I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 261 A blank piece of paper, Ian’s reply

Looking at the middle-aged wizard's retreating figure, Hermione turned around and said, "A letter? It seems that the person you want to see does not intend to see you."

Listening to the teasing content, Ian touched his nose and explained in a self-deprecating tone: "Maybe he thinks I am too young and do things impulsively, regardless of the consequences."

After thinking about it for a long time, he could only think of this reason, which was attributed to the Hogsmeade competition, which made people too stable, giving people the illusion of being crazy and reckless.

Although he didn't see anyone, at least the trip was not in vain. He carefully opened the letter and wanted to know what Grindelwald would say.

From Hermione's perspective, Ian stood there in a daze after opening the letter. This made her a little worried, so she stepped forward and asked:
"What's wrong? Is it something bad?"

Then she saw Ian raising the letter in his hand, and Hermione could clearly read the contents.

"A blank piece of paper? Is this a letter to you?" She was confused. Someone would send a blank piece of paper when sending a letter.

"As you can see, the other party gave me a brand new piece of letter paper."

"So, this is your secret?" Hermione pursed her lips, her eyes wandering.

"There's no secret. It's just a clever trick played by an old man. He was testing." Ian explained calmly.The first time he saw the letter, he understood Grindelwald's intention, which was simply to let him express his intention.

Maybe it was a discussion, maybe it was to take sides, but in short the principal's boyfriend firmly seized the initiative.

After hearing this explanation, Hermione stopped asking further questions and just made sure it wasn't some Austrian girl.

She didn't want to care about the rest. Everyone had their own secrets. No matter how close the relationship was, it was no excuse to explore other people's secrets.

"Do you need to write a reply?" Hermione asked, and after recalling it for a moment, she continued, "I just saw a few nice-style cafes in the town."

"Let's go, just take a break and solve our lunch problem by the way." Ian waved his wand and used transfiguration to turn a nearby stone into a tandem bicycle.

Hermione turned over and rode on it, and the two of them worked together in a tacit understanding, and the modified bicycle drove smoothly on the road to the town.

After she saw such a bicycle for the first time, she fell in love with this way of traveling. Intimacy, cooperation, interaction...all the beautiful words in love can be reflected.

"What are we having for lunch?" Hermione asked softly as she rode.

“For dinner, we can choose meatball soup and Vienna grilled ribs, both of which are famous Austrian dishes. For dessert, we can choose Sachertorte and Mozart chocolate.”

For Austria, a country full of art, Ian also made some strategies in his previous life, but in the end he didn't use it.

"Sachertorte? I seem to have heard this name somewhere." Hermione sounded a little uncertain.

“You must have heard of Austria’s national treasure dessert before, but you just didn’t pay attention.”

Ian looked at the quiet scenery around him, the country road in the midsummer of June, with the gentle breeze, green trees, luxuriant grass and the fragrance of flowers; the occasional passing butterflies dotted the place, which added a lot of color to the place. , everything around is full of harmony and vitality.

"When we go back later, we can bring some Sacher cakes to your parents. You can't get the authentic taste in London."

Hermione readily agreed to this suggestion, but still put forward her own opinion: "Just bring a little bit to mom. You know, as a dentist, dad has his own insistence. Desserts and candies are insulators for him. .”

"Are you sure this isn't revenge..." Listening to Hermione's tone, he always felt that this was a kind of revenge to make up for the lack of candy in her childhood. "It's not good for you to know too much, Mr. Titus!" Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"You're right... Dentists need to lead by example and refuse all desserts and candies."

……

After an hour of riding, we arrived at what Hermione said was a nice cafe.

The store is small and quietly located next to the street. The exterior wall is decorated with carefully painted flower patterns, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling under the sunlight.

When you walk into the cafe, a sweet smell hits your face. There are all kinds of exquisite handmade pastries on the counter. Just looking at the presentation will make your mouth water.The decoration inside the cafe also does not disappoint. Various artworks, portraits, photography, etc. all display the creativity and unique perspectives of artists.

After ordering two cups of coffee and some desserts, he took Hermione and chose a seat near the window. After sitting down, he took out Grindelwald's letter and wrote a sentence on the blank piece of paper:

"Squibs are a group that cannot be ignored."

This is Ian's thoughtful reply. This answer will not clarify his position, but it is also crucial. I believe that with Grindelwald's situation, he should be able to clearly understand what he expressed.

A one-sentence reply takes less than ten seconds.After blowing dry the ink on it, he put the letter back into the envelope and raised his head just in time to see Hermione's slightly surprised look in her eyes.

"what happened?"

"Your reply was just one sentence?" Hermione expressed her doubts.

"Some things are just one sentence." Ian chuckled. "Wait here while I go to the Owl Post Office to send a letter."

Places like Owl Post Offices, which are similar to park phone booths, are found in basically every city in Europe. The difference is only in scale.

The Owl Post Office in Vienna is also small in scale. Compared with the hundreds of messenger owls in the Hogsmeade Post Office, it can be described as shabby and pitiful. There are only a dozen owls in total.

But this was not something he cared about. After communicating with the staff, he hired a strong eagle at Sanxico's expense and turned around to leave.

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at the same time.

Northern Europe, close to southern Finland.

In the eyes of Muggles, this area is an inaccessible and desolate area, but in the wizarding world, there has always been a prestigious magic school here, Durmstrang, one of the three major magic schools in Europe.

It has been more than 1294 years since its establishment in 700. Although it does not last as long as Hogwarts, it is unique in terms of scale and teaching quality.

Especially its tolerance for black magic is second to none among the 11 magic schools in the world.

At this moment, in Principal Durmstrang's office, an old man with silver hair and strange eyes sat on a high-backed chair.

As for the original principal, Igor Karkarlov, he had already been assigned to serve as a liaison with Voldemort. Karkarlov's arrangement could be regarded as making the best use of it.

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