I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world - #159 - Chapter 159 The Underrated World of HP

Hearing a cold voice coming from behind, Ian turned his head with some difficulty.

“Hermione, I didn’t even notice when you came back.”

“That’s because your mind was focused on the evil witch, and of course you didn’t pay attention to the noise downstairs.”

Although Hermione was smiling gently the whole time, Ian felt that this smile was a bit cold…

“It’s not what you think, I just want to test its limits.” Ian explained dryly. “Besides, don’t you think it’s a little too activated? How did you do it?”

When it came to business, Hermione changed her previous joking expression and said rather helplessly: “I don’t know, it is an accidental product. At the beginning, I only planned to make an alarm clock that would act on its own and tell the time. All the steps were I strictly followed the standards, who knew that something different would appear in the end.”

“I am a clock, not an alternative…” The childish voice just sounded, but before it could finish speaking, it immediately chose to shut up because it saw that Hermione had put her hand next to the wand.

Ian looked at this scene with some amusement. “Magic never lacks chance, but even though it was an accident, it also proved that our previous thinking was correct.”

Hermione nodded in approval. “The ideas are correct. The most important thing is the coordination of magic power, or the injection of energy, but it also has a lot to do with the wizard’s mood.”

Speaking of this, Hermione hesitated for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: “This clock was made after I finished writing the diary. My mind was not on the clock at the time…”

“You mean will?” Ian instantly understood what Hermione meant.

Hermione pondered for a while, and then replied in a very firm tone:

“Yes, to be precise, it is will. It is somewhat similar to the production of potions. Our will is distributed in proportion, part of it is placed on the alchemy items, and part of it is imagined for other things. In short, it is at an appropriate point…”

Then she pointed to the clock on the table and said with some regret: “I can’t guarantee whether I can make another clock like this. The feeling at that time was not easy to copy and difficult to describe…”

“I’m enough. I can help you tell the time. Why do you need another clock?” The clock suddenly made a protesting sound.

“Shut up!” Hermione said like a reflex. “As I said, you are not allowed to say anything else except telling the hour on the hour in front of me.”

Ian ignored the interaction between the clock and Hermione this time, but thought very seriously about the content of what he just said.

About ten minutes passed, during which Hermione was very sensible and did not interfere, and even stopped the clock from chiming with her eyes.

Ian suddenly said in a somewhat ethereal tone: “I roughly understand that whether it is alchemy or magic, whether it is ancient fairies or human wizards, their essence is magic, and the essence of magic is to make your wishes come true… “

In fact, there is one sentence in his heart that he has not expressed, which is his understanding and doubts about the world. Magic, wishes come true – such a powerful power and upper limit, it can still develop into what it is now.

This is no longer the way of playing in Doudizhu with four doubles and two kings. It is exactly like throwing away all the good cards, leaving a pair of mistresses in your hand, and playing them out one by one…

“Thank you, Hermione!” Ian looked at the delicate-faced brown-haired girl in front of him and said his heartfelt thanks.

If it weren’t for Hermione, he would have almost forgotten the Muggle expulsion spell he learned in the History of Magic class, and his first speech in the Transfiguration class, let alone the essence of magic – wishes come true.

Maybe you will still be obsessed with these so-called “high-end knowledge” and continue to study some things that are not available.

It’s funny to say that he also fell into academic misunderstandings.

It is similar to studying a big tree. Instead of exploring the roots of the tree, you aimlessly step on the ladder to count the leaves on the branches. The leaves are constantly reborn and withering, and he may be trapped here for the rest of his life, spending his whole life recording the leaves.

Hermione was also a little baffled by Ian’s sudden behavior.

She looked at those pale golden eyes with some astonishment, especially when Ian was in his serious state, his pupils were beating like real golden flames. Whenever she looked directly at these flames, she felt a little hot and her heart beat faster.

“It’s okay…it’s okay, it happened to me too.” Hermione’s eyes dodge a little, avoiding the golden flames, and then said hesitantly.

“Whether it’s a coincidence or not, I want to thank you.” Ian said sincerely. His gratitude was not groundless, it was real gratitude.

Because just for a moment, it was like lightning piercing the fog. It gave him a new understanding of many things, including the disappearing cabinet and even this wand from the end of the world.

For many research topics, you are not afraid of difficulties, but you are afraid of not having an idea. No matter how hard you work if you don’t have the right idea, it will be in vain. Today, because of Hermione’s words, he had a new research idea.

…

August 30, 1992.

Ian looked at the somewhat dull young man in front of him and smiled: “Mr. Avery, this place will be left to you until the Christmas holiday. From 9 am to 6 pm, there will be a two-hour meal break, and the work will be 7 Hour.”

After seeing the other party nodding, he continued: “You are only responsible for opening the door every day and staying here to sell candies. You don’t need to manage other things. As for the salary, you can go to Old Tom to collect it every week. I have already paid it to him in advance.”

After saying that, Ian handed the key to the candy store door to the other party and left without looking back. He explained everything that needed to be explained clearly, and he also locked the door leading to the second floor, and put all the things inside into the dragon skin pocket and carried it with him.

On the last day of vacation, Ian planned to relax and stopped by Ollivander’s to pick up a custom-made wand.

To be honest, during the entire two-month summer vacation, he found that only the last day was the real vacation life, the kind of relaxed and comfortable life with nothing to do.

…

“Good morning, Mr. Ollivander.”

Ian came to the wand shop again. Facing the always empty shop, he still took the lead to speak out.

“Good morning!” Ollivander’s slightly older voice came from behind the counter. “The wand has been made. You can open it now and try it out. It is 13 inches and the body of the wand is still made of acacia wood.”

After hearing this, Ian opened the box in front of him, and the moment he saw the wand, he felt a sense of familiarity connected by blood. He gently picked up the wand and held it in his hand. This familiar feeling became clearer and clearer. It was like an extension of his own arm, and he could wave it smoothly no matter how he waved it.

“Thank you, Mr. Ollivander. I’m pleased with the wand.”

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