I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Seeing the girl lowering her head and keeping silent, Ian put his hand on the other person's head and gently rubbed the other person's hair like a cat.

Hermione's hair seemed a little fluffy and dry, but when he actually touched it, he found that it was unusually soft. He felt the wonderful touch caused by the friction between his fingertips and the smooth hair, which made him reluctant to put his hands down.

At this time, Hermione looked at him angrily and said unconvinced: "You are just like me, you have just come into contact with magic... Don't comfort me, I know my shortcomings. It's just potions, don't worry. …”

"Yeah, you're right..." Ian didn't care what she said at the moment. Because he discovered something that can relieve stress more than petting a cat, and that is petting...

"Hey! You're almost done. I finally took care of my hair...and, did you listen to what I just said?"

Okay...I won’t touch my fried hair anymore. After hearing this, Ian couldn't help but put his hands down and said somewhat relaxedly:

"Of course I heard it, but don't you think that everyone is born different? They all have their own areas of expertise and talents, such as my talent in potions, and you also have your own. Talent, so there is no need to do useless work in areas that you are not good at.”

After he said this, he regretted it. He shouldn't have mentioned his academic talent in front of Hermione at all. Her personality was too strong.

"Who said I didn't? I just... haven't been serious lately." Sure enough, Hermione retorted unconvinced when she heard Ian's explanation.

Walking side by side with the girl, they walked aimlessly on the path at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Perhaps because Hagrid often takes care of it, this two-meter-wide path is finely paved with cobblestones of various colors. In the yellow and monotonous color after the flowers and plants have withered in winter, this colorful path adds another layer of color to the land. New colors are available.

"Let's go over there and take a rest."

Ian pointed to a boulder not far away and said, because he found that the view here was really good, and he could have a panoramic view of the brightly lit main building of the castle.

He took out his wand and used Transfiguration to turn the two stones into a low bench, and then pulled Hermione to sit down. At the same time, he said with some curiosity: "Are you really not afraid of being caught and deducted points during the curfew?"

It's no wonder that he asked such a question. He knew the girl's character well before. Logically speaking, Hermione wouldn't be so crazy.

"What? Are you afraid? Then let's go back!"

Hermione suddenly became a little angry. As she spoke, she stood up and turned to leave. She felt a little aggrieved. She had taken such a big risk to accompany him, but the other party didn't seem to appreciate it.

Seeing Hermione preparing to leave, Ian quickly held her hand and said fearlessly: "I'm not afraid, even if I stay here tonight, it doesn't matter to me..."

He looked at Hermione who was sitting down again, and then said mysteriously: "Actually, no one can catch us?"

"Oh?" Now it was Hermione's turn to be curious.

"Why do you say that? Your Disillusionment Charm can't stop Filch's cat. It has a very keen sense of smell. I've heard them say that in the common room more than once."

"Come on, let me show you something good." Ian said, pulling out the wand from the lining and raising it to the sky: "Calling God to Guard..."

The Phoenix finally appeared in the world where it was supposed to appear.

"Chirp..." A distant and crisp cry. The phoenix, with its elegant body, silvery body, and sparkling wings spread out, appeared in Hogwarts for the first time. It soared over the Forbidden Forest to its heart's content, ringing crisp and clear sounds from time to time. of tweets.

Hermione looked at the gorgeous and noble phoenix in front of her and couldn't believe her eyes: "Is this a phoenix? I saw a description of the phoenix in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". It belongs to XXXX magical animals. It..."

"Okay, Hermione. This is my patronus. It's not a real phoenix, but it's almost the same as a real phoenix." Ian interrupted the girl's somewhat messy explanation.

"That's why I said that no one can catch us violating school rules, because Phoenix's Apparition is not restricted by the castle. When you want to go back to the dormitory later, I will just ask Phoenix to take you back to the common room."

Ian didn't care at all about others knowing that he had a physical Phoenix Patronus, as he had no intention of doing anything evil.

And even if he does do something, given the current trump card and strength, unless the third bloodline awakener takes the lead, that is, a strong person like Voldemort comes forward. Otherwise, even a small team of Aurors would not be able to touch the hem of his clothes.

What's more important is what Hermione said inadvertently just now - "They are all laughing at me."

Hermione used "them", and she knew without even thinking that it was the Gryffindor girls in the same dormitory or even other grades who were acting strangely.

Therefore, Ian really wanted to use the wings of the phoenix to hit something, or draw something... so he chose to let the phoenix send Hermione back to the common room.

Judging from the speed of information dissemination at Hogwarts, these little gold medal reporters will definitely be able to let all the teachers and students in the school clearly understand everything that happened before tomorrow morning.

Even though he knew it would be discussed by the whole school, he didn't care at all. Just like Hermione didn't care what those girls said, he stood up for Hermione and didn't care what other people said.

"You can touch it." Ian thought, and the phoenix, still flying in the air, appeared next to Hermione in an instant, and at the same time gently touched Hermione's white neck with its slender beak.

The one-meter-long phoenix still looked so big even after folding its wings that Hermione had no choice but to wrap her arms around it to keep it from falling.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it? I remember that the Patron Saint Spell is a very advanced white magic. Patron Saints of magical animals are so rare, but according to the book, the summoned Patron Saints should not have entities... "

Hermione looked at Ian with some confusion.

"Who knows, anyway, magic is not about creating miracles. If magic can be explained in books, then magic will no longer be magic..." Ian shrugged and said indifferently.

In fact, he was also confused about the physical patron saint. After all, Rowling's original work recorded too little, almost just passing by.

And he went to the library and found no records in this regard, so he roughly guessed that it was due to his own uniqueness. After all, the phoenix was successfully summoned in the end of the world, and it was somewhat different from the patron saint recorded in the magic world, which was normal. .

Ian and Hermione sat on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and chatted, telling each other all the interesting things that had happened during this period.

Time passed quietly, surrounded by boundless silence. An occasional breeze blew through the wilderness in winter, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky like a silver ring.

"Hermione, are you cold?"

Only then did Ian notice that the other party was still wearing an autumn pleated skirt. The hem of the skirt was the silk stockings he had given to the other party before, but they were different from the white ones last time. Hermione chose to wear that pair this time. Translucent light black.

"I'm not cold," Hermione said, gathering her skirt up with her hands.

Maybe it was because the physique of wizards was really different from that of Muggles, and he knew that Hermione was telling the truth.

Different from the girl in the previous life who still chose to wear thin clothes in the cold winter, the skin exposed to the air in the winter was frozen with layers of goosebumps visible to the naked eye, and she still forced herself to smile.

At this moment, Ian only saw a pair of smooth and slender calves, wrapped in a layer of black silk stockings, as gorgeous and delicate as works of art. He suddenly thought deeply and thought of something:

"Is it time to buy Hermione autumn and winter cotton socks..."

"Let's go, we should go back. You definitely don't want to be late tomorrow morning because you can't get up." Ian said half-jokingly.

He also had his own thoughts at this moment, mainly because if it was too late, there wouldn't be too many people in the Gryffindor common room, and his plan to slap him in the face would be somewhat overshadowed.

More importantly, he didn't want Hermione to stay here with him in the cold wind in the middle of winter. Even if Hermione was willing, he couldn't bear it. After all, the days were long and there would be more time in the future.

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