Chapter 613

Eve of dawn.

Surrounded by the warm hearth fire, Ms. Isolt was telling stories about what had happened on this land; the cold wind made the doors and windows creak, and Sean tied his scarf and listened carefully to Ms. Isolt's voice drifting across the hearth fire.

"... The original hut was built with branches and animal furs, so my lover James decided to help me rebuild a stone hut on the top of Mount Greylock.

He drew a design that looked quite feasible, but when it came to building, he was a Muggle.

And I used magic, and it only took one afternoon to turn the design into reality. We named this hut after my parents' house, also calling it 'Ilvermorny'..."

Ms. Isolt's pearl-colored eyes carried reminiscence.

"So, you have decided to leave?"

Sean picked up the pumpkin juice and asked seriously.

"The eve of dawn is the time for lost people to act."

Ms. Isolt said with implication.

"Flobberworm mucus, lavender, valerian, Forgetfulness Potion, mistletoe berries..."

Sean nodded and began to count the materials needed for the ritual.

He needed to use the materials to carve magic runes and finally use a special spell to complete the rest ritual.

Ms. Isolt watched him count the materials quietly, then cast her deep gaze out the window.

It was all white everywhere, and snowflakes were still dancing.

Inside the house. The silvery-white owl was sleeping on a perch by the fireplace; behind it were all kinds of photos hanging on the wall, and beside it were various bottles and jars; the whole thing looked like a Victorian-era oil painting.

In front of it, a line of sky leaked through the thick curtains, cool and clear like diluted blue ink, the kind of color between night and dawn. It was quiet all around, and only Bai Yi's slow and deep breathing could be heard.

When everything was ready, Sean saw Ms. Isolt reveal a smile:

"Such an alchemy ritual is not simple; you have extremely high alchemy talent, of course, and magical creature talent—the second child to take away a Wampus cat... do Hogwarts wizards perhaps have a unique attraction to Wampus cats?"

Ms. Isolt looked at the magic rune array,

"The magical creatures of Ilvermorny are free; take it away, child. Don't have other worries.

Speaking of Hogwarts, that is a distant symbol; I have never been there. Three centuries... all of me was dedicated to Ilvermorny..."

Ms. Isolt was muttering to herself.

Sean saw the breath he exhaled turn into white mist; he silently opened the Wizard's Book, and the small wooden house was also in the quiet eve of dawn.

He stepped into the small wooden house, took out a photo from inside, and handed it to Ms. Isolt's side.

On the photo was a group photo of the majestic Hogwarts castle in the Great Hall at Christmas.

"Ah..."

Ms. Isolt paused, her smile like a flower, only the light in her eyes dissipated, and her pupils seemed to lose the ability to focus, appearing empty and scattered, looking into the distance for a long time.

"Thank you, child."

She wanted to reach out to touch the young wizard, but could only see the arm pass through.

"Are you... not planning to say goodbye?"

Sean asked.

"I am not good at goodbyes. This is also good; we never say goodbye."

Ms. Isolt said.

And Sean just silently glanced out the window; there, it wasn't just a piece of white snow.

Under the beech tree, there clearly stood an elderly headmaster and an elderly Pukwudgie.

So Sean nodded, preparing to start the ritual, but didn't expect Ms. Isolt not to cooperate, but instead floated to a remote corner of the stone hut.

Sean followed and found a book on the ground—"The Book of Ghosts."

"During the time I became a ghost, I was studying myself all the time, but unfortunately, at the beginning, my wisdom still existed, but not long after, I lost it..."

Ms. Isolt's expression carried memories,

"However, regarding the ultimate death of a ghost, I have done it very perfectly.

You will understand, dear, ghosts cannot die, they can only be trapped in the emotions of the moment of death. Without happiness, after a long time, they will become forgetful and distant; this is an eternal torture.

Completing a ghost's obsession can send them away, and doing this will bring you unexpected benefits."

Ms. Isolt walked into the ritual.

"Is death a great adventure?"

Sean asked suddenly.

"Things that haven't happened, no one knows."

Ms. Isolt said with a smile.

"Alright, goodbye, Ms. Sayre."

Sean said.

A mist rose, and Sean looked at the mist with curious eyes.

"From County Kerry, Ireland, to the Commloghra Valley to North America, all kinds of dangers, passing clouds and smoke.

I and this world... have had lover-like quarrels."

Ms. Isolt's figure became more and more illusory; in the end, she hummed a song in an ancient tune:

"Ilvermorny of Massachusetts, we chose it. We chose it.

Excellent magic school, your walls, protect us.

Days with you, like a dream of Nanke.

You taught us everything about magic.

Now one thing is very clear: no matter where we are, no matter where we are;

Our true home, the one and only home;

Is Ilvermorny—"

In the hut, it was quiet.

Sean heard someone crying; he didn't feel surprised; when someone leaves, someone cries.

Ms. Isolt, she is undoubtedly a qualified headmistress and also an excellent wizard.