.

He took a firm step, step by step, step by step...

Until the lonely figure disappeared at the end of the mottled corridor.

…………

And at the same time, on the other side.

As a wizard family, Novat Ivanovic’s family is not easy to find.

With the help of Ivanov, Newt tried to check Ivanovic's address in a non-magic government department.

But at this point in time, Russia is rebuilding the government, and the efficiency of the various departments is so outrageous-whether it is the non-magic world or the magic world, all the energy is invested in the bear meat that is not left over. During the feast.

Fortunately, Newt has several reliable acquaintances in the former Soviet Ministry of Magic and Interior.

Moreover, for some reasons, Novat Ivanovic itself is considered a "celebrity" in this land.

In addition to being told to act cautiously, news about the Ivanovic family was soon available.

Fortunately, Novat Ivanovic's children also live in St. Petersburg, which saves Newt Scamander the trouble of tracing back and forth.

After separating from the former Soviet veteran, Newt followed the street signs and went to Ivanovic's former residence alone.

When Newt knocked on the gate of the seemingly singular building, the sky was completely darkened.

The moment the door was opened, Newt saw the door opener and determined that he had not found the wrong place.

He confirmed the identity of the other person from the opener's profound facial features, tall figure, and those sharp eyes-yes, it was Novat's son. He is almost exactly the same as Novat when he was young.

"Who are you looking for?" The door opened a smile.

Newt nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "Is this Novak Ivanovic's home?"

The smile on the opener's face disappeared.

He carefully looked at Newt Scamander's eyes, frowned slightly, and shouted something to the back.

Immediately after, Newt saw a woman behind him with a little girl under ten years old upstairs. After confirming that the little girl had left, the opponent opened the goalkeeper Newt and ushered into the door.

In Ivanovic's mansion, in the parlor, Newt officially met the old man's son.

His name was Yermak Ivanovic, a Soviet wizard, and of course, a Russian wizard.

Somewhat badly, Newt couldn't feel any sense of relaxation in visiting an old friend's home.

Although Yermark ordered his wife to make tea for Newt, since the two of them sat down on the chairs in the reception room, apart from a few simple greetings, they almost kept their heads blank for tea.

The atmosphere in the entire living room was very subtle, and the other party's faint guard made Newt feel uncomfortable.

There is no doubt that Newt's visit does not seem to be welcome.

In the case where the other party did not take the initiative to speak, Newt also wanted to avoid provoking topics related to Novat first.

Newt Scamander looked away from "Little Ivanovich" and began to observe the furnishings in the room quietly. Soon, his attention was attracted by a photo frame hanging above the stove Too.

A delicate medal hung in the picture frame. There is a red drop-shaped thing on top of it, as if a blood is dripping. There are three staggered dotted lines on this drop of blood, marked with α, β and γ respectively.

Suddenly, Newt felt that "Little Ivanovich" pulled out his wand, but it did not seem to be directed at him.

Snapped!

With a crisp click, the picture frame with the medal turned over, exposing the gray underside.

Newt frowned, withdrawing his gaze from the photo frame, and his gaze moved back to "Little Ivanovich" who was collecting his wand.

Yermark didn't seem to care about the extremely rude behavior just now, and he lightly dusted his clothes, and said in a non-salty tone: "The famous magical animal expert in the magic world, Newt Scamander. What are you doing here?"

Newt put the tea cup on the table with a kind smile:

"I and your father Novat? Ivanovic are old friends. I don’t know if Novat mentioned it to you... although we haven’t seen them for many years. In fact, I wanted to meet old friends today. ..."

"Since I can find it here, I think you should have been to the Spicamuef Cemetery?"

"Yes."

"Then your goal has been achieved." Yermark raised his eyebrows and said flatly.

"But I still don't know what happened. Everyone is so shy about Novat's things. I can only come here to ask what happened. What happened six years ago, why..."

Yerkmark Ivanovic waved violently, interrupting Newt impatiently.

"There is really nothing to say. The story is very simple-the Chernobyl nuclear accident happened, and the wizard thought it was the Muggles' own mistake and asked them to solve it, so they ordered all the wizards in the Soviet Union to evacuate. , Not allowed to intervene in this matter. But my father violated the ban and was blatant. The end result was that he got a'radiation sickness' and was also taken away from his wand for violating the wizard's secrecy law."

"Radiation sickness?"

"Yes! Or, change a name that you will definitely understand-the shame of the wizard."

"..." Newt did not answer.

He knew the shame of the wizard, it was an unsolvable curse-I didn’t know how to prevent it, I didn’t know how to cure the curse, and the wizards had healed and rejuvenated the curse, but the result made the latter more pain.

Although it was known for a long time that the Soviets paid a huge price in that catastrophe, it was all seen in the newspapers. Knowing today, Newt realized the term "great price" through the news of his old friend's death.

Newt took a sip of the teacup, and the bitter tea did not calm his heart.

He thought for a while before saying, "Your father... our last fight together was against Grindelwald. He was very brave. He was a very amazing person."

"Awesome person?" Yermark sneered.

"He did it all because a group of low-energy Muggles couldn't wipe his ass. Did you know what he got?"

Yermark pointed to the medal that Newt saw just now and snorted coldly:

"A thousand rubles of compensation and a broken medal. I honestly don't know if the broken copper is the trick used by the Muggle government to tease us. Oh, yes, and the Wiesengamo judgment."

"And do you know what the price he paid? He ignored the rules of the wizarding world! He quit his job at the Kodosdorez Magic School without permission! He even abandoned his own family without even saying a word. !

"And all this...just for a group of stupid Muggles!"

"You call him a great person?"

"Oh, sorry, I really don't know that in your English dictionary, the definition of the word great is to abandon responsibility!"

Yeltmark’s sudden excitement made Newt more than good. Newt Scamander’s hand was awkwardly resting on the ear of the tea cup, but he did not know whether to put it on the table or pretend to be casual. Take it up and take a sip.

At this moment, the door of the parlor was suddenly pushed open.

Newt saw the little girl who had just gone upstairs standing at the door.

The little girl looks less than ten years old, her voice is milky and milky, but she is extremely determined:

"Grandpa is not a bad guy! Grandpa is an amazing hero!"

Irina Ivanovic's appearance was caught off guard. He first opened his mouth in amazement, and then his voice suddenly stern: "Irina, we have discussed this topic many times. Your grandpa is not his What a hero. Now, obedient, go back upstairs."

"No daddy!"

The little girl shouted with a louder voice: "Grandpa, he is a hero, he saved a lot of innocent people. I read the book that if they don’t pay, we will die more people! Even throughout Europe Reduced to death!"

"I knew I shouldn't let you read those Muggle books."

Yermark said: "Your grandfather is a wizard, his world is the magic world, and the group of people he saved are only Muggles."

Very old-fashioned speech-Newt thought in his heart that the person in front of him was the one Elena said needed to be changed. But then Irina Jr.'s speech made Newt raise his eyebrows.

"However, Grandpa saved people!"

"...When you go to magic school, you will understand. Anna, take her back to the room."

Yerkmark Ivanovic slightly stagnate, immediately waved his hand violently, and raised the volume to tell the woman standing behind Irina, but before he had finished speaking, the meeting room suddenly appeared. There was a loud deafening noise.

Then he exclaimed immediately: "Damn it! Irina!"

The woman flew aside.

The furniture in the reception room began to vibrate violently, the flame in the stove made a crackling explosion, and then suddenly exploded, the fire began to spread around, as if it were an angry beast.

Yermark immediately pulled out his wand, and a blue light radiated from the top of his wand, limiting the fire.

He turned to shout to Irina: "Irina, calm down!"

Out of control, the phenomenon of emotional arousal caused by a magically gifted child without training. The easiest way to solve this out of control is to divert the child's attention so that the child no longer thinks about things that make them emotionally agitated.

Fortunately, Newt has several "friends" who are very good at solving this matter.

Newt lifted his cuffs slightly, a dragonfly-like body, but with a red body, three pairs of feet, two small horns on the head, and a little guy with wings similar to the structure of the aircraft's tail on both sides of the tail.

"Red Dragonfly" flew a few times around Irina Ivanovic.

Along with an inexplicable wave of magic, Irina, who was still full of anger, suddenly couldn't help but yawn, and a trace of sleepiness quickly appeared on her face. The flame by the fireplace and the abnormal noise in the living room also It gradually dissipated.

The woman who had been blasted off just now stood up again.

Yermark Ivanovich saw that she was okay, and in a sigh of breath he re-ordered her to take Irina upstairs.

Soon, the door of the parlor was closed again, and only Newt and Yermmark remained in the room.

There was another long silence.

Newt could feel the complex emotions in his heart from Yermark's own eyes.

"Sir, I must thank you."

Yermark spoke, his tone softened a lot compared to before: "I heard about your reputation in the field of magical animals, but I didn't expect that magical animals can do this kind of thing...how did you domesticate them? ?"

"It's my friend." Newt smiled.

As he said, Newt put a little water all over his cup and put it on the cup and saucer. The "red dragonfly" circulated flexibly in the living room, and finally landed on the cup and saucer, drinking with a mouthful. Tea.

Yermark sighed and set his teacup aside. Take a bottle of wine from the cupboard and shook Newt. Newt waved his hand, and Yermark took out another cup and poured a cup on his own.

Yermark took a sip, then stared at the clear and transparent liquid in the glass and slowly said:

"That day, the Ministry of Magic news arrived first, and the Muggle government’s broadcast was slow for about half an hour. When the Ministry of Magic’s order came, my father immediately began to pack his luggage and prepared to evacuate, but... when the Muggle government’s telecommunications When it came, he still left—through the flyway network, he went directly to Chernobyl and became one of the earliest people to go to the nuclear contaminated area."

"Everyone said that people who went to Chernobyl used a shovel to fight against the atom. There was also a joke that the machine came to Chernobyl's roof to work for five minutes, and then it broke down. But the Soviets drank Click on the vodka and it will take two hours to do it-I can't laugh, I can't really laugh."

Yermak drank the wine from the glass and poured himself another glass.

His voice was cold, but there was a trace of loneliness:

"My father's last days...very painful. Acute radiation sickness, he was necrotic all over. This kind of disease can't be cured with spells, it will only make him more and more painful... Finally, the Ministry of Magic came , Announced in front of his hospital bed that he had violated the secrecy law and took away his wand as he died."

"The Muggle government awarded him the medal-the badge of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant accident participant. However, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, a large number of the same medals flowed to the market, making this medal suddenly worthless."

Yermark chuckled, shaking the bottle, his voice full of sarcasm:

"This is what he traded for in his life. Is it really worth it?"

Newt didn't know what to say, he could only say: "Your father is an amazing person."

"Yeah, of course he is amazing. He is my father, how proud I used to be. But he finally abandoned the magic world, abandoned me, abandoned Irina... so I will never forgive him, forever and always."

Yermark’s voice was no longer filled with resentment, and was replaced by a deep pain and helplessness.

"……I'm very sorry."

Newt suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

After another long silence, Newt Scamander looked around the messy living room and the door to the upstairs room. After thinking about it, he broke the silence and diverted the conversation.

"Speaking of that, your daughter's magical talent is quite good, and she will definitely become the most popular student in the school!"

"School? Oh..."

Yerkmark Ivanovic grinned, and a look of irony appeared on his face.

"The Kodosdorez School of Witchcraft will not forget her father's betrayal. Irina is now eleven years old, but now that August is almost over, she has not received the school's offer letter-you should know What does this mean?"

"Mr. Scamander, don’t forget,'The Witch's Mortality' is contagious! Irina, and the children of the'magic traitors', are plagues in the eyes of most people. You Do you think that the noble and decent Cordos Doriz School of Witchcraft will allow such cursed children to step into their school gates?"

"How could this be! Absurd! It's been six years!"

Newt's brow furrowed tightly, and looked at the white trace of the high temperature burning on the edge of the fireplace.

"This kid has such a great talent for magic. If he can't go to school, it would be too..."

"Oh... there are no old guys like Albus Dumbledore. Could it be that I can still let Irina go to Hogwarts to study? Is there any way, I can only teach one by myself Teach Irina, as for the future..."

Yermark Ivanovic smiled bitterly, put down the bottle in his hand, and sighed.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

At this moment, Newt Scamander suddenly froze.

"I can only teach Irina by myself..."

"No, no, that's the previous sentence-yes! Of course! Hogwarts, Hogwarts... if, um, let me think... if it's Hogwarts this year... maybe it can... …"

Newt had the Hogwarts School of Magic return contract on his desk.

If he agrees to the request of the little witch, as a full professor and former principal of Hogwarts and the current vice principal, he naturally has the right to add a few names to Hogwarts’ student list this year.

only……

"Really? Do you have a way? Mr. Scamander!"

Yerkmark Ivanovic stood up, rubbing at Newt with an expression of emotion, and said incoherently.

"Irina is very obedient! She is really a good boy! By the way, her English is also very good, and she is also very familiar with the mouthful mantra. When her father is alive, he often takes the school test questions. And textbook tease Irina."

"I...I'm not sure..."

Newt squeezed his fist anxiously, subconsciously evading Ivanovic's gaze, and also stood up and picked up the gray bowler hat on the table, as if he was cast a tongue-telling curse. Said.

"I will try my best... In a few days, I will reply to you in a few days..."

If only Irina was alone, maybe...maybe by virtue of friendship, Dumbledore would make an exception to help him a little favor, but-if this is the case-

Newt recalled the dossier that had been shown to him by the Ministry of Magic official who helped him find the Ivanovic family.

[1986, ‘Pripyat’s large-scale leak case’]】

[Storage time: permanent]

[Charge: Violation of the International Witcher Union Confidentiality Act, disregard of the evacuation orders of the Wiesengamo Tribunal and the International Witcher Magic Association, severely affecting the restoration of teaching at the Kodos Dorez School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the death of many wizards...]

【Number of wizards involved: 231 people】

This is...

More than two hundred families...

Out of the door of the Ivanovic family~www.wuxiaspot.com~Newt raised his head and looked at the sky that had been completely dark, stomping on the sparse blue stone slab street in St. Petersburg, his heart was blank. And irritability.

The magic world, or this world...

And those laws they once believed and guarded, what happened...

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return! For the next three days, a 4D chapter every day! Make up!

I'm back, I won't go back afterwards~

I hope that this plot can satisfy everyone...

(End of this chapter)