Chapter 1262: God of Dreams

The African Magic Realm appears so wild.

Go with the flow.

Ian immediately adapts.

“Alright.”

Ian thanks, and walks along the vine bridge.

The cottage doesn’t look big on the outside, but inside, it’s truly a world apart.

The interior of the cottage is much more spacious and comfortable than it appears from the outside, clearly enhanced by the Traceless Stretching Charm. The furnishings are simple yet complete—a wooden bed with clean linen sheets, a desk, a chair, and a small stone-walled compartment in the corner for washing.

Old, yet unexpectedly neat.

The beast-skin blanket on the bed is thin but free of fleas. There are sprigs of insect-repelling herbs in the ceramic pot on the desk corner, and a faint lemongrass scent permeates the air.

In the corner’s oil lamp pot, a small candle burns quietly, casting gentle light.

“Not bad.”

Ian is quite satisfied with the accommodation conditions. He locks the door, applies some simple alert and Sound Insulation Spells—being cautious is always wise when away from home.

Having done the best precaution work, Ian surveys the surroundings again.

It’s not a luxurious setup, but it’s typical, much like Ian’s familiar Broken Cauldron Bar; most wizard inns have been passed down for many years.

Old, worn, quite simple, characteristic of such inns, most wizards don’t have the Muggles’ habit of enjoying luxury hotels.

“At least it’s not like Brother San’s living conditions; simple doesn’t mean dirty.” Ian reads Magic Newspapers, so he knows Brother San’s wizards and Muggles live in similar environments.

Rats run rampant there, scorpions hide under floorboards, there’s always a stench of decaying water in the air; both Muggles and wizards take it for granted. It could be considered the most unique and bizarre place in the world.

In comparison, this place is simply “comfortable.”

“Stay a few days, I wonder when I can return to my era.”

Ian sighs, feeling quite enriched yet also missing Hogwarts.

He walks to the window.

Outside is an endless rainforest, moonlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows, with leopards growling in the distance and frogs calling. There’s no hum of automobiles, nor light pollution from Muggle cities, only pure, primal silence—a little refining for the mood, making Ian feel somewhat better again.

“Clearly, there’s a trace of Space Magic here.” Ian still remembers staying at an inn in the market; logically, it shouldn’t have such scenery outside.

However.

For wizards, anything’s possible. He seriously studied the magic contained in this inn and quickly confirmed his guess.

It’s indeed linking some environment-rich forest using Space Magic, but it’s just a presentation similar to a clear mirage.

Outside isn’t an actual forest, only Ian can still feel the forest’s aura, breathe the forest air—the magical world is thus enchanting.

Of course.

Because of the inn creator’s limited magical prowess, one can’t reach the forest by flipping out from the window; one might just land in the inn’s yard.

Ian hasn’t verified this, as the inn creator considered this point and set magic on the window; residents can’t perform a flipping operation.

Though such restriction breaks easily for Ian, he’s merely a guest staying here, not someone seeking trouble, so he wouldn’t do things that invite issues.

Perhaps Gryffindor students would be curious to try.

Yet Ian couldn’t be considered a pure Gryffindor student.

“Start learning! Pupils of Ravenclaw need to focus on learning, wherever they might be!” Ian takes several deep breaths of fresh air, then sits cross-legged on the bed.

He takes out the secret text gifted by Caleb, gently stroking its rough beast-skin cover; it feels warm, as if still retaining past owners’ body warmth and wisdom.

Today’s harvest exceeds expectations.

Not only did he acquire key materials to repair the Time Machine, but he also glimpsed a development direction for Human Alchemy—Master Caleb’s legacy is a kind of power deeply embedding into flesh and blood.

“This is rightly another verification of the phrase, ‘Three people walking, one can be my teacher,’—ancestors weren’t wrong.” Ian takes a deep breath and muses.

Faced with those for whom this phrase’s origin is foreign, he turns the pages in an almost pilgrimage-like mood.

The pages aren’t regular paper but rather a thin yet extremely resilient unknown beast-skin, with densely packed ancient texts and highly complex patterns inscribed using special magic ink. He doesn’t fully recognize these texts, but intriguingly, when he concentrates and gazes, they seem to come alive, naturally transmitting their meanings to his consciousness, transcending language barriers.

“An application of Magic Rune comprehension.” Ian quickly immerses himself, akin to a desert traveler long yearning for spring water, greedily absorbing the vast and distinctive knowledge within the book.

[Analyzing ‘Finger Bone Key Engraving’ basic energy circuit construction principles, Alchemy experience value +25!]

[Understanding ‘Life Origin’ and ‘External Magic Rune’ symbiotic harmonization theory, Human Alchemy understanding greatly enhances!]

[Mastering seven basic ‘Bone Rune’ variants and their combination effects, Demonology Skill Level +18!]