The Bard at Hogwarts

August 21, 1993.

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, Ino had lived in Newt's manor for more than half a month.

During this period, they exchanged knowledge about magical animals as much as possible.

Early in the morning, in the restaurant.

After eating the last golden fried dumpling, Ino took the napkin next to him and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Sir! I have to go back!"

"Isn't there still two weeks before school starts?" Newt was a little surprised.

"Yes, two weeks." Ino sighed.

"But I still need to buy books, and the room needs to be taken care of when no one lives in it for a long time. There is always not enough time."

"There is always not enough time!" Newt murmured and repeated it, then stood up: "Wait for me here for a while, give me a parting gift."

As Newt left, Ino's eyes turned to the window.

This year's summer vacation experience was really colorful for him.

Two consecutive trips to the fantasy world, learning Apparition in the training class, meeting Newt, the master of magical animals, and even getting a semi-finished phoenix of his own...

"Maybe I should write a travelogue, like the Grimm brothers, to let the story pass down..."

While thinking, Newt has returned to the restaurant, holding a Polaroid camera in his hand.

"This is for you! Feelings are feelings, and young people should use these new-age things."

The camera was placed on the table, and then Newt took out a letter from his pocket.

"Here is my address in Dorset. I will probably return to England to settle down after Christmas this year. You are welcome to visit at any time during the holidays."

Ino took the envelope, carefully put it in the suitcase, and then turned to look at the camera on the table.

"Thank you for your gift. To be honest, I had planned to go back and buy one."

"Hahaha! I knew that your eyes couldn't deceive me! They can't deceive me, not even Dumbledore." Newt laughed happily.

Listening to Newt's laughter, Ino couldn't help but laugh along.

After a while, the laughter in the restaurant gradually stopped.

"Ino, our plan remains unchanged. We still have to go to L.A.A. Publishing House. Only when the phoenix is ​​born under the gaze of the public can it be recognized. Otherwise, without evidence, even if I write it in the book, it will be considered a fantasy."

Hearing this, Ino nodded silently, and then hesitated:

"Are you sure? I mean, this way I may have two phoenixes."

It's no wonder that he is confused. After all, the phoenix is ​​too precious. Just selling the tail feathers is a continuous source of funds. Besides, Newt is not alone. He has a wife, a son, and even a lovely grandson.

As if he heard Ino's doubts, Newt waved his hand nonchalantly:

"They are not suitable. I know this very well. They are shy when meeting strangers. Do you expect them to sing on the stage of 100,000 people? This is more uncomfortable than killing them!"

Newt explained with a wry smile, and seemed to be a little helpless about his son and grandson's poor social skills.

"Besides, no one stipulates that a person cannot have two phoenixes, one for the Swinburne family and one for Ino. Isn't this interesting?"

Hearing this explanation, Ino agreed.

"Then it's settled. I will contact the publisher before school starts. Not only will I record the record, but I also happen to have a fantasy prose story to be released at the same time."

No one will dislike having too many phoenixes. The hesitation just now was also due to his conscience. After all, Newt paid everything, and in the end it seemed to be a loss just to make people recognize his point of view.

...

Time flies, looking back again.

Those people and things that were once familiar seemed to be a lifetime ago.

Foyle Bookstore, 84-119-125 Charing Cross Road, London.

On the sidewalk on the street, a tall girl was standing outside the bookstore bored at the moment, as if waiting for someone.

"Sorry! I'm late."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Hermione turned around with some surprise. After not seeing him for a summer vacation, Ino seemed to have grown a lot taller. He looked very mature in a light blue retro robe.

Similarly, Ino was also looking at Hermione. This girl seemed to have drunk a magic potion and suddenly turned from a little girl into a big girl.

Hermione, who was in the third grade, seemed to have completed some kind of transformation. Not only did she grow a lot taller, but her facial features and facial lines gradually became three-dimensional, and even her aesthetics and clothing tastes changed dramatically.

A pair of blue slim jeans, matched with white sneakers on her feet, not only perfectly outlined the proportion of her legs, but also highlighted the breath of youth.

The choice of tops was also very tasteful. A beige waist short-sleeved shirt, while covering up the shortcomings unique to her age, also made Hermione look more upright.

Although they looked at each other, it was only a moment.

After coming back to her senses, Hermione smiled reservedly and said, "I came early! There are still fifteen minutes before the agreed time."

"Let's go in first. I plan to buy a lot of books today to recharge myself."

As he spoke, Ino couldn't help but look at the Foyle Bookstore in front of him. At the beginning, because of the tight life, he always came here to read books for free.

Now that he is rich and well-off, he has to give back anyway.

…

Fifth floor of the bookstore, leisure area.

Hermione looked at Ino with some doubts. In just half an hour, more than a dozen famous books were placed on the table, including the familiar "Jane Eyre", "The Moon and Sixpence", "The Three Musketeers", "Walden"...

"Did you buy so many at one time?"

Although she also loved reading, Hermione always felt that it was a bit irrational to buy too many at one time.

"Not too much, right? The main reason is that I want to write a novel, but I have to learn from these famous books, otherwise what I write will probably be ignored."

Faced with Hermione's doubts, Ino explained indifferently.

He knew very well that if he wanted to polish a good work, he would not be able to start writing without reading more than a dozen famous books on related themes. Context, wording, overall structure and environmental transitions, everything is very important.

At the same time, looking at the serious Ino, Hermione suddenly thought of their encounter two years ago, also in this bookstore, when the other party explained the value of "One Thousand and One Nights" with the same demeanor and tone.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but chuckled: "Okay, Mr. Liar! You are going to make up a story to deceive people again."

Things have changed, and facing Hermione's ridicule, Ino also retorted as before: "Miss Rabbit! Have I ever lied to you? Obviously, my divination is very accurate."

While talking, the two looked at each other and laughed to themselves again.

After a while, Hermione took out a one-pound note from her pocket and gently placed it on the table: "Ino! Help me to divine again!"

"Okay!" Without refusing, Ino put away the banknotes on the table.

But somehow, this old and graffitied one-pound note gave him a faint sense of familiarity.

"Tell me what you are fortune-telling." Ino said, holding the dice.

"No! I want to divine myself." Hermione refused firmly.

Faced with such a request, he did not hesitate and handed the dice to Hermione directly, also wanting to see if others could use the dice to successfully divine.

A few minutes later.

Hermione seemed a little hesitant.

"Ino, help me. I'm afraid I don't have the talent for divination."

Looking at the open palm on the table, she knew that Ino had misunderstood, so she could only say again:

"I didn't ask you to take the dice. You hold my hand and we throw it out together, so that I can also participate in the divination process."

"Okay, okay! It can be simpler, but you insist on doing this..." Ino said helplessly.

Although he was complaining, he also stretched out his palm to cover Hermione's hand. Who asked the other party to pay?

On the other side, Hermione closed her eyes slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

After about a few seconds, she suddenly let go of the tightly grasped dice.

"Ding Ding!"

The wooden dice collided with the table, making a crisp sound, and gently rotating and rolling.

Soon, the dice stopped, and the number facing up was a big six.

Xiao Di shared magical animals today: Murtlap

British Magical Department Classification Level: xxx

Origin and Distribution: Murtlap is a magical rodent animal living in the coastal areas of Britain.

Appearance: The Murtra Rat looks like a rat, with a sea anemone-shaped tumor on its back.

Abilities and Effects: Pickling and eating the tumor on the Murtra Rat's back will increase a person's resistance to curses and bad luck, but taking too much will cause ugly purple hair to grow around the ears.