I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Time passed carelessly like this, and this class was coming to an end. Ian also took the time to look at the potions brewed by others. Most of them were passable. Occasionally, a few inferior potions just failed to brew, not ACCIDENT.

At this moment, Ian was extremely glad that he was not sorted into Gryffindor, otherwise a Potions class would not be complete without a few unexpected episodes.

After the bell rang, unlike the Charms class just now, Ian was not in a hurry to leave this time. Instead, he pretended to organize the textbooks and waited for everyone else to leave before coming to Snape.

The reason why he did this was entirely because of the message that Snape conveyed with his eyes when class was over. It was obvious that he had something to say to him.

After getting along for a long time, he fully understood the professor's character. He was arrogant and withdrawn. He could express with eyes but not with words. He could say three words but never four.

"Professor Snape, good afternoon!" After Ian said this, he stayed aside quietly.

After a few seconds of silence, Snape said calmly in his unchanging tone: "I have something to do this Wednesday, so the time has been adjusted to tonight."

"I understand, Professor, thank you for your teaching." Ian also responded kindly.

Ian felt the kindness of the other party. Although there were only two short sentences, it was a sign of recognition by the other party that Snape, who was obviously aloof, came to him to explain the situation.

If nothing happens, don't wait too long. This is the rule that Ian summed up when getting along with Snape: talk about things when they have something to do, and don't bother about anything else. After confirming that Snape had no other instructions, he bowed slightly and left the Potions classroom.

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After going to the auditorium for a brief lunch, Ian returned to his dormitory. Compared to other people's more reasonable class schedules, his whole class schedule seemed a bit different due to the change of the Charms class to the third grade.

The most intuitive thing is that today, when I am busy, I am very busy. I have two big classes in the morning. When I am free, I am very busy. There are no classes scheduled for the whole afternoon.

After returning to the dormitory, Ian also chose to take a nap first. After all, habits formed over the years are not easy to change.

But before that, he planned to write a letter first. Ever since he bought the cute gray owl at the Owl Post Office, he had yet to let it deliver a letter.

He still remembered a sentence he had read in a forum in his previous life. If he did not send an owl to send a letter to the HP world, then it would not be considered a true time travel.

Ian also agrees with this, because the whole story begins with the enchanted letter delivered by the owl, and then this fantasy road of finding love slowly begins.

As for who to send it to, Ian already had a target in mind, Miss Hermione Granger, the know-it-all. The content was to invite the other party to study Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Notes together.

Although he had thoroughly understood the contents of the notes, he still wanted to ask Hermione to study with him before returning them to Professor McGonagall, as a favor. I also took this opportunity to chat with Hermione and gave her the two pairs of silk socks I bought in Hogsmeade.

I have to say that magic is magical. Unlike a copy of a Muggle book, those magic notes written by powerful wizards often contain magical magic.

The most fundamental function of this magic is to make it easier and more intuitive for people who read the notes to understand what the author wants to convey.

This is why some black magic books in the restricted book section of the library always emit demonic whispers to lure wizards to read them. The same reason applies.

This once again proves the powerful heritage of Hogwarts, because the books collected in the library are all original works by the authors, with powerful magical books attached. Compared with those books copied and printed by publishers, they are essentially different the difference.

Although based on the normal flow of time, Ian and Hermione had only met two days ago. But he had actually been away from her for a long time. After a whole month of living in the apocalypse, he missed this proud and lovely little girl.

Blow dry the ink on the parchment paper, seal it, and say hello to Lilies, who has been waiting for a long time.

Yes, this was the name Ian gave to his owl, the gray owl. He didn't mean to make a prank on Snape, he just thought it sounded good.

Miraculously, owls in the magical world seem to be able to understand their master's thoughts. When he started to write a letter, this owl, which was kept in the dormitory and usually only knows how to sleep, flew to Ian's side obediently and waited for the master. Give him tasks.

Ian tied up the letter and watched Lily leave before he lay down on the bed, ready to have a good sleep.

At this moment, he felt more and more that the advantage of this era was the slow and peaceful pace of life. If you want to communicate with each other, okay, then just send a letter, and then you don’t have to think about anything, just wait for the other party’s reply with peace of mind.

While there is no convenient communication like in the previous life, there is also less annoying impetuousness.

Ian knows this very well. Once upon a time, he also sent messages to the girls he liked, and then tossed and turned, waiting for the other party's reply. That feeling of restlessness was really uncomfortable.

Even though I know that there will be a voice prompt after the other party replies to the message, I still choose to pick up my phone and check it every 30 seconds or even less. If the other party does not reply to the message within half an hour, I will even make various assumptions.

In short, the whole person's mind will be bound by that small box, and there will be no time for anything else.

"In the past, carriages and horses were very slow, and letters were far away... The locks in the past were also beautiful..."

Ian just hummed Mr. Mu Xin's poems alone and fell asleep slowly.

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This sleep lasted for nearly three hours. When the sun shifted a certain distance from the central meridian, Ian woke up slowly.

Lily also obediently came back with the letter and squatted on the shelf that belonged to it. She did not disturb Ian's lunch break. After seeing him wake up, she flopped to the bedside and stretched out her left leg with the letter tied to it.

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