Perhaps it was the influence of magic, and when Ike came to the oak tree, he could clearly feel that the tree conveyed a sense of intimacy and urgency to him.

With his right hand on the trunk of the tree, silently working his magic, Ike slowly closed his eyes.

"Now, tell me, what's going on......"

"Oh?"

"Nightingale?"

Ike frowned slightly, which was not a good sign.

Before the wizarding world, the Nightingale was a pleasant ornamental pet to Ike, but in the wizarding world, it is an extremely rare non-magical animal capable of elicit magical reactions.

And this kind of magic reaction is simply unpredictable.

Although in most cases it was uneventful, it was clear that Ike was dealing with a special nightingale.

According to the feedback given by the oak tree, this nightingale has been here for more than a month, and when it chirps, it will cause the magic to converge unconsciously. It's not just magic, it's also the life force of the oak tree.

"It's ...... Rosebush? ”

Ike's pupils narrowed, which explained why a decades-old oak tree gave it a dying feeling. It can be said that about 60% of the vitality and magic of the oak tree are concentrated on the abrupt rose bud growing on the trunk in front of you.

Looking at the budding appearance, it is not far from the day of blooming.

"Rose?" Julianne looked at the flower bud in front of her, which obviously shouldn't have appeared, and was puzzled, "Little Ike, how could an oak tree bloom a rose?" ”

"Huh? Or is it red? ”

"It's all right, Julianne's mother." Ike pulled a small smile on his face, "It's not going to make a difference to us, I'll take care of it." ”

"Alright then, little Ike." Julianne was relieved when she heard this, "Then please." ”

Not lying, the birth of the Red Rose does not cause any trouble to the orphanage, but it will cause some trouble in itself.

To have one of these red roses, you need a nightingale that can guide magic to sing in a fixed place every night, so as to ensure that magic and life force converge in one place. If one of them is not in that fixed place on one day, the gathered magic and life force will disperse when the sun rises the next day.

This alone is very difficult for animals that only have instincts, after all, they have no subjective consciousness, and they are uncontrollable when they chirp.

Of course, it is true that a nightingale can be controlled to accomplish this step with the Snatching Charm, but unfortunately, this must be done voluntarily.

The nascent bud is an extremely rare magical material, and if it is plucked and cultivated carefully at this time, it will produce white flowers. Ingesting it will slowly heal damage from the Dark Arts.

And if it is not plucked, the nightingale will treat the bud as her own child, and water it night and night with song and painstaking efforts. At this time, when the buds are ripe, they will bloom bright red flowers.

This red rose is no longer a healing relic, but a curse of its own.

Mash the flowers, just add a little bit to the red wine for the curse to take effect.

The person who drinks it will immediately empathize with the loved one, and the drinker will not notice it in the slightest.

Unless you can drink wine with red rose powder again.

Yes, a very "evil" curse, and it is also harmless. It's just that if you want to snatch love, it is more effective than aphrodisiac.

After all, the chances of a red rose being born are so low that they are rarely known.

Ike knew, and it was Julian's blessing.

In the orphanage, there is a book called "A Complete Book of English Fairy Tales", which contains many folk tales in addition to the world-famous fairy tales such as Peter Pan, the Giant, the Chocolate Factory, and Wonderland. One of them, "The Nightingale and the Rose", tells the story of a nightingale who chooses to pour out the most beautiful red rose at midnight with her own efforts and singing in order to let a young man chase the girl he loves.

At the end of the story, the boy shows his love to the girl with a red rose watered with nightingale's blood, but only gets the girl's ridicule, and the boy turns against the girl. As for the nightingale, she died at the moment when the red rose bloomed.

The whole story is very bloody, and it is also a very inconspicuous one of the many bloody fairy tales in "England Fairy Tales", which belongs to the kind of story that you may forget after reading it. But it was such a bloody story that was recorded in the first draft of Professor Wendik Winredian's book "Curses and Curse Cracking".

This first draft, which is included in the Forbidden Books section, contains a number of strange and evil curses such as the Pharaoh's Curse, as well as curses such as the Red Rose, in addition to published curses such as the Leg Lock Curse and the Curse of the Solution.

It was only when I saw this Ike that I knew that those fairy tales that have been handed down in the world are not just fairy tales.

If Ike hadn't seen the red rose, it would probably have withered after blooming, turning into spring mud to feed the oak tree, and the ignorant nightingale would have died inexplicably. But now that Ike found out, all of this could have been avoided.

The life force and magic of the oak tree will be replenished, and the nightingale will not die.

All it takes is to give the nightingale a healing spell and feed it a little white juice before the red rose blooms.

Ike, on the other hand, harvests an extremely rare red rose.

Ike had thought about its usefulness, and everything was waiting for it to ripen and bloom.

Patting the hard-working oak tree, Ike returned to his room with peace of mind. As soon as he threw his luggage into the room, he ran out, and he hadn't packed it yet, but he had just cleaned up, and it was almost lunchtime when he had finished packing.

Ike's return is a delight for the little Douding in the orphanage, after all, he is the only student to be admitted to a London school for so many years, and London is a wonderful place for these children who grew up in Gloucester. Even though Ike had been pestered to say some "London" stories last year, the little beans were still not satisfied.

The whole lunch time passed in the little bean that satisfied these curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and Ike finally ushered in a little respite. When dinner came, it was time for the peers and older siblings who had stayed at school in Gloucester.

Older people have different concerns about the problem, and of course the problem is more difficult. The way you ask questions that you don't stop saying a word reminds Ike of some unbearable past.

Thankfully, all the problems ended with the end of dinner, and Ike coped with it well.

After returning to the room and resting for a while, when a pleasant birdsong was faintly heard outside the window, Ike took a bottle of white fresh juice and quietly left the room.

There was no way, there was no way to use magic outside of school, so I had to feed the nightingale more.

The effect is the same for the left and right.