In the Apocalypse, I Can Enter Hogwarts

Chapter 427 The Grand Finale (Happy New Year everyone!)

In England, if March is still a bit chilly, by mid-April the temperature will be quite pleasant.

A light rain began to fall from the sky, with raindrops falling silently, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth.

As always, Hogsmeade Village was filled with laughter and joy over the weekend.

The young wizards, especially those who had just turned third grade, were filled with curiosity about everything here.

Honey Duke Candy Shop, Elegant Wizard Costume Shop, Three Broomsticks, Pig's Head Bar, Mrs. Paddy's Tea House, Condiment Joke Shop...

Walking along the main street, past the bustling commercial area, you come to a quiet alley. At the end of the alley, you are surprised to find a quaint little building, a typical example of Victorian architecture.

The house was built of stacked bluestone slabs, and perhaps because it was located on the rainy island of Britain, some moss had grown on the outer walls.

But none of this seemed out of place; instead, it added a touch of life to the dark courtyard, with patches of mottled green moss that looked like blooming flowers.

Beyond the old wooden door, a walnut recliner comes into view in the courtyard. Even with the light drizzle outside, the figure on the recliner remains unmoved.

With her slender figure and delicate, three-dimensional features, when viewed in stillness, she is like an ancient Roman sculpture, offering a perfect visual experience.

As a seasoned guardian of stagnation, Ian did not stay at the school like Dumbledore. Instead, he bought his own property in Hogsmeade and chose to go home every weekend.

a long time.

The figure on the recliner opened its slightly closed eyes, the flames dancing in its golden pupils, deep and holy, as if simply being gazed upon could purify the filth in people's hearts, allowing them to feel peace and tranquility.

"I like rain..."

On the recliner, Ian gazed at the azure sky and murmured softly.

It has been a full 20 years since the last time the werewolves of Oxford Street were wiped out.

So many things happened during this time, but for Ian, these were just things to do over tea.

First, after he made a high-profile display of the power of magic, both the Muggle leaders in the eco-city and the surviving werewolves became obedient.

As if overnight, everyone had become highly educated elites.

Even when conflicts arise, arguments are always methodical and deliberate. The main principle is gentleness; if a conversation can be held down, they will not argue; if a fight is necessary, they will not resort to physical violence…

Not only the external situation, but magic has also changed significantly in the past 20 years. The first change is the application of fungal sap in herbs, which has also brought about a dramatic change in potions.

In particular, the top potions team led by Snape and Professor Slughorn is said to be close to developing a potion that allows Muggles and fungi to coexist. All that is needed now is the later testing and adjustment.

It seems that before long, Muggles confined to eco-cities will be able to walk freely in the sunlight again.

As for whether it will impact the existing order, Ian is not worried at all.

A generation is ten years old, not to mention that nearly twenty years have passed, and people have long since adapted to the existing order.

Even if there are any ambitious people out there, sorry... wizards have long lifespans. Whether it's Dumbledore or Grindelwald, they are still alive and well, and active on the world stage.

Thinking of Grindelwald, Ian couldn't help but sigh.

"The peak breeds false support, twilight witnesses true saints..."

As the center of world power, countless wizards chose to follow Grindelwald.

But whether there will be saints among them who, even when imprisoned in Nurmengard, remain steadfast in their beliefs for 50 years, is a question that remains uncertain...

……

"I hate rain!"

The complaints coming from outside the courtyard brought Ian's wandering thoughts back to the present moment.

After the door opened, Hermione appeared before him in a formal suit, her long brown hair pulled back, exuding a capable and efficient aura.

Even though Hermione is actually 35 years old, she still looks just like she did 20 years ago; time has not ravaged her in the slightest.

Her fair skin and smooth forehead were exactly the same as before. The only change, perhaps, was her increasingly full figure, shapely and voluptuous.

A mature figure, a youthful face, and a capable demeanor... all of this fascinated Ian.

This is all thanks to the Philosopher's Stone. Hermione has been taking the elixir of youth since she was 18, and she has strictly followed Nico's instructions to use it. As a result, her appearance has been able to be delayed to the greatest extent possible, remaining unchanged for decades.

Closer to home.

Hearing Hermione's complaint, Ian smiled knowingly but didn't point it out. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Has work in the department been quite hectic lately, my director?"

"Stop fooling around!" Hermione frowned, then picked up the teacup next to Ian, downed the warm black tea in one gulp, and let out a satisfied groan. She then sighed, sounding somewhat weary, and said:

"The werewolves have quieted down, but the smuggling dark wizards are becoming increasingly rampant, even fighting with us, and some Aurors have already been injured. Recently, we've seized three batches of bacterial liquid from North America, all products refined in small workshops..."

The bacterial solution cultivates herbs, the herbs support the potion, and the potion represents countless Galleons.

This seems like a perfect industrial chain, but the most fundamental bacterial solution is readily available everywhere.

Even though years of eradication efforts have brought various terrestrial parasites to the brink of extinction, there are still countless unexplored areas in the ocean...

This has led many wizards to enter the ocean without permission, kill the hidden parasitic fish, and then privately extract bacterial solutions for smuggling and sale.

As Hermione succeeds Ms. Burns as the new head of the Department of Law Enforcement, she has to put in a lot of effort to arrange for the Aurors to conduct investigations, since it all falls under her jurisdiction.

Over here, Ian looked at Hermione with affection and comforted her, "Don't overthink it, and besides, you can't completely stop these things."

"You want me to pretend I didn't see it, just like everyone else?" Hermione pursed her lips, a little annoyed.

Seeing Hermione's adorable expression, Ian reached out and pulled her into his arms, burying his head in her soft hair and inhaling her familiar fragrance.

"I'm not telling you to pretend you don't see it, I'm telling you not to bring work home. If you're home, you should do things that are meant for you..."

As he spoke, Ian gently patted Hermione.

Feeling a special place being touched, Hermione, who had been married for many years, immediately realized what was happening, since every couple has their own unique code.

When Hermione looked up again, the commanding presence she had displayed when she first returned home was gone. Her eyes shimmered with tears; now, she was simply a mature 35-year-old wife…

(End of this chapter)