Chapter 183: I Like Counting the Moon the Most

Time passed quickly for another week.

This period was still calm.

Reading books every day, occasionally chatting with Titus, or talking on the phone with Hermione.

Hermione on the other end of the phone was always chattering while flipping through books, or joking about when he would go to her house to play.

And seeing that there were only two weeks left in the holiday, it was time to face Mr. Granger's trial...

John made an appointment with Hermione to go to her house today.

In the morning, John packed his luggage, tidied up his appearance, and prepared to set off.

Yes, he wasn't just going to play, he was going to stay there for a few days.

Hermione said that everything was arranged, and in order to have fun, naturally, he had to stay there for a few days, and he readily agreed.

Nonsense, could he not agree?

This was a great opportunity to be intimate with Hermione.

Soon he took a taxi alone to the neighborhood where Hermione lived.

Just after getting off the car, he saw Hermione wearing home clothes, standing in front of her small villa, holding Big Orange in her arms, waving at him with a bright smile.

"You finally came, busy man?"

When John came to the front, Hermione said with a smile.

"Of course, I specifically took time out of my busy schedule."

John responded with a very shameless smile.

They talked on the phone almost every day, so even if they hadn't seen each other for a while, they didn't feel estranged.

Hermione rolled her eyes beautifully at his words, too lazy to bicker with him.

She directly stuffed Big Orange into John's arms, then took his suitcase and walked into the house.

"Come in quickly, Mom and Dad went out to work, I'll take you to visit our house first, we'll just deal with two bites at noon."

John followed Hermione with Big Orange in his arms, stepping into Hermione's home for the first time.

The decoration in Hermione's home is mainly simple modern style, with light gray and primary wood colors weaving a warm and rational atmosphere.

The first floor is unremarkable, just a living room, kitchen, dining room, utility room, and two guest rooms.

The several rooms on the second floor are the study, parents' bedroom, Hermione's room, and a south-facing sunroom and small terrace in order.

Hermione didn't arrange him in the guest room on the first floor, but stuffed him into the sunroom next to her room.

Although this room wasn't decorated very richly, it had everything it should have.

Spacious and bright, there was also a small terrace overlooking the garden in the backyard.

But to be honest, he really wanted to live in the guest room on the first floor; it didn't mean anything else, it was just convenient.

Until John discovered that the small terrace actually had an open window, through which he could see a tidy bedroom inside.

And Hermione saw John discover the window and said calmly.

"That's my room, if you want to chat at night, you can come to me directly..."

She paused again, her ear tips slightly red, "Of course, don't mess around, I'm just afraid you won't get used to living here."

Obviously, Hermione arranged it this way on purpose.

She was probably also looking forward to the scene where the two of them whispered by the window in the dead of night.

John blinked, then smiled.

"The terrace is good."

"I like counting the moon on the terrace at night the most."

Hermione:......

"So this is that ancient Runic book you mentioned, it doesn't look very old."

After packing his luggage and having lunch at Hermione's house, John and Hermione sat in the living room downstairs to rest together.

During this time, John took out the ancient magic book he borrowed from Titus's house.

Because he had mentioned this book to Hermione on the phone before, Hermione had been very interested in this book early on.

"Yeah, you say that, have you seen other ancient books?"

John asked casually.

He was currently looking at a cabinet in the living room with many photos.

Most of them were photos of Hermione when she was a child, from the baby in the stroller to the green appearance during her teenage years, each one recording the trajectory of her growth.

It can be seen that even without the existence of magic, in the Muggle world, Hermione was still an excellent girl.

Photo frame, his eyes stayed on a group photo of her elementary school graduation ceremony.

Hermione in the photo stood in the middle, smiling shyly but proudly, beside her were her parents, their eyes full of relief.

Hermione as a child was really cute.

"Unhuh, we have them in our school library, compared to the school's books, this one looks quite ordinary."

Hermione on the sofa also responded casually while opening the book.

Runic is one of her electives, although she can't say she is proficient in every word, she can still understand some basics.

"Is that so, then what are the ancient books in the school written about?"

"Hmm... I don't know how to say it for a while, the content of those ancient books is a bit obscure and difficult to understand."

Hermione pondered for a while, then said slowly.

"I only know that ancient magic and our modern magic are not the same system at all."

"If you want to rely on ancient magic to improve modern magic, I'm afraid it's impossible."

"But if you just want to find some inspiration, you can try it."

John didn't feel surprised hearing Hermione's words.

Because when he borrowed this book, he had chatted with Mr. Claude for a long time and listened to some of his insights on ancient magic.

In general.

The biggest difference between ancient magic and modern magic is the drive.

Ancient magic is driven by strong emotions, such as anger, hatred, love, or sacrifice.

Using these emotions to drive the environment, or the resonance of life, to achieve powerful magical effects.

"Ork logic" in the true sense.

However, modern people seem to lack that ability to resonate, so even if the emotions are in place, they still cannot use ancient magic.

"Anyway, since I have nothing to do, I'll treat it as an extracurricular book."

After looking at the photos, John returned to Hermione's side and sat down, smiling indifferently, and Hermione nodded in agreement.

Hermione continued to read the book in her hand, and relying on her knowledge of Runic, she stumbled and explained the content of the book to John.

Thinking more is a good habit; if you always rely on existing knowledge to maintain the status quo, your brain will become dull.

Occasionally reading this kind of obscure and difficult book can exercise the brain's thinking circuits.

So even if you don't learn anything from the book in the end, the process of reading itself is meaningful.

It's just...

The content above made both of them confused......

What does "drawing primitive energy, leveraging the gaps in natural laws through emotional resonance, thereby allowing the will to leave traces in reality" mean?

This description is no less than letting a modern person absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and then refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into supernatural powers.

It belongs to the kind where you can understand every word, but you can't understand it when put together.

The two looked at each other, and both saw clear stupidity in each other's eyes.

They always felt that they were still missing some key cognitive puzzles; these terms simply couldn't find corresponding concepts in the magic system they understood.

But who were they? Even if they didn't understand, they had to bite the bullet and continue reading.

As the saying goes, men and women work together, and work is not tiring.

Hermione lectured, while John took notes on the key points, waiting to fill them in bit by bit in the future.

They read like this until evening, even when the sound of the key turning in the entrance door came, they didn't notice. ===== CHAPTER 184 =====