Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 136 Letter

Ike's suitcase is very organized, and he has hung a door number on the door of each separated room.

Hermione passed the potions room, alchemy room, lounge and two laboratories, and stopped outside the study.

When I opened the door, I felt a sense of oppression. Ike waved his magic wand, and a white light flashed by, and the feeling disappeared.

The four walls are covered with bookshelves, filled with all kinds of magic books, all written in Ike's handwriting.

For a whole year, he has been copying books in the forbidden book area. Most of the books inside are unable to be copied by copying spells, so Ike can only adopt this most primitive method.

The effect is still impressive. He has already copied 70% of the books in it, and the rest will probably be completed in a few months.

Of course, the premise is that he can still get the time turner, so don't worry too much about this.

"These... are from the restricted book section?" Hermione pulled out a book and recognized its origin at a glance.

"Yes, but that's not the most important thing." Ike led Hermione to the desk and spread out the parchment that had been rolled up on it.

"This is what I really want you to see, the most precious of all books - the Ravenclaw Manuscript."

"Oh my god! There is such a thing!" Hermione didn't expect it at all.

"The Big Four have all left precious legacies to Hogwarts. The Sword of Gryffindor, the Crown of Ravenclaw, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and the Slytherin Locket are the most well-known, but apart from these,

They should have left behind a legacy about their magic."

"Actually speaking, Professor Flitwick pointed this out to me, and it was hidden in the Room of Requirement."

"So, this is why your grades are better than mine?" Hermione punched Ike on the shoulder, "So, can I watch?"

"Of course, you can read everything in it at will."

"Actually, you can drag the box to your room, as long as you return it to me before school starts." Ike spread his hands and shrugged.

"Okay." Hermione nodded, "Then Mr. Strider, please leave 'my' suitcase. I want to take it back to my room."

"To be honest, I can't wait!"

"Relax, the holiday is still long, you have enough time."

The two came out of the suitcase and chatted for a while, then they heard Mrs. Granger's urging, and it turned out that it was already noon before they knew it.

When we got into Mr. Granger's car again, the atmosphere was much better than before. With Mrs. Granger sitting in the car, everyone was talking and laughing, and even told some interesting stories about Hermione's childhood, which caused Ike to be beaten again and again.

A few times.

I didn't choose a restaurant that was too high-end, but it was pretty good, and the dishes were exquisite and delicious.

This was the first time that Ike had eaten such delicious food outside of Hogwarts, which was a bit unexpected. When he was in the orphanage, he had never eaten in an outside restaurant.

After the meal, the Grangers took Hermione and Ike to visit some of London's most famous attractions. There were still a lot of people, and the tourist season was always like this, so the experience was still a little bit poor.

But Ike is already very satisfied.

At about four o'clock, we returned home. Mrs. Granger kicked the two little ones upstairs, and she got busy in the kitchen. Around seven o'clock, the long table was filled with a dinner that was not inferior to noon.

It's full of food, and there's even a dish that's only made at Christmas every year. It's a secret that's been passed down from generation to generation in the Granger family.

In front of Xu Shi's delicious food, Mr. Granger seemed to be in a very good mood, chatting and laughing, and even told stories he had kept at the party.

Hermione said this quietly after dinner. She didn't know how many times she had heard it, but every time she had to act like it was the first time she heard it.

But in Ike's opinion, it was a very good story. Ignoring the exaggerations, it could still be considered a legend. It is true that very few people can defeat seven or eight savage fans of opposing teams head-on.

Well... considering the fighting ability of British football fans, it is actually not that "legendary".

In the next few days, because the Grangers still had to work, Hermione took Ike to visit London. The other attractions were basically just a quick tour, but the two of them had a good time at the British Museum.

suffered.

Perhaps because of their status as wizards, the two of them paid more attention to those slightly mysterious things, and some even had some inspiration for Ike.

This is very rare. Despite the wizards' hundreds of years of "demagicization" in the secular world, there are still many clues pointing to this hidden world.

"Actually, there are still some magic items in there." After returning, Ike said to Hermione, "It's just that the traces of magic on those items are too weak, and it's almost impossible to trigger them again."

"It must have been screened by the Ministry of Magic. If something really goes wrong in such a large museum, no one can afford it." Hermione nodded.

After a few days of wild play, the two finally calmed down. Ike took a few books to review old books and learn new things, while Hermione devoted herself to studying the Ravenclaw manuscripts.

With Ike's notes, it was easy to get started. But the further you read, the more profound it was. Soon Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, so she had to read the books listed by Ike one by one.

study.

Without a time turner, this process was very painful, but Hermione enjoyed it, and she could clearly feel the improvement in her magical abilities.

Progress is a good thing.

After such a period of contact, Mr. Granger's attitude towards Ike has also changed a lot, and even the contact between the two of them is no longer awkward.

It seems... you have accepted your fate?

August arrived safely. Hermione, who was addicted to studying, rarely even replied to letters. Later, she even didn't even read a few letters. It could be said that she put all her energy into the sea of books.

This also makes those owls go crazy and come here almost every day.

"Hermione, here's your letter again." Ike looked out the window at the owl knocking tirelessly on the glass, and reminded Hermione at the opposite door.

Just looking up, Hermione lowered her head.

"That's not a letter to me. I've never seen this owl."

"Not for you?" Ike thought for a moment, stood up, opened the window and let the little guy fly in.

When you take off the letter, there is a blank piece of paper on the envelope, and when you open it, there is also a piece of white paper.

Frowning slightly, ink marks suddenly appeared on the white paper.

"Two days later at 11 p.m."

Suddenly, the paper started to burn, and in the blink of an eye it turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Ike sighed softly, found a broom and cleaned it up, then picked up the book and started reading again.

"Are you leaving?"

Hermione didn't know when she came over, her expression a little serious.

"I'll be back soon." Ike replied with a smile.

"Don't go too long, we still have to go watch the Quidditch World Cup."