I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 159 The Underrated World of HP

Hearing a cold voice behind him, Ian turned his head with some difficulty.

"Hermione, I didn't even notice when you came back."

"That's because you were so focused on the Wicked Witch, of course you didn't pay attention to the noise downstairs."

Although Hermione was smiling gently the whole time, Ian felt that the smile was a bit cold...

"It's not what you think, I just want to try its limit." Ian explained dryly. "Also, don't you think it's a little too active? How did you do it?"

When it came to business, Hermione changed her previous joking expression, and said helplessly: "I don't know, it's just an accidental product. I only planned to make an alarm clock that could act on its own and tell the time. All the steps are Strictly follow the standard, who knows that there will be such an alternative in the end."

"I'm a clock, not something else..." The immature voice just rang out, but it immediately chose to shut up before it finished speaking, because it saw that Hermione had put her hand by the wand.

Ian watched this scene with some amusement. "Magic never lacks accidents, but even though it is an accident, it also proves that our previous thinking is correct."

Hermione nodded in approval. "The thinking is correct. The most important thing is the coordination of magic power, or the injection of energy, but it also has a lot to do with the mood of the wizard."

Speaking of this, Hermione hesitated for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "I made this clock after I finished writing the diary. At that time, my mind was not on the clock..."

"You mean will?" Ian instantly understood what Hermione meant.

Hermione pondered for a while, and then replied with a very firm tone:

"Yes, to be precise, it is will. It is a bit like making potions. We distribute our will in proportion, part of it is placed on alchemy items, and part of it is imagining other things. In short, it is at an appropriate point..."

Then she pointed to the clock on the table, and said with some regret: "I can't guarantee that I can make another clock like this now. The feeling at that time was not easy to copy, and it was difficult to describe..."

"It's enough to have me, I can tell the time for you, why do you need another clock?" The clock suddenly protested.

"Shut up!" Hermione said reflexively. "As I said, you are not allowed to say anything in front of me except tell the time on the hour."

Ian ignored the interaction between the clock and Hermione this time, but thought very seriously about what he said just now.

About ten minutes passed, during which Hermione was very sensible and did not make any noise, and even stopped the clock from telling the time with her eyes.

Ian suddenly said in a somewhat ethereal tone: "I probably understand that whether it is alchemy or magic spells, whether it is ancient goblins or human wizards, their essence is magic, and the essence of magic is to make wishes come true... "

In fact, there is still a word in his heart that he has not expressed, which is his understanding and doubts about this world.Magic, all wishes come true - such a powerful power and upper limit, it will develop into the ghost it is now.

This is no longer Doudizhu's play style of four, second, and two kings. It is completely a pair of small threes left in the hand after all the good cards are thrown away, and they are separated one by one...

"Thank you, Hermione!" Ian looked at the delicate brown-haired girl in front of him, and said thank you sincerely.

If it wasn't for Hermione, he would probably have almost forgotten the Muggle Repelling Curse he learned in History of Magic class, and his first speech in Transfiguration class, let alone the essence of magic—whatever you want.

Maybe you will still be obsessed with these so-called "high-end knowledge" and continue to study some things that are not there.

It's funny to say that he also fell into an academic misunderstanding.

It is similar to studying a big tree, instead of exploring the root of the big tree, stepping on the ladder aimlessly to count the leaves on the branches.The leaves are constantly growing and dying, and he may be trapped here all his life, spending his whole life to record the leaves.

Hermione was also a little baffled by Ian's sudden move.

She looked at those pale golden eyes with some astonishment, especially when Ian was serious, his pupils were beating like real golden flames.And every time she looked directly at these flames, it made her feel hot and her heart beat faster.

"It's okay...it's okay, I happened to happen too." Hermione avoided the golden flame, and then said with some faltering.

"Whether it's a coincidence or not, I want to thank you." Ian said sincerely.His thanks are not groundless, but real thanks.

Because just for a moment, it was like lightning piercing through the fog.Let him have a new understanding of many things, including the disappearing cabinet, and even this magic wand from the end of the world.

Many research topics are not afraid of difficulties, but they are afraid of lack of ideas. If the ideas are wrong, no matter how hard you try, you will be blind.Today, because of Hermione's words, he has a new research idea.

……

1992 8 Month 30 Day.

Ian looked at the somewhat dull young man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Avery, I will leave this place to you until the Christmas holiday. From 9:6 am to 7:[-] pm, there will be two hours for lunch in the middle, and [-] hours of work. Hour."

After seeing the other party nodding, he went on to say: "You are only responsible for opening the door every day, and then stay here to sell candies. You don't need to manage other things. As for the salary, you go to Old Tom to collect it every week. I have already paid him in advance."

After speaking, Ian handed over the key to the door of the candy store to the other party, and left without looking back.He explained everything that should be explained clearly, and he also locked the door leading to the second floor, and put all the things inside into the dragon leather pocket to carry with him.

On the last day of the holiday, Ian planned to relax and stop by Ollivander to pick up a custom-made wand.

To be honest, during the entire two-month summer vacation, he found that only the last day was the real holiday life, the kind of relaxed and comfortable life with nothing to do.

……

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander."

Ian came to the wand shop again, facing the always empty shop, he was still the first to speak out.

"Good morning!" Ollivander's slightly aged voice came from behind the counter. "The wand has been made. Now you can open it and try the feeling. It is 13 inches, and the body is still acacia wood."

Hearing this, Ian opened the box in front of him, and the moment he saw the wand, he felt a sense of familiarity connected by blood.Gently picked up the magic wand, and after holding it in my hand, this familiarity became more and more clear, like an extension of my own arm, how to swing it smoothly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander. I am very pleased with the wand."

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