I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

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When Hermione was all close to him, Ian suddenly smelled waves of girlish fragrance. Different from the smell of perfume, the smell emanating from Hermione was like the light morning breeze and lingering aftertaste of orchids in bloom. The long fragrance makes people feel comfortable and fresh.

This smell fascinated him, but now was obviously not the time to savor it. After all, there was only so much time to come. Looking at Hermione's expectant eyes, Ian pretended to be mysterious and said:

"Do you know about divination?"

Hermione shook her head subconsciously, but suddenly paused and said with some uncertainty: "Are you talking about the divination class in the third grade?"

"Yes, but this is a class that places great emphasis on talent, and I happen to have some talent..." As soon as talent was mentioned, Hermione's expression immediately wanted to refute, and Ian quickly changed the content:

"Listen to me. What I want to say is that Harry has his own destiny. I hope you can try not to get involved in his affairs in the future. Although you are friends, if you are willing, you can help him with advice. Okay, don’t get involved..."

Ian looked at Hermione with deep eyes, and then said cautiously: "Magic is a fairy tale, but it is not all a fairy tale. There is me, a professor, and a principal in the school, but what about you returning to the Muggle world? For yourself and for Family, okay?”

Perhaps it was because Ian's eyes were more powerful in his serious state. Anyway, Hermione was a little restless by this sudden gaze, and a visible blush quickly spread across her cheeks.

Hermione nodded slightly and said in an extremely subtle voice: "I understand. Then can't you go home with me... Our house is very big anyway..."

"What did you say?" Ian was very pleased when he saw Hermione nodding. However, the voice behind the words was too soft and it was too hard on people's hearing. He had no choice but to ask one more question.

"I said I knew it!"

Ian heard it clearly this time, but he was greeted with a girlish eye roll.

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The camping picnic lasted until 11 o'clock. If there were no classes in the afternoon, Ian estimated that they could stay here all day, because the atmosphere was really good and made each other feel relaxed.

"Maybe this is what is called not getting tired of getting along..." He thought silently.

Magic is really convenient. After camping, the overturned lawn and some food residues only need a simple cleaning spell and a repair spell to make them look as good as before.

After packing everything, he and Hermione walked side by side on the path they came from. However, before the two of them reached the castle gate, Ian's keen eyes had already noticed two sneaky figures.

"It seems like your two friends have something urgent to do with you." Ian said teasingly. At the same time, he motioned Hermione with his hand to look not far away, where the savior and his followers were looking left and right.

After hearing this, Hermione looked back, and sure enough, Harry and Ron were standing stupidly in the corner, winking at her, helplessly covering his forehead with his hands, and said with some dejection: "Then I'll go over first. Come on, let’s see what trouble they got into again.”

Ian suppressed laughter at this and just nodded. After what happened yesterday, it was obvious that the relationship between Hermione and them had somewhat eased.

Ian had no intention of interfering with this. He had said everything he needed to say just now, and Hermione obviously listened to it. That was enough. Therefore, he was unwilling to interfere with any of Hermione's actions. After all, everyone had their own world, and no one was anyone's accessory.

"The wrong person will only teach you how to grow up; but the right person will always accompany you to grow up. I really don't want to restrict your freedom..."

After watching Hermione leave, Ian felt a little bored and went straight back to the Ravenclaw dormitory.

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Time passed quietly in an orderly manner. After the last lawn picnic, more than ten days passed by in a blink of an eye, and the days quietly entered the last month of the year - December.

At the same time, the little wizards at Hogwarts were visibly agitated, not for anything else but because the most anticipated holiday of the year, Christmas and its holidays, was about to come.

Because Ian has his own study plan and is still following up on Snape's dragon blood research, unlike other young wizards who live like years, he always feels that time passes a little too fast.

Close the book in your hand, silently walk to the window, staring at the blue and deep sky outside the window, broad, infinite, quiet, sublime...

For a moment, Ian seemed to really understand Rowena Ravenclaw's lifelong persistence and pursuit. At this time, the other person's peaceful face seemed to appear in the distant horizon. Their eyes seemed to have traveled through thousands of years of time and space, and met at this moment. Together, they look at each other and smile lightly.

"You and I are both lonely, but in different ways. It's time to go to the library to change a batch of books..."

Ian silently looked at the countdown timer 58:07:32 in his mind...

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One morning two days later, as the last second of the countdown reached zero, Ian's figure slowly disappeared into the bed curtains.

At the same time, his figure gradually emerged in the apocalyptic room.

"You must wake up from a dream, and all your dreams are empty." He lowered his head and looked at the wand in his hand and the infinitely extending backpack at his feet. Every time he traveled through time, it always gave him an unreal sense of illusion, and he couldn't help but read out Two famous quotes from the past.

Because time is constant, corresponding to early morning at Hogwarts, it is evening at the end of the world.

Ian quietly put the infinitely extending backpack back into the living room, opened the entrance to the space, and then returned to his room.

Looking at the quiet night sky with bright moonlight and sparse stars, a fragment suddenly flashed through Ian's mind, including the part about the old demon from Montenegro in Master Xing's talk about Journey to the West in his previous life, and a funny dialogue by Tang Seng: "I just finished sleeping over there in India. Sleeping again now? Jet lag, brother."

Thinking of this, Ian laughed out loud stupidly. Unlike in Hogwarts, he was very relaxed and free in the apocalypse, or he lived very real.

Laugh as much as you want and play as crazy as you want. For other survivors, this is a struggle at the end of the world, but this is Ian's free space to break free.

"Huh? I didn't remember that these were a pair of 9-point pants..." Just as Ian was putting on his pajamas and getting ready to lie down on the bed, he suddenly discovered that his pajamas seemed to be a bit too short.

"Aparecium!"

Ian subconsciously cast the Appearance Spell to prevent anyone from playing pranks on him. After releasing it, he realized that this was his home in the apocalypse. He couldn't help but put down his wand and covered his forehead with his hands.

"Hey, this is becoming a persecution paranoia... There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me. But why did it suddenly become two inches shorter... Forget it, I will find a new one tomorrow."

Just when Ian was about to give up thinking, he accidentally glanced at the calendar on the wall: "It's December 5th, huh? The 5th?"

A bolt of lightning flashed across, instantly tearing apart the fog, and he suddenly understood what the problem was.

"Double time, double consumption, I should have thought of it earlier... Destiny has already secretly marked a price on everything..."

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