Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 138 Letter

Ike's suitcase is well organized, and he has put a number on the door of each partitioned room.

Hermione stopped outside the study after passing the potion room, the alchemy room, the lounge and two laboratories.

Pushing open the door, I felt a kind of depression. Ike waved his wand, and a white light flashed by, and the feeling disappeared.

The walls on all sides are full of bookshelves, filled with all kinds of magic books, all written by Ike.

For a whole year, he has been copying books in the restricted section.Most of the copying spells in the books in it cannot take effect, and Ike can only adopt this most primitive method.

The effect is still outstanding, he has copied [-]% of the books in it, and the rest will be finished in a few months.

Of course, that's assuming he still gets the Time-Turner, so don't worry too much about that.

"These... are from the restricted section?" Hermione took out a copy and recognized the source at a glance.

"That's right, 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."

"My God! There is such a thing!" Hermione didn't expect it at all.

"The Big Four have all left precious legacies for Hogwarts. The Gryffindor Sword, the Ravenclaw Crown, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and the Slytherin Locket are the most well-known, but apart from these, They should have left a legacy about their own magic."

"Actually speaking, it was Professor Flitwick who instructed me to hide this in the Room of Requirement."

"So, that's 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, and I'll take it back to my room."

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

"Relax, the holidays are long and you have plenty of time."

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

Sitting in Mr. Granger's car again, the atmosphere was much better than before.With Mrs. Granger in charge, everyone was talking and laughing, and even told a few funny stories about Hermione's childhood, which caused Ike to get hit a few times for no reason.

I did not choose a restaurant that is too high-end, but it is also very good. The dishes are exquisite and delicious.

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

After the meal, the Grangers took Hermione and Ike to visit some of London's most famous attractions.There are still a lot of people, and the tourist season has always been like this, and the experience of playing is still a little bit poor in detail.

But Ike was very satisfied.

At about four o'clock, I returned home.Mrs. Granger chased the two little ones upstairs while she was busy in the kitchen.At around seven o'clock, a dinner no less than noon filled the long table, and there was even a dish that was only made at Christmas every year, which was a secret passed down from generation to generation by the hostesses of the Granger family .

Perhaps in front of the delicious food, Mr. Granger seemed to be in a very good mood, talking and laughing, and told stories about his reservations at the party.

It was whispered by Hermione after dinner, and she had heard it countless times, but each time she had to act as if it was the first time she heard it.

But in Ike's opinion, it was a very good story.Ignoring the exaggerated parts, it can be regarded as a legend.It is really rare for someone to knock down seven or eight brutal fans of a hostile team head-on.

Uh... Considering the combat effectiveness of British football 'fans', they are actually not that "legendary".

In the next few days, because the Grangers had to work, Hermione took Ike to play in London.Other scenic spots are basically just a quick tour, but the two of them took a good walk in the British Museum.

Perhaps because of their identities as wizards, the two paid more attention to those slightly mysterious things, and some even inspired Ike a little.

This is very rare. After hundreds of years of "de-magicization" by wizards 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 power on those items are too weak, and it is basically impossible to be triggered again."

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

After going wild for a few days, the two finally calmed down. Ike took a few books to review the past and learn the new, while Hermione devoted herself to the study of Ravenclaw manuscripts.

With Ike's notes in hand, getting started is easy.But the more you look back, the more profound it is involved. It didn't take long for Hermione to read it anymore, so she had to take the book list listed by Ike to study one by one.

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

Progress is a good thing.

And after such a period of contact, Mr. Granger's attitude towards Ike has also changed a lot, even if it's just the contact between the two of them, it's no longer embarrassing.

It seems... resigned to fate?

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

This also makes those owls seem to be crazy and come here almost every day.

"Hermione, there's another letter from you." Ike looked at the owl tirelessly knocking on the glass outside the window, and reminded Hermione who was at the opposite door.

Just looking up, Hermione looked down.

"That's not for me. I've never seen the owl."

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

When I took off the letter, the envelope was blank, and when I opened it, it was also a blank sheet of paper.

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

"Eleven at night in two days' time."

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

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

"Are you leaving?"

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

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

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

"You know I've never really liked Quidditch..."

"Then are you going?"

"go with!"

(End of this chapter)