In the Apocalypse, I Can Enter Hogwarts

Chapter 79 Dinner

Hearing the other person's somewhat somber tone, Ian immediately drew his wand, mimicking the movements of a fairy from an animated film, and then said to Eileen in a playful tone:

"Blah blah blah... Your wish has come true! On Christmas Eve, we'll take a picture together, a moving picture that will come to life."

Ian suddenly noticed that Eileen seemed a little sad and guessed that she might be thinking of her family.

That's why they choose to be silly and lighten the mood. In this terrible world, getting caught up in endless sadness is a very serious and potentially fatal problem.

Sure enough, his efforts paid off, and he successfully made Eileen laugh. Seeing Eileen's tears turn into laughter, he was also very gratified.

I've noticed that this girl has been a bit down lately. After thinking about it, I think it might be because I've given her too many tasks, which has caused her to feel mentally exhausted.

After all, organizing, classifying, and summarizing more than a hundred books in 10 days was quite a lot of work, and he felt increasingly uneasy about it.

He immediately turned around and said seriously to Eileen, "Now that the matter of Nico and the Philosopher's Stone is over, there's nothing else for you to do for the time being. This period is our vacation."

Eileen retorted, a rare occurrence for her: "But... there are also the books you brought back from the library... and even the history books about the magical world that you mentioned."

"You don't need any of that. Don't rub your temples, I'm not lying to you. If I really needed it, I wouldn't have hesitated to ask. Just relax and enjoy your vacation."

These were Ian's true feelings; he truly didn't need them anymore. The reactivation of the Philosopher's Stone, with its Midas touch, meant he no longer needed to be a plagiarist earning Galleons in the wizarding world.

Moreover, the appearance of the phoenix also made him invincible; if he encountered something he couldn't defeat, running away was no problem at all.

Seeing that the other person seemed to want to say something more, Ian preemptively said, "Just listen to me, okay? Be good, I'm the boss."

Eileen suddenly smiled, a smile different from her somewhat forced one earlier.

This time, she smiled genuinely from the bottom of her heart. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, silently and skillfully. Her cheeks bloomed like flowers, and the bright smile quickly spread across her face, reaching all the way to her eyebrows.

Her teeth were like melon seeds, her forehead was broad and her eyebrows were arched, her smile was charming and her eyes were bright and beautiful.

Such a smile amazed Ian, leaving him somewhat stunned. Accustomed to the disguise and photo editing skills of his past life, he was now completely defenseless against this kind of beauty without makeup.

"Hey, snap out of it! You're the boss, of course I'll listen to you..." Eileen said softly, waving her hand gently in front of Ian's eyes.

"Hey, I suddenly remembered something important, that's why I wasn't spacing out..." he argued earnestly.

Eileen was speechless upon hearing this. She nodded in agreement and whispered, "Yes, yes, you're right..."

Now Ian was a little embarrassed. Hearing this answer, he felt that there was a hint of "not arguing with a fool" in it.

He suddenly felt restless and could only make up an excuse, saying, "Well, I have to go practice my magic; I still have a lot of things to take care of..."

After saying that, before Eileen could react, he got up from the sofa and left, heading straight for his room.

Eileen sat quietly, gently stroking the phoenix beside her, while gazing at Ian's retreating figure.

After a long silence, she sighed softly, "If only we had met sooner..."

……

In the following days, Ian became busy again, clocking in every day to perform limb amputations on special parasites and collect living blood.

Then he wandered aimlessly through the city, hoping to find another such special parasite.

Of course, he also hunted on the side. Based on the principle that even a mosquito's leg is meat, no matter what type of parasite it is, he would not let it go once he encountered it.

After all, in his eyes, those were just fuel for the Philosopher's Stone and walking Galleons; how could he easily give them up? He understood the principle of accumulating wealth little by little, just as Rome wasn't built in a day.

"Although things have changed, how can one increase lifespan using a magic stone? One can't exactly keep that thing in their mouth. Looks like... I'll have to find some time to ask Old Deng."

After finishing a hard day's work, Ian returned to his room and looked at the magic stone in his hand, pondering with some doubt.

The original book describes how Nicolas Flamel and his wife gained longevity through the Philosopher's Stone, but the specifics of how they did it are not explained in the book, and Ian couldn't guess either.

To put it bluntly, his foundation is still somewhat lacking. After all, he has only been exposed to magic for less than a year. Even if he spends every day in the library, how many books can he actually read?

Thinking of this, he silently glanced at the countdown in his mind: 12:33:19

"Forget it, things will work themselves out. There's no need to worry about this for the time being."

He stopped dwelling on the questions he couldn't understand at the moment and instead focused on cleaning up his infinitely extended backpack. After all, he hadn't just been killing parasites during this time; he had also collected a considerable amount of supplies.

Even though most of them were useless, he still brought them back and piled them up in his backpack until there was hardly any room left to walk.

Without further ado, he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

"Didn't you already finish your outing for the day?" Eileen asked curiously as she watched Ian walk towards the gate with his backpack. This was usually the time for them to chat.

"I'm going to tidy up the space in my backpack. There's so much stuff that it's almost overflowing. I'm planning to build another storage room outside the wall, and I feel like we don't have enough space in our yard right now," Ian said with a hint of helplessness.

"Okay, then be careful. I'll wait for you to come back. Also, leave dinner to me. I haven't been working lately, so I've been reading cookbooks. Let me prepare dinner for you."

Seeing Eileen's expectant expression, Ian couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hand, saying somewhat dejectedly, "Just stop making a fuss. Stay home peacefully, or play with Phoenix for a while. Isn't that better...?"

"It's not like I'm just messing around; I've secretly experimented with it many times these past few days," Eileen retorted, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"Huh? An experiment?" Ian remained noncommittal, but then he inadvertently noticed Eileen's hands; her slender fingers were covered with at least five band-aids...

Perhaps noticing where Ian's gaze was directed, Eileen suddenly felt a little guilty and hid her hands behind her back.

"You... never mind, just wait for me here." Ian wanted to say something, but seeing the other person's pitiful expression, he could only leave it at that and then turned to get the white essence.

"Don't... don't waste these precious magic potions on me. You can save them for later, okay?" Eileen suddenly said with some resistance.

Upon hearing this, Ian was somewhat puzzled. When did this girl become so pretentious?

He said irritably, "First, this potion isn't precious; I have plenty, and I don't need it. Second, this city really only has you and me left, so stop doing these dangerous things, understand?"

"So it's just you... and me left? Okay, I'll listen to you," Eileen replied softly.

"At least you're obedient now, that's right, just wait here quietly." With that, Ian turned to get the potion.

……

The therapeutic effect of dandelion extract is truly remarkable; it was incredibly effective in healing the wound on Eileen's finger.

Looking at her smooth, undamaged fingers, she asked with a hint of anticipation, "Then, can I still cook dinner today?"

Looking at her expression, Ian suddenly didn't know what to say. Why was she so obsessed with cooking? But not wanting to discourage her, he could only compromise:

"Okay, but you have to wait for me to come back. We'll cook together. I'll be in charge of cutting the vegetables, and you just need to focus on the cooking."

"Cooking together...that's great! It's a deal then, I'll be waiting for you to come back," Eileen said suddenly with delight.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had finally agreed, fearing that the girl would go and cause trouble in the kitchen again after he left.

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(End of this chapter)