The Bard at Hogwarts

Time is fair, it will not favor anyone, nor will it stop for anyone.

Time is also fickle, every minute and every second is quietly changing the world.

Just when the Weasley family was traveling in Egypt, the British Ministry of Magic was overcast.

To be precise, the office of the Minister of Magic was overcast.

Fudge sat on a backrest chair made of dragon skin, his whole face was gloomy and terrible. Half an hour later, he received a message from Azkaban that the infamous Sirius had escaped from prison.

Of course, this is not a big deal in itself, just blame it on the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. After all, the public does not care about the truth, they just want an explanation, or just want to see someone get unlucky because of it.

But now it is not easy to blame it, because he just went to Azkaban for inspection yesterday morning, and even gave Sirius a newspaper in a friendly way.

This should have been a glorious thing that added points. In fact, after the incident was reported this morning, the Minister's office did receive some letters of praise.

Most of them were letters written by ancient pure-blood families, praising the Ministry of Magic for treating the last blood of the Black family well.

However, just one day later, everything has changed dramatically.

"I asked you to come to the meeting, not to be silent birds, what's the point of not speaking? Are you all waiting to see me laugh?"

In the office, Fudge looked at the two people opposite him with a gloomy face, Amelia Bones, Director of the Law Enforcement Department, and Gadwin Robards, Director of the Auror Office.

However, he was still silent in response.

"Okay! Don't think about having an easy life before I fall. Really! I mean what I say."

Seeing Fudge's timid appearance, Emilia looked aside with contempt. The Ministry of Magic only has seven departments, and each director is powerful.

Minister? Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the minister is high above, but in the eyes of the director, it is just a synonym.

Emilia's contemptuous look was seen by Fudge, but he could do nothing about it. The minister had no right to dismiss the director.

The Minister of Magic only has the right to propose a dismissal, and then the remaining six directors vote, and only when more than half of them agree, can a director be dismissed.

However, the pure bloods are intertwined, unless they really do something that harms the interests of the public, they will not be dismissed even if they are hated by the heavens and the people, at most someone will come out to take the blame.

Fudge did not pay attention to Emilia, and turned his eyes to the director of the Auror Office.

Looking at Fudge's eyes that wanted to bite people, Robards was also bitter. Unlike his own director's calmness, he, a small office director, could not withstand the pressure of the minister at all.

"All our Aurors have been sent out, including this year's interns, and the approximate range has been confirmed, but it really takes time to find Sirius, Mr. Minister!"

Robards carefully said his arrangements and plans.

"Of course I know it takes time!" Fudge slammed the table angrily, and the huge sound echoed in the office.

"I must see Sirius tomorrow morning at the latest. It's a must! Even if you bring me a broken body, it doesn't matter. Do you understand me, Mr. Robards?"

"I understand!" Robards nodded slightly, and a hint of sternness flashed in his eyes.

Just when the three were about to reach an agreement, a paper plane flew leisurely to the large desk.

Unlike usual procrastination, Fudge opened it and checked it immediately.

Time passed quietly.

For a long time.

"It can't be hidden anymore! Contact the Daily Prophet and immediately announce the news of Sirius's escape from prison. Someone saw him in London. Not only was he attacked, but his wand was even stolen!"

Fudge sat decadently in a chair, feeling much older in an instant.

...

Time passed.

Just when the Ministry of Magic was about to release the news.

Ino sat in the shelter and stared at a luxurious and beautiful long sword.

Spending a full 20,000 gold coins, he bought the magic weapon Snow Dance.

However, the curse and resentment on the blade left him helpless. He tried all the magic he could use, but it still had no effect.

Such a weapon would cause a lot of trouble if it was used, let alone taken out. Wizards are born with a keen sense.

"Lina, you said this curse..." Ino turned his head and looked at his side.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a cold voice:

"Don't look at me! I'm just an eight-eyed giant spider, what else can I do?"

"Then I'll find a way myself!" Ino lowered his head again and used his magic wand to draw across the blade inch by inch.

"Hey!" With a sigh, Lina took eight long steps to the front of the long sword.

"Aren't you good at telling stories? Tell it some sweet love stories, maybe it will work, who knows."

"Oh!" Ino nodded silently.

However, this simple answer annoyed Lina on the side.

"What are you saying? I don't want to hear a story, it's the resentment attached to the blade. You can try this method. Otherwise, you can use the flame in the oil lamp to roast it, but it may also cause irreversible damage."

But burn it with fire? Ino glanced at the oil lamp hanging on the maple tree, shook his head and refused:

"Sorry, Lina. I was a little perfunctory just now, but I think neither storytelling nor burning with fire is very reliable. Forget it, just leave it!"

He no longer struggled to remove the curse of resentment. After all, it was just an interesting toy. He didn't really intend to learn from Gandalf to fight the enemy with a long sword in his hand.

"It's up to you! If not, just hang it up as a decoration. It's quite beautiful anyway."

Although Lina had an indifferent tone, she was not delayed at all in her actions. Spit out the spider silk and weave an icy blue scabbard in a few seconds.

…

The knife was hung on a thick branch on the other side of the maple tree.

After doing all this, Ino looked at the suitcase inadvertently.

"Lina, how many Acromantulas are there in the box now? Is there enough room inside?"

Although Dumbledore helped expand the space of the box with the Invisible Extension Spell on the tower on the last day before summer vacation, he was still a little worried. After all, the Acromantula was famous for its high productivity.

"Four hundred and twenty young spiders, about two thousand juvenile spiders, and the rest are all spider eggs. I haven't counted them."

Sure enough, Lina's answer confirmed his guess, but this amount...

Suddenly, Ino seemed to remember something and turned his head suddenly: "How long have you been in the box during this time?"

"How long?" Lina's tone was hesitant, as if she was calculating something.

"Two years? Or less than two years, that's about it. After all, the Acromantula's reproduction cycle is constant."

Hearing this, Ino looked at Lina with an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, I was careless. Just stay outside from now on. No one will notice if I use the shrinking spell."