Chapter 92 The Turkey Made This Way Has No Soul...

Chapter 92 The turkey made this way has no soul.

"It's good to know." Asia nodded, and then asked curiously how Ivan resisted the probing eye.

"Occlumency, I found it in the restricted book section of the school." Ivan thought for a while and said it directly without concealing it.

Thanks to Dumbledore for this, he used Legilimency several times to help him improve his proficiency in Occlumency. It was precisely because of his habit that Ivan was able to react so quickly.

"Well done. It seems like you learned a lot of good things in it. You know, I didn't dare to sneak into the restricted book area until I was in second grade."

Asia looked at Ivan with admiration on her face. She did not mean to reprimand him for violating the school rules at all. She just reminded him that it is good to keep some knowledge in mind. Don't try it easily if you are not sure.

Aisiya's reaction was completely within Ivan's expectation. In his memory, Aisiya didn't care about rules that much, but this behavior of encouraging him to read books in the forbidden book area really made Ivan ashamed.

Next, considering that Ivan had just been frightened, Asia told Ivan some interesting things that happened in school, such as the first time she went to the forbidden book area and was almost caught by Filch.

Later, she tried her best to get revenge and hid Filch's cat, causing Filch to search for it for several days.

Or occasionally use fear spells to play tricks on ghosts and little wizards of the same grade.

As Ivan listened, his eyes towards Asia became more and more weird, and he suddenly remembered that the Sorting Hat seemed to have told him when school first started that someone had used the Fear Curse to play pranks, which gave Dumbledore a headache.

Unexpectedly, he was talking about his mother Asia.

Ivan agreed one after another, and then remembered the question he had not asked before.

"By the way, why didn't we just use Floo powder to go to the fireplace at home?"

"I set up magic on the fireplace at home, I remember I told you." Asia looked at Ivan suspiciously for a while.

"When did that happen? How could I always remember it?" Ivan shrugged and hurriedly searched for relevant memories in his mind.

Although Ivan has sorted out his memory through the study of Occlumency, after all, it is a person's life experience for ten years, and it is impossible for him to remember everything clearly.

Sometimes you still have to think about it for a while.

It would be too much to say too much, so Ivan kept his mouth shut and only used his eyes to observe the surroundings.

If Diagon Alley is a bustling city street, then Knockturn Alley is somewhat similar to a slum, and perhaps even more dangerous.

Because this is also a gathering place for dark wizards, and the Second Wizarding War has just ended ten years ago, there are many Death Eaters who have escaped sanctions and are hiding here. It is difficult to say that the rules of the Ministry of Magic can be applied in Knockturn Alley. To what extent.

Just along the way, Ivan felt several overt or covert malicious glances, but probably because Asia was by his side, the owner of these glances quickly looked away.

About seven or eight minutes later, Ivan finally saw the home in his memory, which was also a black magic shop. Perhaps because it is relatively remote and the land price is relatively cheap, it looks very large and spacious.

Looking through the glass window, one can vaguely see many magic items placed on the shelves.

It was different from the gloomy and scary Bojin Bock store. After entering, Ivan discovered that most of them were small things such as bracelets, necklaces, and cards. They looked the same as ordinary ones, but Ivan understood through memory that most of these things were small things. Blessed with triggering evil spells.

The entire store is divided into two floors. The first floor is where magic items are sold. The second floor is the living area. There is also a basement where Asia makes or researches magic items. Ivan has never done this before. How did you get in?

"You take a rest first, I'll cook." Aisia led Ivan in and walked into the kitchen freely.

After Asia left, Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief after having some time alone. He was nervously searching through his memories and chatting with Asia, which already made him a little exhausted both physically and mentally.

Thinking that he would have to get along like this for a whole summer vacation, Ivan had a headache.

There were clanking sounds in the kitchen, which was as lively as the back chef of a hotel, attracting Ivan's attention.

After Ivan looked through the window, he found Asia standing in the center of the kitchen and waving her wand gently. A featherless and cleaned turkey jumped onto the chopping board consciously.

The table knife hanging on one side slowly floated over. As he passed by, he neatly cut a steak on the table into several large pieces, and then started to deal with the turkey. Various jars containing seasonings were also busy. Then, the cooking wine was poured down to soak the turkey in the basin. The steak was sprinkled with unknown seasonings and then sent into the magic version of the oven.

Ivan even saw that when the oil was being applied, the turkey actively turned its body over and lifted its wings so that the brush could apply more oil to the underside of the wings to make it more fragrant when roasted. a little.

Seeing this scene, Ivan's expression was very strange. He searched through his memories and found that it had been transformed into a magic kitchen by Asia. The cooking process was basically like making assembly line products.

The things that were made all looked similar, and they were very fast. With Asia barely moving, a luxurious turkey dinner was quickly baked.

Ivan really wanted to say that the dishes made this way have no soul!

But when Asia brought the plate to the table, Ivan couldn't help but swallowed because it looked delicious.

However, Ivan was a little surprised as to why today's dinner was so sumptuous. Even with a magic kitchen, Asia rarely bought so many ingredients on weekdays.

"This was originally prepared for Christmas," Asia's dark purple eyes stared directly at him with a hint of resentment.

"No, I will definitely come back next semester." Ivan said hesitantly, because he did let Asia go during Christmas and didn't even send a letter back.

Ivan could imagine Asia preparing everything by herself and then waiting for him at the station.

I didn’t expect that I even kept the ingredients.

Waiting for Christmas? That seemed to be a few months ago, right?

Ivan was suddenly stunned while eating the turkey dinner.

So how long has this turkey been left out?

"Is this chicken not expired?" Ivan turned to look at Aisia dully and asked.