I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Suddenly Ian realized that it was not that his pajamas had become shorter, but that he had grown taller.

At the same time, he also understood that each time he traveled seemed to be a moment, but the 30 days he spent on both sides actually consumed his life.

"It's worth it in the short term, but it is indeed a hidden danger in the long run. It seems that I will have to let Eileen put aside other tasks tomorrow and focus on helping me sort out Nico Flamel's information."

Ian was playing with the Philosopher's Stone given by Dumbledore in his hand, while secretly thinking about a solution.

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

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There was no talking all night, and at dawn, it was another sunny morning. Ian woke up and stretched out comfortably.

He got out of bed, opened the curtains, and let the golden sunlight shine on his face. The warm feeling made him couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying the relaxation and tranquility of this moment.

He likes this leisurely life more and more.

There was the sound of water dripping outside, and without even thinking about it, Irene was watering the vegetables planted in the yard again.

He turned around, picked up a thick marker, and wrote the number 153 on the bedside notebook. This was the total time he had experienced since he could travel between two worlds, Hogwarts and the end of the world together—— 153 days.

This was what he had thought about before going to bed last night. In the end of the world, he no longer looked at the calendar. He only needed to accurately record the number of days he spent.

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

Pack up all the books about Nicoléme and the Philosopher'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 something else on his mind, he just chose simple ingredients, simple cooking methods, a portion of white porridge, two fried eggs, and a vegetable salad, simple and simple. It is simple but ensures the nutrition needed by the human body.

I took the time to take a look at the scenery outside the window. In the two months since the completion of this small courtyard, earth-shaking changes have taken place here. 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.

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

Although they look a little yellow and lose their 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 look. .

The temperature in November was already a bit low. After making breakfast, Ian lit the fireplace in the living room and brewed himself a cup of warm black tea in a leisurely manner. After all, habits become natural, and some habits It's really engraved deep in my heart.

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

In short, he has no scruples here, he can play when he wants, sing when he wants, and is not afraid of embarrassment or criticism. Perhaps at this moment he is really relaxed and happy, living like himself and not according to the world's rules. Rules grow.

"I feel like you're a little happy for no reason? Like a child who hasn't grown up yet. Christmas is still a long time away..."

Erin 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 seriously, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"It will still be a while, but it won't affect my singing, right? There are too many surprises in this world. Enjoy the present and don't worry about the future..."

Ian put down the toys in his hands, stood up and faced the other party, and at the same time said: "Let's go and have breakfast together. I have more important things to leave to you later."

Irene replied helplessly after hearing this: "I have just started my previous job, now I have to change my job again?"

"It's not about changing jobs, it's still about sorting out books and information. It's just that I have a more precise goal this time, so I can put aside the previous ones for now."

Ian also feels that the change of day and night is a bit regretful for not living in Eileen, but for now, he only cares about two things, the magic stone and the blood potion. The latter cannot be counted on Eileen, but he is sorting out the biography of the magic stone and Nicolas Flamel. Content, but with her professional counterpart, it can be considered that everyone is giving full play to their talents.

"Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say, and I will listen to you." Irene spread her hands with an indifferent expression on her face.

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

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"That's it. What I need is information about the Philosopher's Stone, as well as the special events in the life of its maker, Nicolas Flamel. You need to consider the specific content. If you think you have made any important discoveries along the way, just tell me directly. I don’t need to wait for everything to be completed before giving it to me all at once.”

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

Erin nodded gently and analyzed calmly: "So many books? Are they just about one person and one thing?"

"Yes, that's why I need your help. I suggest you start with this book." With that, Ian pulled out a two-inch-thick tome "Nicholas" that was placed at the top of the stack of books. "The Legendary Life of Flamel" was handed to the other party.

After explaining the business, he said somewhat relaxedly: "Okay, the rest will be left to you. Now I have to take advantage of the snow to build a greenhouse for the vegetable garden, otherwise a snow will ruin all our efforts during this period." It was reduced to nothing.”

After saying that, Ian turned and walked out of the door. Eileen just watched the other person's leaving figure quietly until he completely disappeared. She lowered her head to stare at the book in her hand and murmured to herself:

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

When Ian came to his vegetable garden, he discovered that for a long time, Erin had only watered without fertilizing, causing all the seedlings to become a little green and yellow. Only the tenacious potato seedlings were still growing vigorously.

"The banker caught him and relied on excrement to make his fortune. This stupid boy is not the material for growing vegetables at first glance..." He could see at a glance that this was completely a sign that the nutrients in the land had been exhausted.

Fortunately, I bought dragon dung in Hogsmeade before, so I went back again and took out all the packed dragon dung. During this period, he saw that Eileen had already started working and was writing something with a focused expression. He also knew enough not to interfere with her.

"This is called professionalism...it's true that there are specializations in the art industry."

Ian was very lucky to have a professional like Irene to help him sort out the information. Otherwise, God knows how long it would have taken him to sort out useful content from so many books.

He picked up the hoe and plowed the ground again and again. Perhaps due to the long-term lack of organic fertilizer, the land had hardened and hardened. In short, every swing of the hoe seemed extremely laborious.

But Ian was working in the fields honestly like a Muggle. At this moment, he didn't want to use magic, he just wanted to do such simple and unpretentious work.

"If nothing changes, in this broken world, maybe it will be my lifelong dream to own such a manor where I can live and settle down. From now on, I will live here, work here, and finally sleep here..."

I don’t know how long it took, but Ian finally stopped wielding the hoe. At this moment, he was like a real farmer, sitting on the ground with his farm tools beside him and a kettle in his hand.

A man just looked at this small vegetable garden silently. The warm sunshine in early winter shone its tenderness, warming the only remaining creatures on this land. At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything was so beautiful.

When I opened the bag containing dragon dung, there was no pungent smell. It was similar to the pellet feed in the previous life, dry and loose.

He grabbed a handful and spread it evenly on the plowed land. The 400-square-meter vegetable garden only used less than half of the dragon dung. He tied the rest of the bag and then walked to the side to wash his hands. See the fruits of your labor.

Dragon dung had just been sprinkled on it, so no changes could be seen with the naked eye. However, thanks to the wizard's keen perception, Ian could clearly feel the difference. In this small vegetable garden, all the vegetation seedlings showed signs of change at this moment. A kind of thriving vitality.

"Life, creatures, and all the secrets behind life, perhaps the most fundamental one is vitality. Life is everywhere..."

Ian was very moved. The weak vitality exuded by the vegetation in the 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 magnificent...

"The wind should be free, soaring in the endless sky. The rain should be free and easy, washing away all the dust in the world..." Ian said softly what he was thinking for no reason.

Feeling blessed, he subconsciously pulled out the wand from the lining and pointed upwards at the sky. "Calling God to Protect..."

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