Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 96 The Gift of Nature

At the tip of the moon, a nightingale pressed its chest against a rosebud, and a melodious song sounded, and the thorns under the flowerbud pierced in bit by bit.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound, but the flower buds seemed to be a little redder again.

Ike slowed down and approached quietly.Nightingale didn't seem to notice it, and still sang loudly.

Don't dare to reach out, "Curses and Curses Breaking Curses" does not contain any records about this strange magic ceremony. Ike doesn't know what the consequences will be if it gets involved, and it may cause huge damage to this poor little guy.

Fortunately, it seemed that the flower buds would take some time to bloom, and Nightingale could still be saved.

After staying under the oak tree for about four or five hours, the nightingale finally seemed to stop singing.These few hours have made Ike exhausted enough, his hand has been sticking to the trunk, guiding the magic power silently, which more or less made the oak tree relax.

At least that's the message Oak is sending back.

Suddenly, Nightingale stopped abruptly.The little guy sang all night and spent another night of hard work. He almost lost his grip on the tree trunk, and he flapped his wings twice to stabilize himself.

Ike hurried forward and grabbed Nightingale carefully. The little guy was obviously frightened, but it was too weak, and stopped after struggling a few times.

"Hey, baby, I won't hurt you..." Ike slowly spread his left hand, opened the bottle cap with one hand with his right hand, and brought the mouth of the bottle to Nightingale's head.

"You can feel it...here, this is a good thing, drink more..."

Nightingale seemed to have noticed something, perhaps out of instinct, she felt that the liquid in the transparent bottle in front of her was good for her.Looking back at Ike with an encouraging look on his face, it took a while to stick his head in.

The white fresh juice has a very powerful effect, and Ike can clearly feel that Nightingale's condition is getting better.

The little guy is not big, only the size of an adult's palm, but he can't drink it after drinking for a while.But it was very lively. It jumped a few times in Ike's hands and raised its head and screamed a few times, showing ease and joy.

"I'll put this bottle on it..." Ike pointed to a thick branch above the oak tree, "so that when you're done, you can fly up and drink it yourself."

Nightingale seemed to understand, flapped her wings and flew up, and landed directly on the branch that Ike had just pointed to.

"That's right, that's right! That's right there!" Ike first put the cap on the bottle tightly and put it in his pocket, hugged the tree trunk a few times before climbing up, took out the rope he had prepared earlier to tie the bottle, and then opened the cap .

"I'll replenish the white fresh juice inside, it's definitely enough for you to drink." Ike gently wiped Nightingale's head with his fingers, "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"Oh, by the way, I'll introduce you to a new friend..." Moving his shoulders, Jimmy rubbed his eyes and crawled out of Ike's collar, obviously woken up.

Nightingale was startled by Jimmy, jumped to hide behind the bottle, and tilted her head to look over.

"It's called Jimmy, and it will stay here these days to ensure that the bottle will not fall." Ike said, and took Jimmy down.

He wasn't worried about Jimmy's relationship with the nightingale at all. Bowtruckles were natural tree guardians, nature's darlings. Except for the insects that harmed the trees, they didn't hurt the birds that occasionally rested on the trees.

Moreover, the nightingale in front of him could no longer be regarded as an ordinary bird, it already possessed some magical properties.

Maybe when the red rose is in full bloom, it will turn into a magical animal.

Sure enough, after a while, Jimmy and Nightingale seemed to have become good friends. The two little guys were jumping around next to the bottle, very happy.

Secretly relieved, Ike quietly climbed down from the tree.After almost a night outside, I was really tired.

Going straight back to the room, the whole person lay down on the bed, fell asleep after a while, and it was almost noon when he woke up again.

After a big yawn, Ike rubbed his eyes and walked out, still a little dazed after washing up.

This feeling is very familiar to him, and it is a reaction to the consumption of too much magic power.

Replenishing the magic power of the oak tree is not an easy task. It is just a nascent magic plant, and its magic power is very poor in guiding. It is very good to input ten magic power and get two points.

That's where Ike comes in.

Not only must he maintain the input of magic power, but he must also guide the magic power that has not been absorbed by the oak tree not to dissipate, but to continue to attach to the trunk.Although it is not difficult to do this with Ike's current magic control, it can't last for a long time.

After eating lunch in a daze, Ike finally recovered.Ignoring those enthusiastic little Douding, she sneaked back to the room and continued to sleep.

It will continue at night.

In this way, Ike eats and sleeps during the day, sleeps and eats, replenishes the magic power for the oak guide at night, and plays with Jimmy and Nightingale by the way. After a boring and fulfilling week, he finally waits for the red rose to bloom.

It was a night with a full moon in the sky, and when the bud watered by the nightingale's painstaking efforts finally bloomed, wisps of light red halo fell on the petals.The light was like fog, and it lingered on the petals for a long time before it slowly melted in.

The nightingale sang loudly, and under the rescue of the white fresh juice, she didn't die straight away as before. Instead, she flapped her wings and danced a strange dance around the red rose.

Sometimes it hovers, sometimes it pulls up, sometimes it dives, and it even flops a few times on its belly.Along with the singing, a lot of white mist appeared on the red rose, slowly enveloping the nightingale.

This was obviously a good thing, and Nightingale became even happier, and even Jimmy leaned over and sucked some quietly.

The white mist slowly disappeared, and the feathers on Nightingale's body slowly changed color.The gray and white feathers gradually fade away, leaving only dazzling white, which looks very beautiful.

A strand of bright red blood-like feathers suddenly sprang out from the top of the head, like a dull feather, moving back and forth with the nightingale's flight, very cute.

Stretching out her hand, Nightingale landed directly on it, rubbing her head against her fingers, looking very intimate.

Ike was taken aback. He clearly felt that there was a lot of magic in the nightingale's body. As expected, the nightingale became a magical animal.

It confirmed his conjecture.

The birth of the red rose was both a crisis and an opportunity for Nightingale.Under various chances and coincidences, it condensed the red rose with singing and painstaking efforts.

If you can't make it through, there is only death; but if you make it through, the red rose will also give a gift to Nightingale.

This may be the first nightingale to survive in history. After all, the birth of this kind of red rose is very rare, and even fewer people can witness it with their own eyes.Even if it was discovered, it was by accident, and the nightingale at that time was often on the verge of death, returning to heaven countless times.

What's more, with the wizard's arrogance, Nightingale might be just a "sacrifice" in their eyes.

"Okay, okay, little guy..." Ike comforted Nightingale, slowly placed it on his shoulder, and took Jimmy from the tree to accompany it, then carefully picked off the red rose Put it in the box that was prepared earlier.

This thing Ike has found a place for it, and will call Stuart tomorrow to borrow his owl.

Leaving school, apart from not being able to use magic, this is a bit troublesome.

(End of this chapter)