I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 114 The Last Time

In the next few days, it was obvious that Irene's condition was getting worse.

Ian has never seen her so vulnerable and helpless, the girl with a strong personality, even the girl who can faint herself in the vegetable garden just to finish her work.

Now, most of the time, I can only lie on the bed, or half lean on the sofa, and I can only move freely for one or two hours a day.

Ian saw Irene, who was leaning on the sofa, opened her eyes and walked forward quickly.

"How do you feel? Drink the potion first."

As he spoke, he unscrewed a bottle of vitality tonic and handed it to Irene's mouth.

However, this time she did not obediently drink the medicine as usual.She just gently held Ian's hand holding the potion, feeling the coldness and slightly rough touch of the palm, and then slowly closed her eyes again, the worry on her brows gradually smoothed away.

Ian looked at the calm and serene Irene. At this moment, he felt that if he didn't take action, there might be only regrets left.

……

Around evening, Erin woke up again.Now there is only half an hour in the evening every day, which is the most energetic time of her day.

Although still very weak, at least they can drink medicine, chat with each other, and have a clear consciousness.

"It can't go on like this anymore, so I think we need to talk." Ian looked at the pale and thin Irene in front of him, and said very seriously.

"Well, I'm listening to what you want to say." Irene looked at him, trying to squeeze a gentle smile on her face.

"Remember? That sentence I told you..."

At this moment, Irene seemed to have returned to that afternoon a few months ago.

"Magic creates miracles." The two spoke in unison again in tacit understanding.

"Yes, so I have to do something. There is another way, which is to transform you into a phoenix. Although the success rate is very small, maybe less than one percent, this is why I have been reluctant to mention it. "

Speaking of this, Ian looked into Irene's eyes seriously.

"But considering your current state, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to talk about it tomorrow. So, are you willing to try it? This is the last way I can think of."

Erin's voice was a little weak, but her eyes were very firm.

"Why don't you try? As you said, I might not last for two days. Even if I fail, it's just two days less of my survival. Besides... our photo album is already full of photos. "

Ian didn't speak any more, got up and went to the room to get the blood potion.Although after his improvement, it is basically harmless to wizards, but Irene is a standard Muggle... The [-]% success rate is just his guess, and it may even be lower.

When he returned with the potion, seeing Irene's expectant expression, he handed the potion to her.

"It's so beautiful..." Irene couldn't help saying as she looked at the bright and bright potion.

Just as she was about to drink it, Ian suddenly grabbed Irene's hand. "Faith! Remember that the power of a wizard comes from faith! Phoenix and I are waiting for you here."

Ian's tone couldn't discern sorrow and joy, it was extremely calm.

Irene tenderly glanced at Phoenix standing on the table, then turned her head and said to Ian, "Actually, I'm very lucky, so you don't need to feel sad for me."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and drank the whole bottle of blood medicine in one gulp.

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In the following time, Ian stayed here quietly.He looked at Irene whose breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, and he probably understood the result. Not everyone is favored by fate...

He had also thought about how sad he would be if Irene couldn't make it through, but when it really came to this moment, he seemed too calm...

He took out the emerald emerald pendant that Irene gave him, and gently put it in the other's hand... Then he turned and walked to the gate, sat on the familiar recliner, and looked at the sky quietly.

Because he could no longer feel the breath of Irene's life, he knew... everything could not be changed.

At this moment, Ian felt like an active volcano that was about to erupt at any moment, but his rationality told him that he couldn't blame anyone...

"Sorrows and joys are normal, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural..." Ian looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and suddenly felt that every piece of snow is a life, and falling from the sky is the whole process of its life...

At this time, I felt the magic power in his body boiling. Ian, who had experienced it once, understood that this was a sign of the reawakening of his blood, but he was not happy at all... He knew very well that this was what Irene bought with her life. his awakening.

Sensitive beings such as wizards only bring great power when they undergo great transformations of mind.

Perhaps, this is just a dream... Ian leaned on the recliner and slowly closed his eyes, not paying any attention to the cold weather and the snowflakes scattered in the sky.

……

And in the room, the patron saint Phoenix had appeared beside Irene at some point. It pulled Irene's arm away with its long beak, just as it was once held in Irene's arms, waiting quietly .

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The night was very cold and also very long.

When the dawn of the next day shone on Ian's face, he opened his eyes, and the blizzard that also lasted for a week also stopped at some point.

Today is a rare sunny day. Looking at the long-lost sun, he said in a low voice, "Look, I guessed right... This snow really didn't last long."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked back to the room. The deceased was gone, and he couldn't let Irene just lie there.

It's just that when he walked into the living room, the scene in front of him made him a little dazed... Irene's figure had long since disappeared, replaced by a blue flame burning slowly in the air.

His phoenix patron saint kept circling the flames...

"Even you can't bear to part with her?" Ian, who had never shed tears, silently shed tears from the corners of his eyes after seeing Phoenix's performance.

He understood that all of this was due to Phoenix, not the success of Irene after drinking the potion.

The Phoenix ignited Irene's body with its own flame, turning her into this ancient ball of immortal fire that could exist forever.

He walked forward, and gently touched the ball of Gublei Immortal Fire with his hands. He didn't feel the scorching heat, only a touch of warmth.

At this moment, Ian completely gave up, and the miracle he was looking forward to did not happen. This is the most ordinary ball of Gubulai Xianhuo.It has no life, no consciousness, even if it is not maintained by the magic power of the phoenix, this flame may soon dissipate.

When he looked away from the flames, the emerald pendant that fell on the ground caught his attention...

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