Magical Studies at Hogwarts

At the end of the moon, a nightingale pressed its chest against the rose bud, and a sweet bird song sounded, and the thorns under the bud pierced into the rose bud little by little.

Strangely, not a drop of blood came out of the wound, but the flower buds seemed to be a little redder.

Ike slowed down and quietly walked closer. The nightingale didn't seem to notice it, and continued to sing loudly.

Don't dare to reach out rashly. There is no record of this strange magic ritual in "Curse and Curse Breaking Curse". Ike doesn't know what the consequences will be if it is mixed in. It may cause great harm to this poor little guy.

Fortunately, it looks like it will take some time for the buds to bloom, and the nightingale can still be saved.

After staying under the oak tree for almost four or five hours, the nightingale's chirping finally seemed to stop. These few hours were very tiring for Ike. He kept his hand close to the tree trunk, silently guiding the magic power, more or less.

Let the oak tree relax a little.

At least that's the message the oak tree sent back.

Suddenly, the nightingale stopped. The little guy sang all night and worked hard all night. He almost lost his grip on the tree trunk and flapped his wings twice before he stabilized himself.

Ike quickly stepped forward and carefully grabbed the nightingale. The little guy was obviously frightened, but it was too weak and struggled for a few times before stopping.

"Good boy, I won't hurt you..." Ike slowly spread out his left hand, opened the bottle cap with his right hand, and brought the mouth of the bottle towards Nightingale's head.

"You can feel it...here, this is good stuff, drink more..."

Nightingale seemed to have noticed something. Perhaps out of instinct, she felt that the liquid in the transparent bottle in front of her was good for her. She looked back at Ike, who had an encouraging look on his face, and after a while he put his head in.

The effect of the white fresh juice is very powerful, and Ike can clearly feel that Nightingale's condition is getting better.

The little guy is not big, only the size of an adult's hand. He just couldn't drink anymore after drinking for a while. But he is very lively. He jumped on Ike's hand a few times and raised his head and shouted a few times, showing relaxation and joy.

"I will put this bottle on top..." Ike pointed to a thick branch above the oak tree, "so that when you are done, you can fly up and drink it yourself."

The nightingale seemed to understand, flapped its wings and flew up, landing directly on the branch that Ike just pointed to.

"That's right, that's right! That's right there!" Ike capped the bottle tightly and put it in his pocket. He hugged the tree trunk for a few times before climbing up. He took out the rope he had prepared and tied the bottle before opening the bottle cap.

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"I will replenish the white fresh juice in it. It will definitely be enough for you to drink." Ike gently wiped Nightingale's head with his fingers, "Don't worry, you will be fine."

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce you to a new friend..." Jimmy moved his shoulders, rubbed his eyes and crawled out of Ike's collar, obviously being woken up.

Nightingale was startled by Jimmy, jumped up and hid behind the bottle, and tilted her head to look over.

"It's called Jimmy, and he will stay here these days to make sure the bottle doesn't fall." Ike said, picking up Jimmy.

He was not worried at all about Jimmy's relationship with the nightingale. The Bowtruckle was a natural guardian of trees and a darling of nature. Except for the insects that harmed the trees, they would not harm the birds that occasionally rested on the trees.

Moreover, the nightingale in front of me can no longer be regarded as an ordinary bird. It already possesses some magical properties.

Maybe when the red rose fully blooms, it will turn into a magical animal.

Sure enough, in just a short while, Jimmy and Nightingale seemed to have become good friends. The two little guys were jumping around next to the bottle, very happy.

Secretly breathing a sigh of relief, Ike quietly climbed down from the tree. He was really tired after working outside for almost a whole night.

I went straight back to the room, flopped down on the bed, and fell asleep after a while. When I woke up again, it was almost noon.

Yawning loudly, Ike rubbed his eyes and walked out. He was still a little confused after washing up.

He was very familiar with this feeling, it was a reaction to excessive consumption of magic power.

Replenishing the magic power of the oak tree is not an easy task. It is just a nascent magic plant, and its magic power is very poor. It is good to be able to get two points after inputting ten points of magic power.

This requires Ike.

He not only has to maintain the input of magic power, but also guides the magic power that has not been absorbed by the oak tree not to escape, but to continue to be attached to the trunk. Although it is not difficult to do this with Ike's current magic power control, it cannot withstand time.

Long.

After having lunch in a daze, Ike recovered. Ignoring the enthusiastic little beans, he quietly slipped back into the room and continued to sleep.

It will continue in the evening.

In this way, Ike ate and slept during the day, and at night he guided the oak tree to replenish his magic power, and played with Jimmy and the nightingale. It was a boring and fulfilling week before he finally waited for the red roses to bloom.

It was a night with a full moon in the sky. When the flower bud watered by the nightingale's blood finally bloomed, wisps of light red light fell on the petals. The light was like mist, lingering on the petals for a long time before slowly melting.

Got in.

The nightingale sang loudly, but under the rescue of the white fresh juice, it did not die as it should. Instead, it flapped its wings and danced a strange dance around the red rose.

Sometimes it hovers, sometimes it pulls up, sometimes it swoops down, and it even flops belly-up a few times. With the singing, a lot of white mist appears on the red rose, slowly wrapping the nightingale.

This was obviously good stuff, and Nightingale became even more happy. Even Jimmy came over and snorted some quietly.

The white mist slowly disappeared, and the nightingale's feathers slowly changed color. The gray and white feathers gradually faded away, leaving only dazzling white, which looked extremely beautiful.

A wisp of bright red feathers suddenly appeared on the top of the head, like dull feathers, moving back and forth with the nightingale, very cute.

Stretching out his hand, Nightingale fell directly on it, rubbing his head against his fingers, looking very close.

Ike was shocked. He clearly felt that there was a lot of magic power in the nightingale's body. As he expected, the nightingale became a magical animal.

It confirmed his suspicion.

The birth of the red rose was both a crisis and an opportunity for the nightingale. Under various chances and coincidences, it condensed the red rose with its singing and hard work.

If you can't survive, there is only death; but if you can survive, the red rose will also give the nightingale a gift.

This may be the first nightingale in history to survive. After all, the birth of this kind of red rose is very rare, and even fewer can be witnessed by people. Even if it is discovered, it is by accident, and the nightingale at that time

They are often on the verge of death and face countless rebirths.

What's more, with the wizard's arrogance, in their eyes, the nightingale may be just a "sacrifice".

"Okay, okay, it's okay, little one..." Ike comforted the nightingale, slowly placed it on his shoulder, and after taking Jimmy from the tree to accompany it, he carefully picked off the red rose.

Put it in a box that has been prepared long ago.

Ike has found a place for this thing and will call Stuart to borrow his owl tomorrow.

Apart from not being able to use magic after leaving school, this aspect is a bit troublesome.