Reborn at Hogwarts

"Little master, have you finished your work yet?"

Just as Ivan walked out of the room and was still hesitating whether to go downstairs directly, a thin voice suddenly sounded beside him.

The boy turned his head away.

It was a guy a head shorter than he was talking, with huge bat ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls. He stood on the stairs, bowed respectfully, and looked as if he wanted to bury his head in the ground.

It was the house-elf of the family, Frodo.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. For some subtle reasons, he didn't want his parents to know about his letter to Dumbledore, but he didn't have much scruples about Frodo, a house elf who was loyal to the Vesemir family. .

"My work is done, Frodo," answered Ivan. "Is there anything you want to see me for?"

The elf bent even lower.

"The mistress told Frodo to call you, my little master," said the elf quickly, "the mistress said that the meal is ready...today is your birthday, my little master." His tone suddenly changed. A little choked up, "August 31st, oh, little master, in the blink of an eye you are already, already turned eleven years old..."

He sobbed and couldn't go on.

Ivan was no stranger to the scene in front of him, it could even be said that he was used to it. For house-elves who have served the same wizarding family for generations, the master's honor and disgrace are closely related to themselves, and this emotional situation often occurs.

After comforting Frodo with ease, Ivan went downstairs and came to the living room, where Madam Vesemir was waving her wand, ordering plates of delicate dishes and desserts to be placed on the dining table.

Seeing Ivan coming down from the second floor, Madam Vesemir hurriedly put her wand aside, came over to hug him, and kissed him twice randomly, "Oh, happy birthday, baby. Are you done with your work? "

Ivan nodded.

"That's good, let's go and clean up the fireplace, okay? The twin brothers of the Weasley family will come over to celebrate your birthday later." Mrs. Vesemere pointed to the table by the fireplace, where a letter was spread out, There is also an owl that is lazily curled up in a cage specially used for messengers to rest and enjoy the fire.

"George and Fred? Didn't the Weasley family go on a trip?" Ivan recognized that the owl was Errol of the Weasley family. As if hearing the owner's name, the owl raised its head vigilantly and looked towards this side. After seeing Ivan's face, it relaxed, turned its head away slowly, and continued to stare at the flames in the fireplace absentmindedly.

"Yes, they did go on a trip, but George and Fred knew that today is your birthday, so they stayed at home on purpose." Vesemir's wife had already returned to the kitchen and continued to work, passing through a wall. The voice came muffled, "Ah, what a wonderful two children. You know, their family rarely travels once in a while."

Ivan nodded. He couldn't be more clear about the situation of the Weasley family. On the one hand, it was because of the description in the original book, and on the other hand, because like the Weasley family, the Weasel family also had good intentions towards Muggles, and they suffered because of it. Some wizards who believed in the supremacy of pure blood rejected each other. For this reason, the two families became friends with each other. They often exchanged letters and occasionally visited each other's home.

Ivan also became acquainted with George and Fred because of this. The twin brothers did not discriminate against him because of his status as a squib, but took care of his mood everywhere and gave Ivan a lot The magic props that the two brothers researched by themselves-although most of them are just rough prototypes, far inferior to the props sold in the future "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes", but still let Ivan feel their goodwill.

Although it's hard to be treated like a child all the time...

Thinking so, Ivan picked up the letter on the table and glanced at it roughly. The general content was that the two brothers would use Floo powder to visit tonight to celebrate Ivan’s birthday. simple strokes. Ivan frowned and discerned for a long time before he recognized that it was a common clown in a circus.

It is in line with the spirit of the two who are keen on mischief.

After putting away the letter, Ivan glanced at the time. It was almost 7 o'clock in the evening, and Mr. Vesemir should be back.

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ivan, can you open the door?" Mrs. Vesemir poked her head out of the kitchen.

Ivan responded, but he didn't open the door directly, but looked out through the cat's eyes.

Standing outside the door was a man with an expressionless face. In the hot weather at the end of August, he was wearing a long black trench coat buttoned almost to his chin.

He didn't seem to notice that someone was peeping at him through the cat's eyes. The man was still ringing the doorbell silently, his movements mechanical and dull. What made Ivan shudder was that when the man was ringing the doorbell, his neck was twisting strangely, his eyes were completely unfocused, and his movements were like a marionette controlled by someone.

The man's face was somewhat familiar. Ivan frowned and thought for a while, before finally recalling his identity.

"...Mom?" Ivan backed away lightly, trying to stay away from the door as much as possible, and then whispered to his mother who was in the kitchen, "It's Uncle Alger. The Uncle Alger from the Rozier family."

"Rozier? Alger Rozier?" Madam Vesemir immediately put down the tableware, grabbed her wand and strode out of the kitchen. Her expression was tense, as if she was facing an enemy, "Go back to the room, Ivan!"

Ivan ran upstairs as promised, while Mrs. Vesemir walked towards the door aggressively.

The next moment, a blazing light suddenly lit up outside the door!

Amidst Mrs. Vesemir's screams, the door of the room fell apart under an irresistible force. The man in black was holding a magic wand and stood solemnly in front of the door. A gleam of light on the tip of the wand was slowly extinguishing.

"Rozier! You, you—"

Facing Mrs. Vesemir's scolding and raising the wand aimed at him, the man in black took a step forward expressionlessly.

"Don't be nervous, Veronica." The man said coldly, for some reason, Ivan felt that his voice seemed a little weird, with an inexplicable incongruity, "I'm just here to celebrate the birthday of my dear distant nephew .”

"You're not welcome here!" Madam Vesemere said, pointing her wand at the man's nose. "You should have gone to Azkaban with me! If you dare..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a green flame suddenly burst out in the fireplace, and then, under Ivan's dumbfounded gaze, two identical boys came out laughing and laughing.

"Hey, Mrs. Vesemir, we're here—" the twins stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and they noticed the ruined gate almost at the same time, and the witches and wizards who were confronting each other in front of it.

And Ivan squatting on the stairs.

These two guys came at the wrong time! Ivan groaned inwardly.

"The red-haired boy, huh?" The man suddenly grinned. "Young Weasleys, aren't you? Yes, it must be you, pure-blood shame..."

"Rozier!" Madam Vesemir snapped.

"...If it was normal, I would definitely let you guys experience the Unforgivable Curse." The man ignored Mrs. Vesemir's threats, "Don't worry, Veronica, I didn't come to kill people today... …Actually, I just came to pick up something, I don’t know if Jon has told you that it is something that my family entrusted your family to keep for you..."

Mrs. Vesemir showed a look of sudden realization.

"Then you should be more direct." She said coldly. She removed her wand from the man's nose under the incredible eyes of the three children, turned around and walked towards the living room, "Come in... Jon won't be back in a while, you can sit on the sofa first-" — fainted!"

The wand protruded from Madam Vesemir's armpit, and a red light shot straight at the man.

However, although the red light hit the man in black, it just made him sway in place, without showing the desired effect at all.

"Surprised, isn't it?" The man looked at Mrs. Vesemere's shocked expression and smiled, showing his rough yellow teeth. "You should—"

Only halfway through his words, he showed a surprised expression and looked at Ivan who was running to the second floor with his head down and tiptoeing.

When the man glanced over, Ivan only felt a chill in his head. He raised his head, and was shocked to find that at some point, a guy covered in a black robe was standing at the door of his room.

"Get down, little guy." The man in black said hoarsely.

Ivan fell to the ground subconsciously, and in the next second, two rays of light suddenly lit up above his head.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Disarm you!"

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