I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 282 Return to the rhythm of daily life

"Professor Snape, I don't aspire to be a saint or a savior who is admired by others, but I want to be the owner of that shoe store and help as many people as possible."

"Whether it's Muggles or wizards, they are innocent people under their fate. So, I want to do something..."

After Ian finished speaking, he remained silent, waiting for Snape's decision.

There were only two weak breathing sounds left in the spacious Potions office.

In fact, Ian knew very well that he could tell some stories that were more sympathetic to Snape, which was not difficult for him. However, after thinking deeply, he still refused to do so. This was not only due to conscience and utilitarianism.

It's more because Snape himself, as the Dean of Slytherin and the Potions Professor of Hogwarts, is definitely not a fool. Anyone who underestimates Snape will eventually pay for their own underestimates. cost.

Using Lily's empathy?Based on Muggles and half-blood wizards?

Was Snape really an intelligent NPC who couldn't think?

Just as Ian's thoughts were wandering, Snape took out a brand new piece of parchment from the table.

"Write down all the information you know in full and in detail! I don't think I need to tell you how to do this, right?"

"Ha, of course!" Ian quickly took the parchment. "Don't worry, I know how to write it, but I don't have a test sample yet, and that's the real problem."

"Don't use your poor brain to think about potions!" Snape said expressionlessly.

Ian was not annoyed when he heard this. For him, this was a familiar smell, and Snape was still as vicious as ever.

"Effect: Isolate parasitic infection. Target: Muggles. Known information:..."

The parchment was quickly recorded, and all kinds of information were densely packed on the paper. One parchment was not enough, so I picked up another one from the table.

Not only the known information, he also wrote down a lot of his conjectures, and he even listed in detail the information about brewing fungi potions in the apocalypse.

After half an hour.

Snape looked at the small pile of parchment on the table, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

"I just want the details, not my own conjecture."

Faced with Snape's denial, Ian also promptly added: "Professor Snape, this is not an unfounded conjecture. Many of it are the results of my practice."

This is absolutely true. Potions brewed in the apocalypse can all contain information about fungi based on their effects.

On this point, Snape, as the master of potions, is also aware of this, but he just doesn't like to make his own decisions and criticize subconsciously.

"If you have nothing to do, just go out!"

Knowing Snape's nature well, Ian turned and walked towards the door without saying anything.

When he was about to leave, Snape's voice came from behind again: "Come here every Wednesday night from now on!"

The departure paused for a moment.

"I must be punctual!"

……

In the days that followed, Ian returned to his usual peaceful pace of life.

In the library, dormitory, and Snape's office every Wednesday, everything is being implemented steadily.

Time passed slowly, and the beginning of October was getting closer and closer, and the entire Hogwarts was filled with an impetuous atmosphere.

For no other reason than the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.

After more than 100 years, Europe held the Triwizard Tournament for the first time, and Hogwarts was honored to be the host.

<divclass="contentadv">As the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall felt unprecedented pressure, especially when Dumbledore disappeared from time to time, which magnified the pressure several times.

"Please, please do a good job and put away that damn doll. Do you have to make a mess in the corridor? Can't you go back to the dormitory to play?"

"Remind me again and again, perfunctory again and again, and let me see someone making trouble in the corridor. Unless you graduate, you can't even touch those dolls in Hogwarts."

Seeing everyone disperse in shock, Professor McGonagall's mood did not improve. She knew that these little wizards had only changed on the surface. They turned their heads away from her and continued to go their own way.

But she doesn't have any good solutions for this, and she can't use students as the target of catharsis.

But fate is so clever. At this moment, another figure more suitable for catharsis appeared in the corridor.

"Filch! I want you to do your duty! Instead of wandering around the castle all day, wiping your wand."

The roaring sound made Filch, who had just turned the corner, feel a little dazed and couldn't figure out how he had provoked the other party.

"Um...Professor McGonagall, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, and after yelling, she gradually regained her composure.

"It's less than a week. I hope you can pay more attention during this period and focus on the students' appearance. I give you the right. If you find problems, you can directly put them in confinement. The premise is that you really find problems."

After coming back to his senses, Filch also understood the problem. He was most likely being used as a punching bag, but he was not angry about it. Professor McGonagall was one of the few people who respected him except Dumbledore.

"Don't worry, I will increase the number of patrols during this period."

After seeing Filch's heartfelt promise, Professor McGonagall couldn't say anything more. She also didn't want to get angry at the innocent Filch.

This is just an episode in the castle.

In Hogwarts, a castle like a town, different episodes happen all the time.

Just like the astronomical tower at this moment.

During the day, there were two more figures in the attic that should have been empty.

Hermione was sitting on the tower, holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. Suddenly she stared at the sky with wide eyes, and the crystal snowflakes were slowly falling.

Then she turned to look at Ian, pursed her lips, and said with a smile on her face: "Ian, it's snowing!"

"Yeah, it's snowing!" Ian looked sideways at Hermione and asked, "Are you cold?"

Hermione shook her head.

The next moment, a snowball the size of a quail egg flew towards her.

The snowball was very soft, but under Ian's precise control with magic, the snowball drew a parabola and landed right on Hermione's forehead.

"Yeah!" Hermione first looked at the snowball on her forehead in confusion, and then after confirming that there was no third party on the astronomy tower, she locked on the 'murderer'

"You're done!" Hermione looked around, but it had just started snowing, and there wasn't much snow for her to grab. After working for a long time, she could only turn it into a snow pimple no bigger than a walnut.

Looking at the snowball in her hand, Hermione didn't throw it out immediately. She hesitated. It was obvious that she knew that if she didn't hit the ball when she was short of ammunition, she wouldn't have another one in a short time.

But Hermione didn't know that her hesitant and confused look was extremely cute to Ian.

It's a little late today. My friend is moving, and Xiaodi also went to help. I didn't get home until after 7pm. Sorry, sorry!Xiao Di knows that she is a little wet today. This is the last time and she won’t do it again... Please forgive me~