I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 1 Survival in the Apocalypse
Under the slanting light of the blood-red setting sun, what came into view was ruins. The tall buildings that once stood tall, the broad and bustling streets no longer existed, collapsed buildings, broken vehicles, and slow-moving corpses.

This world is like the lawn after a camping carnival. At this moment, there are only messes left.

The sky is filled with thick dust and smoke, as well as countless parasitic spores invisible to the naked eye.

All of this did not affect a busy figure in the room.

"There are still 250 bottles of 12ml of unopened water, which is not short for the time being, but there is only about 200 grams of wheat flour left in the food. But if the physical strength is ensured, this can only support the consumption of two days. Food is running out, and I don't know if I'll be able to find supplies on the last floor."

Ian sighed in despair while sorting out the classified materials.

Since he inexplicably traveled to this parallel world a week ago, except for the initial panic and disbelief, he later accepted the fact that it had happened, after all, such things happen every year.

In the broken glass window in front of him, there is a figure of a teenager about fourteen or five years old, with a worn white shirt and messy black hair.

With impeccable facial contours, ebony black pupils, high nose bridge, and slightly white lips, everything looks like an ethereal and handsome sunny and cheerful boy next door.

But the most eye-catching thing is the complex and profound mature temperament, gentle and handsome face, mixed with maturity that does not belong to this age.

But the contradiction between temperament and appearance is perfectly and ingeniously combined at this moment.

From the memories of the original body, it is known that the child is named Ian Titus, a 14-year-old Western boy who grew up in a single-parent family. The outbreak of the last days caused him to lose his last relative a few months ago.

It was only because he understood the meaning expressed in the mother's last eyes, "live well", which made this half-grown child struggle for so long, but under the double pressure of spirit and material, Still passed away last week.

"From the day she left, you have been accompanied by loneliness. I only hope that you will meet in heaven and continue your relationship. As for the rest, I will fulfill her last wish on your behalf, I I will work hard to live as Ian Titus."

Looking at the reflection of his young body, Ian said with a sigh.

……

"Looking for supplies is the top priority, but don't think about it downstairs, it is full of zombies and animals parasitized by fungi, it seems that the only way to go upstairs is to look for it, the last hope."

Ian thought about his next plan, and then looked at the blood-stained fire ax beside him.

Through the original memory and the fragmentary information collected during this period, he discovered that this is not the traditional zombie apocalypse in the novel, but a more bizarre world infested and parasitized by unknown fungi.

A year ago, an unknown fungus broke out suddenly, and the air was filled with countless parasitic spores, and then crazily parasitized all life, yes all life, human beings, animals, birds, plants, insects, marine life, etc. were not spared.

Fortunately, after hundreds of millions of years of evolution, insects gradually developed antibodies after the first round of parasitism. Otherwise, under the indiscriminate attacks of insects, there would really be no life in this world.

The most important thing is the tenacious vitality of the parasite. Because it is a fungus, there is no such thing as the so-called headshot in the movie that can kill it, let alone a headshot. A glue-like repair host, but it will take a long time.

This makes the situation of human beings more and more difficult. Ian does not know how many human beings are left.

However, he feels that it is true that the situation is not optimistic. After all, there used to be some human strongholds that broadcast broadcasts through simple radio stations non-stop every day, but now most of the radio stations have been disconnected for a longer time, and there are very few remaining that are still struggling.

"What does it have to do with me? If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. I just need to live, and I can live every day. This 12-story office building has only two floors of unknown areas left. Now this situation can no longer be If you procrastinate, waiting to die is nothing more than drinking poison to quench your thirst, the more you procrastinate, the more troublesome you will be."

……

After a night of nothing, after the dawn of the next day, under the primitive survival instinct of human beings, Ian felt that the few remaining strengths were radiating from this body at this moment.

Put on the old Martin boots, wrap thick printing paper on the left arm, use it as a simple shield in case of emergency, lift the fire axe, and the essential "treasure box opening" tools, three hacksaw blades, and start the search.

After all, after the initial parasitic outbreak, almost all surviving humans are immune to the fungus, and what we need to do now is to avoid the physical attack of the parasite.

"Control the distance. The maximum perception range of the parasite is 5 meters. As long as they are not discovered by them, they are still relatively quiet. Once they are detected by perception, they will never die..."

Once on the radio, learning about parasites resurfaced in his mind.

"It's really a gentle and hopeless end of the world. There is no corpse tide, no crazy bloodthirsty, and there is just this majestic general trend of crushing, splitting, breeding, and parasitism." Ian thought sadly.

After pushing the door open, the dark and silent corridor came into view. After walking around the corridor for more than ten seconds, they came to the fire exit leading to the upper floor.

As for the elevator, don't even think about it. One year is enough to paralyze most of the industrial facilities in the world, and the power supply is the first to bear the brunt.

Even if there is still electricity, no one with any brains will choose to take the elevator. After all, no one knows what will greet them when the elevator door opens.

In about fifteen minutes, Ian also successfully reached the 11th floor. Looking at the office area in front of him, although it was messy, fortunately there were no obvious human parasites.

After careful exploration, Ian had to be sure that he was a little lucky that this floor was empty.This is also normal. After all, the upper office area is almost always where the company's management is located, and there are not many staffing.

But unfortunately, he didn't get much supplies. Ian looked disappointedly at the three packs of potato chips, two obviously rotten butter burgers, three unopened bottles of red wine, a whole box of cigars, and two cans of caviar.

"It's better than nothing. Although it's a drop in the bucket, it also solves the urgent need, especially potato chips and cans, which can effectively supplement the salt. These foods can last for another week. After a week, we must go to the top floor."

Ian thought secretly while sorting out the materials he had harvested this time.

He has always been somewhat resistant to the top-level search, because infected bird parasites have three-dimensional perception capabilities, unlike humans and other mammals, which only have two-dimensional perception, which means that the radius of the dot is five meters. All of the space is within its perception range.

Moreover, they do not fly 24 hours after being parasitized. Most of the time, they perch on nearby tree trunks, roofs, or unbroken utility poles.

So the top-level exploration is very likely to provoke them.

"Forget it, living in the moment, thinking too much will only increase troubles. These things can barely survive for at least a week."

After a short rest, Ian, like a hamster, began to organize and pack all kinds of supplies that could be used, and then carried them downstairs little by little.

In his own small stronghold, the lit solid wood furniture was used as fuel, and three chopstick-thick steel bars were twisted together as a simple support, and then he skillfully set up the pot.

It is said that the pot is actually a large 304 stainless steel cup. Add a little flour, potato chips, and caviar into it, then pour in a small half bottle of mineral water to make a paste, and wait quietly for the water inside to boil. This is Ian. Today's lunch.

When the wood is burning, there is the sound of crackling bonfires, and the smoke rises from the pot, accompanied by the sweet fragrance of wheat.

Ian stared at the dancing flames in a daze, while unconsciously playing with the toy in his hand.

When searching for supplies just now, I found a 13-inch magic wand in a desk drawer, but the difference is its peculiar shape, and it looks a little different from the one described in the original book of "Harry Potter".

Ian was actually a true HP fan in his previous life, and he used to read a lot of books, and he read a lot of various HP fanfiction.

The man was a teenager until his death. Since he found this toy, he packed it up like supplies when he had nothing to do. Besides, this wand neither weighs nor takes up space, so it's just a matter of convenience.

Visually, the material is an iron core wrapped in a layer of dark resin, and the shape is not any familiar wand.

"Expelliarmus" subconsciously waved his magic wand, and uttered an exorcism weapon in conjunction with the spell. Ian was also having fun while suffering.It was just a random flavoring agent, but this wand really gave me face. I saw a red light flashing on the top of the wand, and then quickly wrapped him in it.

　New book, please collect, please collect, please collect, thank you readers.

　　
　
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