Chapter 410: Departure for Albania

In fact, such a change was really necessary.

The idea of restoring the Triwizard Tournament was also a very good one, helping to break the gap between schools and countries and integrate the European wizarding world into a whole.

Unfortunately, no one thought that Voldemort would have a foot in this event.

He planned a conspiracy to take Harry out of Hogwarts and use his blood to regain his strength.

In the original book, the upcoming Triwizard Tournament was a nightmare.

Cedric's death, Voldemort's return and the Death Eaters meet again.

Great changes had taken place in the quiet wizarding world, ringing the bells of the Second Wizarding War.

War meant disaster. Even with good prevailing in the end; loss of life was inevitable. Even Dumbledore had fallen, and anyone could die.

Ivan did not want this to happen. As history had changed, it needed to be changed more thoroughly than ever.

He had to rely on strength, not just knowledge of history, to defeat Voldemort.

He was now taking a big step towards becoming the powerful wizard he wanted to be, to protect Hermione, protect lives, and protect Hogwarts.

Nothing could scare him, not even Voldemort.

Ivan had decided to destroy the conspiracy for Voldemort's return.

After Dumbledore discussed the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament, he immediately wrote a letter to Professor Lupin, asking him to pay more attention to Barty Crouch.

Ivan hoped to find the remaining half of the Philosopher's Stone soon enough to have time to deal with the Barty Crouch Jr. problem.

He finished his juice and went to Flamel's office with his ancient magic work.

When Ivan entered Flamel's office, he was surprised to see that Sirius was also inside, and they were talking.

"Ivan, Dumbledore has just written to us, he has already determined the location of the remaining half of the Philosopher's Stone. Let's go at once." Sirius said.

"Really?!" Ivan rejoiced, then looked at Flamel sitting next to him, "I have yet to learn about ancient magical writing."

"I think you have enough knowledge to study on your own." Flamel said calmly, "Ivan, you are the best student I have ever taught. In over 600 years, you are not the only talented magician I have seen, but you are the one I like the most. Your future, as I see it, is boundlessly promising. I hope you can discover the real secret."

Looking at the kind old wizard, thinking of his teachings of the last month or so, and the possibility of never seeing him again after their parting, Ivan suddenly felt quite sad.

He bowed deeply to him, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, not wanting to cry in front of Sirius and Flamel.

"Well, you have to go out and find the Philosopher's Stone!" Flamel said. "Remember, Ivan! Be sure to go to Egypt to consult the 'Emerald Tablet'. It will be of great help, even crucial, for you to understand the first part of the book on alchemy!"

"I'll remember that!" Ivan nodded.

After saying goodbye to Flamel, he and Sirius walked out into the empty hall.

"Where are we going?" Ivan asked. "Where is the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Dumbledore asked us in his letter to find it in a pub just outside the forest in southwestern Albania." Sirius handed Ivan a rough parchment. "I have checked the relevant information. Near that pub is a wizard gathering area."

Looking at the letter's description of the pub's location, Ivan had a bad feeling about this.

Unexpectedly, they had to go to the Albanian woods. If he remembered correctly, Voldemort was hiding there right now.

Would everything really go well on this trip to find the Philosopher's Stone?

Eagle Bar was located on the edge of the vast forests of southwestern Albania, just south of the capital Tirana and not far south of Greek territory.

On the wooden sign outside the bar was painted an ugly black two-headed eagle.

Because it was too old, the paint on the scene had begun to fade, and when the wind blew, the tattered sign made a rustling noise.

This kind of sound was like the cry of a crow, very ominous!

Near the bar was a small village composed entirely of wizards. After centuries of development, it had become the second largest gathering area for wizards in Albania.

Unlike the quiet and beautiful Hogsmeade, it was more like Diagon Alley.

In the small town, dragons and snakes mingled, laws seemed to be non-existent, and there were sneaky, evil-looking dark wizards and dazzling dark magic stores everywhere.

In fact, the situation in the country as a whole was generally the same.

Due to years of war and poverty, Albania was one of the most chaotic countries in Europe, and its Ministry of Magic also managed territories outside the capital.

This situation had led to a growing influx of fugitives and dark wizards. Robberies and murders occurred from time to time. Chaos and disorder were synonymous with the country.

Albania was like the headquarters of the Dark Wizards in Europe, where you could find any contraband related to dark magic as long as you could pay enough.

Of course, apart from this, the beautiful mountains and forests of this country are really worth visiting, as long as visitors are strong enough to protect themselves.

While watching from the fierce creatures of the forest, one must be alert to wizards with ulterior motives around them; otherwise, they might not realize they are dying before it is too late.

In general, Ivan did not like the place.

It had been three days since he and Sirius had arrived at this dingy little bar, and Dumbledore seemed to have disappeared from sight without leaving a message.

Sirius told Ivan not to worry. Dumbledore must have been caught up in something, so he still didn't go to see them.

With Dumbledore's strength, he had nothing to fear.

Even though he was comforting Ivan, Sirius looked even more upset.

As a little-known pub, the Eagle Bar had several guests recently.

From their appearance, they were mostly dark wizards, proud and rebellious adventurers and desperadoes.

After some research Ivan and Sirius did, it turned out that not long ago, an adventurer had found a relic deep in the nearby forest.

To be more precise, it was a relic left by the ancient centaurs.