In the Apocalypse, I Can Enter Hogwarts

Chapter 80 Return to Hogwarts

Once he stepped out of the gate and onto the wall, looking at the dense vegetation surrounding him, resembling a primeval forest, Ian had no choice but to resort to the most primitive method—setting it on fire. He immediately drew his wand: "Burning Flames!"

Under the control of magic, the orange flames quickly cleared a large area of empty space. Unlike before when they had deliberately preserved the ashes for planting vegetables, this time, because they were building a warehouse, they had to use a cleaning spell to clean all the dust and impurities off the ground.

Next, they cut the wood, drove in piles, and buried the earth. After making dozens of piles in the same way, a small warehouse with a space of about 100 square meters was built. All the materials that were not needed in the infinitely extended space were put into the warehouse, leaving only piles of gold and jewels.

That's right, jewelry and gold. Ian realized he had made an extremely absurd mistake: he had been ignoring the precious metals and jewelry in the post-apocalyptic world. Admittedly, paper money here is worthless, but gold and jewelry will always retain their value, no matter where you are.

Actually, upon careful consideration, he realized that the main reason was that it was his first time traveling through time. He arrived at Diagon Alley empty-handed, and with nothing to his name, he had no choice but to honestly choose to work and earn money.

This led to preconceived notions that money could only be earned in the magical world, causing people to overlook the greatest resource in the apocalypse.

So these hunting trips led him to rob countless jewelry stores and even the underground vaults of two small banks.

Looking at the ten cubic meters of gold in his backpack and the mountain of jewelry, Ian felt that he had almost achieved financial freedom.

He even considered buying a house of his own in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade during this summer vacation, renting out the downstairs or turning it into a candy store or potions store, and even considering buying a few more house-elves.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have a place to call his own in the magical world. Due to the inertia of traditional thinking from his previous life, he always believed that only by having his own house could he be considered to have taken root here.

After tidying everything up, he clapped his hands and prepared to return. After all, he had agreed to make dinner with Eileen, and he couldn't go back too late.

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The dinner was warm and peaceful, lasting for two hours. Ian did most of the talking, while Eileen listened quietly, but they both felt very relaxed together.

Ian took out his pocket watch, checked the time—9:25 PM—and said, "It's getting late. I think we should wash up and get some rest."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, causing the used tableware to wash itself in the sink and then automatically return to its original place. After finishing all this, he watched Eileen go upstairs before returning to his room, closing the door, and quietly waiting for the countdown to end, preparing to go to Hogwarts once again.

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00:00:00……

In the Ravenclaw bedroom, Ian opened the bed curtains and looked around blankly, unsure of what to do next.

It's no wonder he reacted this way, given how many things had happened in the past month since the apocalypse: the deciphering of the magic stone, the appearance of extremely harsh weather, and the emergence of a special parasite that mutated for unknown reasons... In short, all sorts of things came one after another, as if they were lined up in a queue.

Ian casually grabbed a bottle of vitality tonic from the bedside shelf, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one gulp. The cool liquid slid down his throat, and soon it took effect, restoring his energy.

He quickly got up and went to his desk in the dormitory, where he spread out a blank sheet of parchment to plan out his schedule for the month.

"A thousand words are in my heart, but not a single one is written down. This month's plan..." Ian sat in his chair, propping his head up with his hand, staring blankly at the blank parchment before him.

"Oh right, the camera, and the developing solution. I can't break my promise." Suddenly, Eileen's expectant and hopeful eyes flashed into his mind. If he really forgot about this, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Soon, a line of small print appeared on the empty parchment: "1. Buy a camera, and while you're at it, find out where to buy developing solution."

Perhaps this entry was a key, instantly unlocking Ian's somewhat sluggish thinking, allowing his brain to start functioning again, and continuing to write along the lines of the previous entry:

"2. Ask Old Deng about the magic stone, and see how to use it to extend life. 3...."

Ian sat down at his desk and wrote furiously for about half an hour, listing more than a dozen items... including buying gifts for his friends for Christmas.

He didn't realize it until he did the math; after calculating, he discovered that he had unknowingly formed his own little circle at Hogwarts.

Unlike when he first arrived in Diagon Alley, where he only had Old Tom and Mrs. Malkin in his circle, he has now made many friends after living here for a few months. If you think about it carefully, he will need to prepare 8-9 Christmas gifts alone.

After everything was written, Ian sat quietly to the side, waiting for the ink on the parchment to dry completely.

"Hey buddy? No classes today..." Andrei peeked out from under the bed curtains, asking sleepily. But looking at Ian, who was all washed and dressed, he said somewhat uncertainly, "No classes, right? Or am I mistaken..."

Ian watched this scene with amusement, as if it transported him back to his school days. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Go to sleep peacefully. Have you forgotten that, apart from Charms, Divination, and Fantastic Creatures Conservation, which are taught at the same time, all other classes are taught at different times? So even if there are classes, they are only for me."

"Oh... then I'm going to sleep." After hearing this, Andrei pulled his head back into the bed curtains. A few minutes later, the sound of his even breathing could be heard from inside.

"A half-grown boy, all he can do is eat and sleep," Ian thought to himself.

After putting away the parchment, I checked the time; it was about 7:30, and breakfast was already being served in the auditorium.

Compared to Andre, who can sleep in late, Ian really has a class waiting for him, and it's the kind of class where he can't be late.

With that thought in mind, he quietly left the dormitory alone.

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