The Bard at Hogwarts

Diagon Alley is always bustling during summer vacation, and this bustling sometimes lasts until late at night.

Today is a special case.

It was just getting dark at night, and the entire Diagon Alley seemed to be shrouded in the skirt of Nyx, the goddess of the night. The whole street was not only dark but also cold, and there were not even a few people in sight.

Even if one or two people occasionally pass by, they always look in a hurry.

The Leaky Cauldron.

Although other stores were sampling early, the lights were still on at Old Tom's bar.

He stood behind the bar, wiping the countertop with a vaguely colored rag that had been passed down for who knows how many years. At the same time, his eyes glanced at the two famous figures in the hall from time to time.

The moment Harry saw Fudge, he became obviously nervous. He couldn't understand why his aunt would alert the Minister of Magic if she boasted about being fat? This is a bit bizarre no matter how you look at it.

"Mr. Minister! I didn't mean to use magic outside the school. I..."

"You're fine! Thank God." Fudge interrupted Harry and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

If something really happened to Harry, he would be lucky not to be tried by the Wizengamot, regardless of whether he would be able to become Minister.

"Harry, what did you just say? Bragging about Fat Aunt? It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter."

"It's a trivial matter? So you're here?" Harry's eyes showed confusion. Since it's a trivial matter, why did you come all the way to find him in the middle of the night?

"Oh...haha! This is just a routine check, I'll be leaving in a moment!" Fudge lied skillfully.

"By the way, for your safety... I mean, after you blow your fat aunt, you will stay at Old Tom's place during this period. I will give you a good room until you go to Hogwarts."

As if in a hurry, Fudge turned around and walked towards Old Tom after finishing speaking.

In the bar lobby, Harry was a little in disbelief and even more confused, but the scene before him seemed to be a good sign? Maybe the mistakes he made were easily exposed?

After calming down, I also found that everything I experienced today was weird and bizarre. First, the fat aunt ran away from home, then boarded a bus in a strange way, and finally met the Minister of Magic, who even rented a room in person. …

All the past events flashed through my mind, but somehow I could always think of the black dog I met in the shadows while waiting for the bus on the roadside.

…

Harry finally moved into the Leaky Cauldron under Fudge's arrangement.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning rose from the sea level in the northern hemisphere, the magical world of the entire British Isles exploded.

The entire front page of the "Daily Prophet" was printed with the news of Sirius's escape from prison. There was also a ten-inch photo printed in the center of the page. Sirius was wearing prison uniform and roaring madly.

"Time flies so fast! I really didn't realize it..."

Ino sighed and put down the newspaper in his hand.

I didn’t feel anything like it before, but this time I entered two big worlds one after another and traveled for nearly a year and a half. After I came back, I really felt like I was in another world.

"You said that I want to repay a person's favor. Should I tie up his enemy and hand him over to him, or should I tell him the known clues?"

Ino leaned on the sofa, staring at the light blue ceiling.

After a moment, a voice came from the ceiling:

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

"Yes, there is an answer. Hahahaha..." Ino smiled heartily. Today's Daily Prophet reminded him of how to repay Snape's favor.

A favor should be repaid, whether it was Shen Feng Wu Ying or the small classroom at the back, Snape was always kind to him.

"How are you doing with your research on that flame? Don't tell me to just light a lamp and leave it alone." Lina's cold voice sounded.

"What if not? How can I care? As for the book you read, Master of Fantastic Beasts Newt Scamander, he only described the phoenix in a few words. Without information, how can I research it?"

Ino's tone was a little helpless. The lamp hanging on the red maple tree contained a flame that he specially lit with magic.

The fire of salvation and hope is used to hatch a phoenix. Although it is of no use, hanging here can be regarded as psychological comfort, which is better than nothing.

"You should visit and study! I was... forget it! I just want to tell you that some knowledge will not be printed in books, especially books like this that are for the public."

Lina's tone was somewhat nostalgic, and before Ino could speak, it continued:

"Some ideas, some insights, even some unconfirmed guesses, this knowledge will never appear in public books, and what you need is exactly these things that have not been made public."

"You're right!" Ino nodded affirmatively, "I'm going to write a letter now and find an introducer! There's still time during the summer vacation."

After saying that, he stood up decisively and slowly walked to the desk in front of the window. If you want to visit Newt Scamander, asking the old headmaster to serve as an introduction is undoubtedly the best choice.

Half an hour later.

After a well-worded letter was written, Ino waved his hand, and the owl in the corner of the room flew to the desk.

He now likes the deformed owl given by Professor McGonagall more and more. He does not need to feed it and does not have to worry about getting sick, but it can complete the job of a messenger perfectly.

As the owl gradually disappeared, Ino slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Lina, have you ever wanted to live independently? I mean find a world you like..."

Ino stopped mid-sentence because he was not sure whether Lina could survive in the fantasy world after he left.

Similarly, on the spider web on the ceiling, Lina fell silent after hearing this.

For a long while.

A faint sigh came from the ceiling: "I don't want to lie to you, but let's talk about it later! If possible, buy me some books about blood curses."

"Okay!" Ino said firmly.

He was always grateful to Lina, or the White Witch. Although she had imprisoned him for half a year, she had always treated him with courtesy, especially when she gave him the inheritance of ice and snow magic when she left, which directly opened a road to legend.

There is no such thing as repaying a favor, especially the experience in the fantasy world, which made him care more about the construction of the soul.

"If possible, pay more attention to that flower in the future, connect with it, resonate with it, and perhaps you will gain something unexpected."

"Also... the last magic, try not to use it if you can! It's really too early for you now."

Listening to this thoughtful advice, Ino smiled silently and sighed softly: "Thank you! Although I don't plan to use it, it seems to have appeared."

Just this time, after returning from two worlds, the inheritance of the White Witch, the third magic recorded on the petals, and also the last magic, has emerged in my mind.

Perhaps it is the accumulation of magic power, or perhaps it is some other reason. In short, things are so magical that the magic that once only revealed its name is now clearly visible.