Chapter 18 18: Accident! Come sooner than tomorrow!
After the sun rises, Hogsmeade is peaceful and bustling.
Between the villages, a few wisps of smoke rose up, lingering with the morning mist. It was still early, but there were already many wizards wandering around the streets, drinking, fighting, and enjoying themselves leisurely.
The windows of the cabin are not big, but they are inlaid with transparent glass. Whenever the sunlight penetrates the clouds and gently shines, it will cast dappled light and shadow in the house.
A few vines are occasionally wrapped around the window lattice, and a few unknown flowers are dotted among the green leaves, swaying gently in the wind, exuding a light fragrance mixed with a little earthy smell.
"Wash your teeth! Brush your face! Welcome to a new day!"
This is not the second day that Ian came to Hogsmeade Village. In fact, he has been here for several days now. Snape, who had thrown him here, had never been here before.
If Ian's ability to take care of himself was not much higher than that of his peers, for a little boy in his early ten years to live in a strange place, the difficulty would definitely not be lower than that of surviving in the wilderness.
“Eat a honey pie to start a day of self-discipline!”
Ian is already completely familiar with the various environments of this place. He first bought breakfast at Honeydukes Dessert Shop. Went around to the Three Broomsticks bar to buy a glass of lemonade.
"Nice to meet you, little Ian."
The bar owner Rosmerta is a lady who still has charm. Her charm that has accumulated over the years can fascinate many regular customers, but she is obviously not attracted to Ian. to the slightest effect.
He prefers pretty little girls.
"I would also be happy to meet you, Ms. Rosmerta, if you could sell me a glass of butterbeer." Ian's eyes kept staring at the wine cabinet behind Rosmerta.
He has always been interested in butterbeer, which is praised by everyone who drinks it, but unfortunately, after several attempts in the past few days, he has never been able to get what he wanted.
Gold Galleons sometimes lose their effectiveness.
"If you could grow up to be thirteen immediately, I would be very happy to buy you a drink." This was obviously another tactful rejection from Rosmerta to Ian.
“Rules are dead, people are alive, only if you know how to be flexible can you make a lot of money.”
Ian still refuses to give up.
“Your statement is very interesting, but compared to making a lot of money, I think the fine from the Ministry of Magic may be closer to me.”
Rosmerta smiled and handed Ian a glass of lemonade.
Unsweetened lemonade sour Ian facial twist.
Of course he can't blame others.
He can only blame himself for not being able to drink the tea with milk and soup.
“It’s time to sleep! It’s time to sleep! This batch of lemons must have been sprinkled with acidifier!”
Ian's eyes, which were still a little awake, suddenly became much clearer.
"Hahaha, I don't sell those lemons, I just squeezed two more lemons for you!" Rosmerta smiled happily and grabbed the money Ian put on the table.
This is to prevent Ian's possible return behavior.
"..."
Ian faced "full of malice" from adult wizards.
What could he do?
Of course, I could only comfort myself by muttering "I earned 2 lemons", stuffing two Furry Tooth mints into my mouth, and quickly evacuated the lair of this "evil wizard".
He has also become familiar with many shops in the town these days, and he can be regarded as integrating into the environment very quickly. Ordinary young wizards basically do not have his ability to adapt.
Tell the truth.
In fact, Ian has not fully adapted to the lifestyle of wizards here.
Prices are much higher than in the Muggle world.
If it weren’t for the cold gold Galleons left by Snape, he might have been reduced to a little boy selling wild vegetables on the streets. Ron is the kind of person who has to be called pitiful whenever he comes.
"Little Ian, do you want to play a game of wizard chess?"
In addition to shops on both sides of the cobblestone street, there are also some vendors of all kinds, including middle-aged people wearing funny top hats. The young wizard waved to Ian warmly.
He is a chess player who sets up a stall here to play chess and challenge others. The fee is not expensive. One silver can be played in a game. If you win, you can get five silvers from him.
"You should go ahead and trick others, I'm just a child." Ian's eyes only stayed on the moving chess pieces on the table for a moment.
He refused firmly.
The reason is naturally because he has been cheated by chess players several times. This chess player understands psychology and will always give you the feeling that you just want to lose.
Whether it is a newbie like Ian or those who have been immersed in wizard chess for many years, at the end of the game they can only give out a Silver Sickle with a "pity".
At the very beginning.
Ian also thought that he might be an unparalleled wizard chess genius, but ever since he saw an international wizard chess contestant also give Silver Sickle with a "pity", he understood the tricks used by sinister chess players. He never tried to challenge the opponent once again.
"To be honest, you are very talented. If you practice more, you might win."
The voice of the player setting up the chess stall was serious. Ian pretended not to hear.
At a trot, I was away from one of the unforgivable aspects of gambling and drug addiction.
"Fire is raging!"
The voice of the curse sounded.
A flame burst from the tip of the elder wand.
Just as Ian planned.
Back to the cabin.
He then began a day of self-discipline.
He has learned four spells in "Standard Spells: Elementary", namely the lighting spell, the floating spell, the unlocking spell, and the repairing spell, all of which have reached the entry-level level.
What he is practicing now is his fifth spell. It is also one of the few practical spells in the first-grade textbook that can cause some attack effects.
Pyromantic Curse.
It is a spell that can summon flame jets and can be used to ignite things. Most of the time, it is just used to replace Muggles' lighters or flamethrowers.
but.
If the flames released by the curse are sprayed onto a person's body, it will inevitably cause some burns to the person. It is one of the only attack methods available to first-year wizards.
“The flames are raging!”
“The flames are raging!”
“The flames are raging!”
The alternating light of the fire kept flickering.
Ian’s proficiency on his personal panel is also increasing.
[Arsonist Curse (Level 1): 1/100]
When the skills on the personal panel reached the first level, a familiar feeling of fatigue also enveloped Ian's body. He knew I should temporarily stop studying today.
Cleaning and cleaning.
Do some laundry.
There are actually quite a few things that need to be done. Although this kind of life without a TV lacks some of the fun brought by technology, it is also uniquely fulfilling.
When night falls.
Ian went to bed earlier than usual. There is no other reason, because today is that special day again, and he will enter the world of trance and fantasy in his sleep.
“We’ll have to see if Ariana is back.”
As his consciousness crossed a certain boundary in his sleep and entered the world of the dead that was completely isolated from the mortal world, Ian slowly opened his eyes behind the mortal world.
“Huh?”
The scene in front of me slowly became clearer.
However.
Ian did not see the dreamlike grass and sky, nor did he see the tree-lined birds that he was used to welcoming. He seemed to have arrived in a strange place.
A palace.
Magnificent.
After Ian shows up.
Countless pieces of furniture seemed to have come alive, sprouting arms and legs and starting to run away.
"Human! It's human!"
"How scary!"
"Wow!! Help!"
In the midst of extremely noisy chaos.
Only one golden bench remains unchanged.
“This is really... surprising.”
The witch sat on it.
Look up at the visitor.
(End of this chapter)