Sending a Letter

Chapter 55 Sending a Letter

Time passed by casually, and the class was nearing its end. Ian also took the time to look at the potions that others had brewed. Most of them were acceptable, and the few that were of poor quality were simply failed brewing attempts, not accidents.

At this moment, Ian was incredibly grateful that he hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor; otherwise, a Potions class wouldn't be complete without a few unexpected incidents.

After the bell rang, unlike the previous Charms class, Ian was in no hurry to leave this time. Instead, he pretended to tidy up his textbooks and waited until everyone else had left before coming to Snape.

The reason for doing this was because Snape's eyes clearly conveyed something to him when class ended.

Through their long time together, he came to fully understand the professor's personality: proud and aloof, he would not use words to express himself if he could use his eyes, and he would never say four words if he could say three.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape!" Ian said, then stood quietly to the side.

After a few seconds of silence, Snape said calmly in his unchanging tone, "I had something come up this Wednesday, so the time has been changed to tonight."

"I understand, Professor. Thank you for your guidance," Ian replied readily.

Ian sensed the other party's goodwill. Although it was only a few words, the fact that the obviously aloof Snape had gone out of his way to explain the situation to him was already a sign that he had been recognized by the other party.

Don't linger if there's nothing else to say. This was a rule Ian had learned from his interactions with Snape: if you have something to say, say it; if not, don't bother him. After confirming that Snape had nothing else to say, he gave a slight bow and left the Potions classroom.

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After having a simple lunch in the auditorium, Ian returned to his dormitory. Compared to the more reasonable schedules of others, his schedule was somewhat unusual because his Charms class had been moved to the third year.

The most obvious example is today. When I'm busy, I'm swamped with two long classes in the morning. When I'm free, I'm bored out of my mind, with no classes scheduled for the entire afternoon.

Back in his dorm, Ian decided to take a nap first, as it's not easy to change a habit formed over many years.

Before that, however, he planned to write a letter. He hadn't had the adorable grey owl deliver any mail since he bought it from the owl post office.

He remembered reading a quote on a forum in his previous life: "If you don't send a letter by owl when you travel to the Harry Potter world, then it's not a true travel."

Ian agreed, because the whole story began with an owl delivering a magical letter, which slowly set off this fantastical journey to find love.

As for who to send it to, Ian already had a target in mind: Hermione Granger, the know-it-all. The message was an invitation to study Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Notebook together.

Although he had already thoroughly understood the contents of the notes, he still wanted to ask Hermione to study them together before returning them to Professor McGonagall, as a way of doing her a favor. He could also take this opportunity to chat with Hermione and give her the two pairs of silk stockings he had bought at Hogsmeade.

It must be said that magic is amazing. Unlike a copy of a Muggle book, those magical notebooks written by powerful wizards are often imbued with magical power.

The most fundamental function of this magic is to make it easier and more intuitive for the person reading the notes to understand what the author wants to convey.

This is why some dark magic books in the restricted section of the library always emit a devilish whisper, enticing wizards to read them; it's the same principle.

This further demonstrates Hogwarts's profound heritage, as the library's collection consists of original works by the authors, supplemented with powerful magical texts, which are fundamentally different from books copied and reprinted by publishers.

Although by normal time calculations, Ian and Hermione had only met two days ago, they had actually been apart for a long time. After a full month of living in the apocalypse, he had begun to miss this proud and adorable girl.

Blow the ink off the parchment, then seal it up and call out to Lilies, who have been waiting nearby.

Yes, that's the name Ian gave to his owl, the Greywood Owl. He wasn't trying to mock Snape; he just thought it sounded nice.

Strangely enough, it seems that owls in the magical world can read their master's mind. When he started writing a letter, this owl, which was usually kept in the dormitory and only knew how to sleep, obediently flew to Ian's side and waited for its master to assign it a task.

After Ian tied up the letter and watched Lily leave, he turned over and lay down on the bed, ready to get a good night's sleep.

At this moment, he increasingly felt that the advantage of this era was its slow and peaceful pace of life. If you want to communicate with each other, fine, then send a letter, and then don't have to think about anything, just wait patiently for the other party to reply.

While the convenient communication of the previous life is gone, so are all the distracting and restless things.

Ian knows this all too well. There was a time when he also texted a girl he liked and then tossed and turned waiting for her reply. That feeling of restlessness was really unbearable.

Even though they know there will be a voice notification after the other party replies, they still choose to pick up their phones every 30 seconds or even less to check. If the other party doesn't reply within half an hour, they will start to speculate.

In short, one's entire mind is focused on that small box, leaving no room for anything else.

"In the past, carriages and horses moved slowly, and letters took a long time to arrive... Even the locks of the past were beautiful..."

Ian drifted off to sleep alone, humming Mr. Mu Xin's poems.

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Ian slept for nearly three hours, only waking up after the sun had shifted some distance from the central meridian.

After bringing the letter back, Lily obediently squatted on her shelf without disturbing Ian's afternoon nap. When she saw him wake up, she rushed to the bedside and stretched out her left leg, which was tied with the letter.

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