Chapter 136 Letter
Ike's suitcase was well organized, and he hung a door number outside the door of each separated room.
Hermione passed the potions room, alchemy room, lounge and two laboratories, and stopped outside the study.
When he opened the door, he felt a sense of oppression. Ike waved his wand, and a white light flashed by, and the feeling disappeared.
The four walls are covered with bookshelves, filled with all kinds of magic books, all written in Ike's handwriting.
For a whole year, he had been copying books from the restricted area.Most of the copying spells on the books inside cannot take effect, so Ike can only adopt this most primitive method.
The effect is still impressive. He has already copied [-]% of the books in it, and the rest will probably be completed in a few months.
Of course, that's assuming he can still get the time turner, so don't worry too much about this.
"These... are from the restricted book section?" Hermione pulled out a book and recognized its origin at a glance.
"Yes, 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."
"Oh my god! There is such a thing!" Hermione didn't expect it at all.
"The Big Four have all left precious legacies to Hogwarts. The Sword of Gryffindor, the Crown of Ravenclaw, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and the Slytherin Locket are the most well-known ones, but apart from these, They should have left behind a legacy about their magic.”
"Actually speaking, Professor Flitwick pointed this out to me, and it was hidden in the Room of Requirement."
"So, this is 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 just 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. I'm going to take it back to my room."
"To be honest, I can't wait!"
"Relax, the holidays are still long and you have enough time."
The two came out of the suitcase and chatted for a while before hearing Mrs. Granger's urging. It turned out that it was noon before they knew it.
When we got into Mr. Granger's car again, the atmosphere was much better than before.With Mrs. Granger sitting in charge, everyone was talking and laughing, and even told some interesting stories about Hermione's childhood, which caused Ike to get slapped a few more times.
I didn't choose a restaurant that was too high-end, but it was still very good. The dishes were exquisite and delicious.
This is the first time that Ike has eaten such delicious food outside of Hogwarts, which is a bit unexpected.When he was in the orphanage, he had never eaten in a restaurant outside.
After dinner, the Grangers took Hermione and Ike to visit some of London's most famous attractions.There are still a lot of people, and this is always the case during the peak tourist season. The experience of visiting is still a little bit different.
But Ike was very satisfied.
At about four o'clock, I returned home.Mrs. Granger drove the two little ones upstairs and got busy in the kitchen.Around seven o'clock, the long table was filled with a dinner that was no less than noon. There was even a dish that was only cooked every year at Christmas, which was a secret that was not passed down from generation to generation of the Granger family mistresses. .
Mr. Granger seemed to be in a very good mood in front of Xu Shi's delicious food. He was talking and laughing, and even told the stories he had kept at the party.
Hermione said this quietly after dinner. She didn't know how many times she had heard it, but every time she had to act like it was the first time she heard it.
But in Ike's opinion, it was a very good story.Ignoring the exaggerations, it can be regarded as a legend.There are really very few people who can defeat seven or eight brutal fans of the opposing team head-on.
Well... considering the fighting capacity of British football fans, it's actually not that "legendary".
In the next few days, because the Grangers had to work, Hermione took Ike around London.Other attractions were basically just a quick tour, but the two of them had a good time at the British Museum.
Perhaps because of their status as wizards, the two of them paid more attention to those slightly mysterious things, and some even had some inspiration for Ike.
This is rare. Despite the wizards' hundreds of years of "de-magicization" 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 on those items are too weak, and it's almost impossible to trigger them again."
"It must have been screened by the Ministry of Magic. If something goes wrong in such a large museum, no one can afford it." Hermione nodded.
After a few days of wild play, the two finally calmed down. Ike took a few books to review old books and learn new things, while Hermione devoted herself to studying the Ravenclaw manuscripts.
With Ike's notes, it's easy to get started.But the further you looked, the more profound it was. Soon Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, so she had to take the books listed by Ike and study them one by one.
Without a time turner, this process was painful, but Hermione enjoyed it. She could clearly feel the improvement in her magical abilities.
Progress is a good thing.
After such a period of contact, Mr. Granger's attitude towards Ike has also changed a lot. Even if it is just the two of them, it is no longer awkward.
It seems that... you have accepted your fate?
August arrived safely. Hermione, who was addicted to studying, rarely even replied to letters. Later, she even didn't even read a few letters. It could be said that she put all her energy into the sea of books.
This also makes those owls seem crazy and come here almost every day.
"Hermione, here's your letter again." Ike looked out the window at the owl knocking tirelessly on the glass, and reminded Hermione at the opposite door.
Just looking up, Hermione lowered her head.
"That's not a letter to me. I've never seen this owl."
"Not for you?" Ike thought for a moment, stood up, opened the window and 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 piece of white paper.
Frowning slightly, ink stains suddenly appeared on the white paper.
"Two days later at 11 p.m."
Suddenly, the paper burned, and in the blink of an eye it turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
Ike sighed softly, found a broom and cleaned it up, then picked up the book and started reading again.
"Are you leaving?"
Hermione didn't know when she came over, with a serious expression.
"I'll be back soon." Ike replied with a smile.
"Don't go too long, we still have to go see the Quidditch World Cup."
"You know I've never been very fond of Quidditch..."
"Then are you going?"
"go with!"