I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Just to make a few digressions, another 100,000 words will be released soon. I also saved 100,000 words and started sending them out. I write more than 2K a day, and then publish more than 4K, and I have been in this state of being unable to make ends meet.

But every day I see a few added collections, a few recommendations, and one or two investments. This is a constant source of motivation for me, because I know that there are still people paying attention and reading again, and I am not alone.

To be honest, this period of time for new books is really difficult. I sincerely thank you for your support, recommendation, collection, investment, and any opportunity to increase exposure.

Finally, I sincerely thank you all. grateful. grateful. grateful. )

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After finishing the day's classes, the group of people planned to run directly to the auditorium, because counting the time, it would be almost time for dinner to start being served.

Ian simply ate some food, greeted his two roommates, and left first.

He had more important things to do, and he was still thinking about the semi-finished formula for purifying the blood potion.

In fact, Ian also knows very well that this is not an easy task. If it were really simple, this book would not have been unknown for so many years. It might have been sealed and controlled by the pure-blood family.

However, his magic power is growing slowly now, and most of the spells have been learned. Instead of doing nothing like this, he might as well find something to do for himself.

Is it possible to let him play and play with these half-grown children all day long?

Ian has always been clear about his purpose of coming to Hogwarts. At the beginning, he was to learn magic and gain the ability to survive in the apocalypse.

Now after he completed his previous plan and learned about the magic of magic, he had new ideas.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world. He wanted to do something for the world that was already on the verge of death, so he was eager to climb to the pinnacle of magic, because only in this way could he at least have the ability to make some changes.

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After returning to the dormitory, Ian continued to read books about blood.

"...I still have too little experience in potions. I don't understand the commonalities behind many potions. I am a little fanciful in trying to complete the formula."

Ian was flipping through his notes and pondering in his mind. He finally understood how naive his previous thoughts were.

"But this is not bad, at least I understand the shortcomings. As expected, there are no shortcuts in any subject, so you should learn it honestly and step by step."

After thinking everything through, Ian decisively closed the book on bloodlines.

Instead, he took out the Potions textbook and started flipping through it. He had already made up his mind to study this subject in the coming days.

Because he found that if he couldn't become a potion master, it would be a fool's errand to try to change and complete the incomplete potion formula.

Night has long enveloped Hogwarts. In England in October, the weather is always changeable. It is still sunny in the afternoon, but it is already stormy and rainy in the evening.

But all this has nothing to do with Ian, because he has long been immersed in the world of books. Under the warm light, the entire dormitory looks very warm.

I don’t know how long it took, but the peace was broken, and the two roommates returned to the dormitory in a very embarrassed manner.

Looking at their wet and muddy robes, Ian decisively pulled out his wand; "Clean them up."

"Merlin's socks, this is obviously a magic spell that can only be learned in the third grade course. Ian, are you already able to use it skillfully?"

Faced with Andre's slightly exaggerated question, Ian just said calmly: "That's okay. Maybe I have a little talent in the spell class, which allows me to learn some common spells on my own."

"I don't think so. To be honest, Ian, you might be able to apply to Dean Flitwick to start taking third-year courses. At least you can apply this way for the Charms class. If you feel your current ability, then go to first-year courses. If so, it’s a bit of a waste of time.”

Ivey on the side analyzed objectively and calmly.

After hearing this, Ian felt that what the other party said was indeed reasonable.

With his current level of spells, it would not be an exaggeration to go directly to the fifth-year spells class, let alone the third-year spells class. It is indeed unjustifiable to continue to stay in the first-year class.

Ian nodded and expressed his approval, then said: "You are right, maybe I should choose a time to talk to Professor Flitwick about this matter."

"Ha, that's right. Then we can have classes together again."

Andre said excitedly.

"Okay, guys, you two can sleep in tomorrow morning, but I still have a Potions class waiting for me. If there's nothing else, I'll go to bed first. You don't have to come back at the curfew time next time. "

Facing two overly energetic roommates, Ian finished speaking quickly and got up to wash up. Ivy was okay sometimes, and Andre was indeed a bit chatty.

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The next morning, only Ian and Snape were left in the Potions classroom. This is normal. Even Slytherin will not stay in this classroom for one more minute after hearing the bell.

At this moment, Snape stared blankly at Ian in front of him and said in his characteristic long voice:

"The commonality behind potions? When did Ravenclaw, who claims to be smart, become so stupid? Do you think you have mixed a few bottles of ridiculously simple potions and tried to change the formula?"

Ian was well prepared to face Snape's ridicule. After all, in potions, if you want to complete or change the formula, familiarity with the general nature behind the potion is the most basic first step.

"Professor, I don't think this is funny. I know it's very difficult to change the potion recipe, but at least I can see it as a goal, right? I enjoy the process of brewing potions, but I don't want to follow them all. To write a book, I think that would be stupid.”

Ian retorted calmly. This was not an excuse or a deliberate excuse to cater to Snape. It was precisely his truest thoughts in his heart.

It is better to believe in books than to have no books at all. He still understands this truth very well.

"Target?"

Snape sneered.

"I remember that when you first came to class, you gave me a book list. Did our future Potions Master read all the books on that list? I don't remember that you came during this period. Found me."

"Of course, Professor Snape, I have read it all and taken detailed notes."

Ian also came prepared. As he spoke, he took out the notes he had prepared before, a stack of thick parchment paper, and placed it on the table.

Snape glanced at it and saw that every piece of parchment was filled with various discussions, and his expression relaxed slightly.

"At least it's not that stupid. Since you have read these books, you should know that improved prescriptions are too far away from you. Potions cannot be learned through books."

After Ian saw Snape's transformation, he immediately said: "Of course, so I came to seek your guidance."

Ian did not flatter Snape with his silver tongue. He knew very well that what a top potion master lacked most was all kinds of compliments and praises.

Rather than being clever and self-defeating in the end, it is better to tell the truth from the beginning and be a well-behaved and studious student.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Professor Snape nodded unequivocally and said calmly: "You can come here every Wednesday and Friday at seven o'clock in the evening to process the medicinal materials. Remember, potions cannot be learned through books. of."

"Thank you for your guidance, I will be there on time."

The goal was achieved, and Ian was very happy at this moment.

"Then I won't disturb you any further, Professor Snape."

After seeing Snape's expression that he didn't want to communicate too much, he left the Potions classroom with good intentions.

"a good start."

Ian thought as he walked towards Professor Flitwick's office.

He didn't forget what his roommate said yesterday. With his current ability, it would be a waste of time to follow the first graders in the magic class.

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