I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 73

Suddenly, Ian realized that it wasn't that the pajama pants had become shorter, but that he had developed himself and grown taller as a whole.

At the same time, I also understand that each time travel seems to be a momentary ratio, but the 30 days he stayed on both sides actually consumed his life.

"It can be consumed in a short time, but it is indeed a hidden danger in the long run. It seems that tomorrow I have to let Irene put down other tasks and focus on helping me sort out Nicole Flamel's information."

While playing with the Philosopher's Stone gifted by Dumbledore, Ian secretly thought of a solution.

After all, Irene has a master's degree in information management and has a specialization in the field. Let the other party sort out and select the key points of the books, and he can look them up one by one. This will undoubtedly greatly improve the learning efficiency.

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There was nothing to say all night, and when dawn broke, it was another sunny morning. Ian woke up and stretched comfortably.

He got out of bed, opened the curtains, and let the golden sunlight shine on his face. He felt so warm that he couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying the relaxation and tranquility of this moment.

He is more and more fond of such a leisurely life.

There was the sound of water dripping outside, and I knew without thinking that Irene was watering the vegetables planted in the yard again.

He turned around, picked up a thick marker pen, and wrote down the number 153 in the bedside notebook. This is the total time he has experienced since he was able to cross the two worlds, Hogwarts and the end of the world - 153 days.

This is what he thought about before going to bed last night. He no longer looks at the calendar in the last days, he just needs to accurately record the number of days he has passed.

As usual, Ian brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his clothes, and after grooming, dressed, he opened the door to the living room, and then entered the backpack space.

Pack and sort out all the books about Nicolas and the Sorcerer's Stone, including but not limited to biographies, unofficial histories, and various rumors and legends. There are about 100 books in total.

After doing all this, he chose to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Because he had things in his heart, he only chose simple ingredients and simple cooking methods, one serving of porridge, two fried eggs, and a vegetable salad, simple and simple. Simple but guarantee the nutrition needed by the human body.

I took the time to glance at the scenery outside the window. Since the completion of this small courtyard, earth-shaking changes have taken place here in two months. Most of the space outside the wall has been completely occupied by various plants, and only A narrow passage at the lower gate is holding on tenaciously.

In the space in the yard, various vegetables are planted, and there are some flowers and plants dotted around it.

Although it looks a bit withered and yellow and loses vitality, Irene still manages them very neatly. It seems that she has read those gardening books very seriously. After all, it is really not easy to prune vegetables into a garden-like feeling. .

The temperature in November was already a little low. After breakfast, Ian lit the fireplace in the living room, and at the same time brewed a cup of warm black tea for himself calmly. It is really engraved deep in my heart.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells..." While humming a song, she sat on the sofa and fiddled with a sailboat model that she had bought for zero yuan in the mall.

In short, he has no scruples here, he can play as he wants, sing as he wants, he is not afraid of embarrassment or criticism, maybe at this moment he is really relaxed and happy, and he lives like himself, not according to the world. Rules grow.

"It feels like you are inexplicably happy? Like a child who hasn't grown up, Christmas is still a while away..."

Irene had just finished watering the vegetables outside, and as soon as she walked into the living room, she heard Ian humming a familiar tune. At the same time, she saw him playing with those toys in a serious manner, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"It's still a while, but it doesn't affect my singing, does it? There are too many surprises in this world, enjoy the present, don't worry about the future..."

Ian put down the toy in his hand, got up to face the other party, and said at the same time: "Let's go, let's have breakfast together, and I have more important things for you later."

Irene replied helplessly after hearing the words: "I just started my previous job, so I'm going to change jobs again?"

"It's not changing jobs, it's still sorting out book information, but this time there are more precise goals, and the previous ones can be temporarily put down."

Ian also felt sorry for living in Irene, but for now, there are only two things he cares about, the Philosopher's Stone and the Blood Potion. The content, but it matches her professionally, it can be regarded as the best of her talents.

"Okay, you're the boss, you have the final say, and I'll listen to you." Irene spread her hands with an expression of indifference.

Ian suddenly felt that he was very lucky. There are two types of tenderness in girls, one is the tenderness that is pampered by family and love, and the other is the tenderness that is precipitated after experiencing the world.But he met them all. The former is as innocent and lovely as Hermione, and the latter is as obedient and obedient as Irene.

……

"That's it. What I need is information about the Philosopher's Stone and the special events in the life of its maker Nicolas May. The specific content needs to be considered by you. If you think there are any important discoveries along the way, please tell me directly. I, don’t need to wait for everything to be completed before giving it to me all at once.”

After breakfast, Ian pointed to a pile of books on the table in the living room, and told Irene to let her understand the focus of this mission.

Irene nodded gently, and calmly analyzed: "So many books? Just about one person and one thing?"

"Yes, that's why I need your help. I suggest you start with this book." As he spoke, Ian took out a two-inch thick tome "Nee The Legendary Life of Ke Flamel" was handed to the other party.

After explaining the business, he said with some ease: "Okay, I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to build a greenhouse for the vegetable garden before it snows, otherwise the snow will ruin our hard work during this time." vanished into nothingness."

After finishing speaking, Ian turned around and walked out the door. Irene just watched the other person's leaving figure quietly until it disappeared completely. Then she lowered her head and stared at the book in her hand, muttering to herself:

"Even if it's just a little bit, as long as it can help you, even though I don't have much time left..."

When Ian came to his vegetable garden, he found out that for a long time, Irene only watered and did not fertilize, which caused all the seedlings to be a little green and yellow, and only the tenacious potato seedlings were still thriving.

"Once the farmer catches him, he's relying entirely on dung to manage his family. This silly boy, at first glance, is not suitable for growing vegetables..." He could tell at a glance that this was a sign that the nutrients in the land had been exhausted.

Fortunately, Hogsmeade had bought dragon dung before, and turned back again to take out all the packed dragon dung.During the period, seeing that Irene had already started working and was writing something with a focused expression, he was also very interested in not disturbing the other party.

"It's called a profession... It's true that there is a specialization in the art industry."

Ian is very fortunate to have a professional like Irene to help him sort out the information, otherwise God knows how long it would take him to sort out useful content by himself with so many books.

Picking up the hoe and plowing in the field, perhaps due to the long-term lack of organic fertilizer, the land has hardened and hardened. In short, every swing of the hoe is extremely laborious.

But Ian, like a Muggle, worked honestly in the field. At this moment, he didn't want to use magic, he just wanted to do simple and unadorned labor.

"If nothing has changed, in this dilapidated world, perhaps it would be my lifelong dream to own such a manor where I can settle down. I will live here, work here, and finally sleep here..."

I don't know how long it took before Ian finally stopped waving the hoe. He was sitting on the ground like a real farmer, with his farm tools beside him and a water bottle in his hand.

A person just silently looked at this small vegetable garden. The warm sun of early winter sprinkled its tenderness and warmed the only remaining creatures on this land. At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything was so beautiful.

Untie the bag of dragon feces, there is no pungent smell, similar to the pellet feed in the previous life, dry and loose.

Grab a handful and spread it evenly on the plowed land. The vegetable garden of more than 400 square meters has only used less than half of the dragon manure. After binding the rest of the bag, Ian went to the side to wash his hands. Check out the fruits of your labor.

It was just sprinkled with dragon dung, so no changes could be seen with the naked eye, but thanks to the wizard's keen perception ability, Ian clearly felt the difference. In this small vegetable garden, all the vegetation and seedlings were revealed at this moment. A thriving vitality.

"Life, creatures, and all the secrets behind life, perhaps the most fundamental thing is - vitality. Vitality can be seen everywhere..."

Ian was very moved. The faint vitality exuded by the vegetation in this garden made him a little intoxicated for a while. The will of the plants to follow the instinct of life, the vitality that abides by the laws of nature, is both pure and grand...

"If it's the wind, it should be free, soaring in the endless sky. If it's the rain, it should be free and easy, washing away all the dust in the world..." Ian whispered what he thought in his heart for no reason.

With Fulin's heart in his heart, he subconsciously pulled out the magic wand in the inner lining, pointed upwards and pointed towards the sky. "Call God to protect..."

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