The Bard at Hogwarts

In June, the temperature in London gradually became hotter.

South Thames, Cheltenham College Primary School.

At 4 pm, after finishing a day's class, the students walked out of the school gate in a burst of laughter.

Under the shade of a tree not far from the school gate.

"Miss Winnie, judging from the result of the divination, you will most likely not get the love you expect before graduation."

Ino glanced at the number thrown by the dice on the ground and said apologetically.

After hearing such an answer, the girl's immature face was full of disappointment.

"No harvest... OK! Anyway, thank you for your divination! Mr. Swinburne."

Perhaps, such a result seemed to be within her expectations. Her good family education prevented her from making meaningless entanglements. After paying a pound, she turned around and left.

As the girl gradually walked away, Ino, who had been apologetic just now, now showed a maturity that was not in line with her age.

"Hey! Boy..."

He skillfully collected the banknotes left by the girl, then bent down and carefully picked up the dice that fell on the ground.

After doing all this, Ino continued to sit on his small stool, waiting for the next customer to come.

...

Some people say that the main theme of the June graduation season is mostly farewell and sadness, but this may only be suitable for most people...

After all, there are always one or two exceptions in a big forest.

"It's finally over..."

As the bell rang for the last class, Hermione quickly packed up her belongings and left the classroom without looking back.

The whole process did not show any nostalgia.

Compared with the parting melancholy of others, graduation is more like a relief for her, allowing her to finally stay away from those "classmates" who look stupid but are actually not smart at all.

Walking out of the classroom, Hermione walked along the familiar path, looking straight ahead, as if everything around her could not affect her mind.

This scene, in the noisy environment, seems very different.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

The moment Hermione walked out of the school gate, she seemed to be freed from restraints. She no longer looked straight ahead, but subconsciously looked towards the shade of the tree opposite.

Sure enough, in a familiar place, she saw a familiar figure again, and Hermione unconsciously smiled.

Just looking from a distance... I found that the other person was smiling and talking to a sturdy girl.

That intimate look made the smile that just rose on the corner of Hermione's mouth disappear in an instant like snow under the rising sun.

"You obviously like reading so much, but you cheat everywhere..."

The current scene made Hermione bite her lips unhappily, and she felt a little indignant.

...

The whole thing started two years ago.

At that time, including the primary school of Cheltenham College, there were four or five primary schools around. Every weekend after school, a boy who claimed to be a fortune teller often appeared.

He wandered between these primary schools, and always stayed not far from the school gate, using a dice to predict and tell fortunes for people, thereby earning the few pocket money of the students.

Even though many people praised the accuracy of divination, Hermione still believed that it was just luck, or probability statistics...

Although she had never done divination once.

However, she thought it was really ignorant to use a dice to predict the future. Perhaps only a real fool would choose to believe it.

"It's just relying on good looks to deceive those crazy girls..."

Having said that, Hermione still didn't move her feet. Instead, she stood there and watched for a while before leaving with satisfaction.

...

The afternoon sun shone through the treetops.

Ino sat on his little stool, with mottled light and shadow shining on his cheeks. His amber pupils were more crystal clear under the refraction of light.

Just looking at these eyes, people can easily forget all their troubles. The bright eyes always reveal innocence... That feeling is like a newborn baby, pure and clean.

A head of short black hair spread lazily, reflecting the luster of obsidian under the sunlight.

After a long time.

Ino looked at the school gate that was gradually closing in the distance, and after feeling that there would be no more business coming, he got up and packed his bag.

It was called a bag, but it was just an old faded folding stool and a yellowed linen tablecloth.

Ignoring the strange looks around him, he put all the items into the canvas bag on his shoulder, and then turned around and left leisurely.

As he moved, the simple wind chimes made of shells tied to the canvas bag made a jingling sound.

...

Half an hour later.

Ino carried two bags of food back to his residence, a natural bridge hole on the Thames.

"Three months... Counting the days, it's almost time for the next time to travel."

Sitting under the bridge hole, Ino played with the dice in his hand while secretly calculating the time.

Seriously speaking, he was not from this world. To be precise, he should be a traveler from the far east, who woke up and became a glorious abandoned baby in England.

But after spending 10 years in the orphanage, he also had his own golden finger.

Ino clearly remembered that on his 10th birthday two years ago, he strangely entered another world.

Since then, he has been able to go to that magical place every once in a while.

It is magical because there are always different legends, fairy tales, and folk stories there.

In Ino's opinion, his golden finger is more like an alternative travel agency, or a life experience museum.

After all, he has always been a pure passerby to travel in that world of various forms. There are no tasks, no plots, and no so-called systems.

And the time of entry is always uncertain.

Sometimes there will be an interval of one or two weeks, and sometimes a few months... The time spent in it is even more different, from the shortest one or two weeks to the longest half a year.

In short, the main point is to go with the flow.

What is even more outrageous is the way to enter the fantasy world. To be honest, this is what gives him the most headache.

I remember a very strange time. It was on the way to the toilet. The next second after I opened the door, I walked into a vast and traceless jungle...

Of course, even if all this is full of randomness, Ino is also very clear that relying on this miracle, at least he can live a very comfortable life in the future.

You have to know that all fairy tales, legends, and folk tales, although generally recognized as the most unreasonable and illogical, are undeniably powerful.

…

Two years of travel, countless attempts and explorations.

Ino has also figured out some simple rules, and now he can gain some benefits for himself in the fantasy world.

For example, the dice he often uses for divination.

Of course, it is precisely because of his ability to start a wonderful journey that he has to hang out in major libraries in London all year round, staying there all day to recharge himself.

It is worth mentioning that after experiencing the fantasy journey for the first time, he chose to leave the welfare home where he had lived for 10 years after careful consideration.

After all, a trip lasts from a few weeks to half a year... If he comes a few more times, it will be hard not to be discovered.

Especially for a teenager, it is a period of rapid physical development. In a few months or half a year, there will be too many changes.

If he really wants to be noticed by someone with a heart, there is no second possibility for an orphan with no power except being sliced ​​and studied.

However, fate always plays a joke at the right time.

The two worlds are like independent spaces that never intersect. Because no matter how long he stays in the fantasy world, the original world is only a moment.

The most intuitive result is that he has lived and traveled in the fantasy world for many years, but he is still an 11-year-old boy in reality.

Having said that, Ino does not regret his choice. Compared with the welfare home that is constrained everywhere, he enjoys the free life at present more.

When he has no money, he goes to the nearby primary school and sets up a stall to tell fortunes for students. In his spare time, he goes to the bookstore to buy books to pass the time. His life is quite good.

New book release, new journey, thank all new and old readers for their support.