The Bard at Hogwarts

Chapter 200 Horror October Festival Theme Park

Approximately, everything in this world is fair.

Some people are happy about it, and naturally some people are sad about it.

Before the Christmas vacation, when Hermione was delighted with the double-way mirror, Daphne opened the door in the Slytherin girls' dormitory with a frustrated look on her face.

"Professor Snape is targeting you?" Pansy raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"How did you know Professor Snape was there? Did you go there secretly too?" Daphne asked rhetorically instead of answering directly.

She was a little angry. She said she wouldn't go, but then she ran away secretly, but in the end she didn't help herself.

Pansy seemed to see through Daphne's thoughts and shook her head with a chuckle.

"I have been reading in the dormitory, but because of the shrewd Malfoy, some things are destined to be meaningless."

"伱..." Daphne was a little angry. She had lost the argument, and now she was said to be meaningless. Her eyes were filled with mist due to her grievance.

After all, no matter how precocious the purebloods are, Daphne is only a third-year wizard, a girl under 15 years old.

On the other side, Pansy put down the book when she saw her friend looking like she was about to cry. He stood up and hugged Daphne gently, patted her back, and comforted her in her ear:

"I didn't want you to go from the beginning, but I can't influence your thoughts, so I can only let you experience it for yourself."

The sudden hug and comfort made Daphne gradually stop the tears that were about to occur.

"Since you know everything, why don't you tell me?"

"Say it openly?" Pansy let go of Daphne and looked at the desk with a calm face, where there was "The Persian War" that she had not finished yet.

"There was a war between Persia and Greece in 480 BC. At that time, Greece was in the city-state era and each was independent. Only King Leonidas I of Sparta was willing to resist..."

As Pansy spoke, her bright eyes seemed to see that tragic war through history.

"...Leonidas also lobbied hard. He tried his best to tell all the city-states about the dangers of Persia, but does anyone agree? Even in the city-state of Sparta, there were only three hundred personal guards who were willing to follow him."

The famous Battle of Thermopylae, with Pansy's explanation, the entire scene slowly unfolded.

A quarter of an hour.

Pansy's last note fell, and the dormitory became quiet again.

"You deliberately let me experience setbacks and want me to be your follower?" Daphne said the key point to the point.

The long-term family education allowed her to see the purpose behind Pansy.

Faced with Daphne's sharp questioning, Pansy turned her head calmly and looked at each other without any evasion.

"Remember what I said before you left the dormitory? I didn't finish it at that time because there was still the second half of it."

Pansy looked into Daphne's eyes and said word by word:

"Don't walk behind me, because I may not be able to lead the way; but don't walk in front of me, because I am destined not to follow; so please walk beside me and be my companion."

Pansy's words were true, but under Daphne's substantive gaze, two abnormal blushes quietly rose on her cheeks.

"What on earth do you want to do? After school started, I noticed something was wrong with you. You were holding those crappy Muggle books all day long. We are wizards!"

Daphne awkwardly turned her head to the side to avoid looking into Pansy's eyes, but her words did not have the same questioning tone as before, but instead showed concern.

This time, Pansy didn't reply directly, she just whispered and repeated Daphne's last words.

"Yes! We are wizards, but also because we are wizards..."

Time passes.

Two days flew by in a blink of an eye.

Likewise, the Christmas holidays are just around the corner.

This time, as always, Ino did not choose to take the train.

Return to Hogsmeade alone, and then pass through the fireplace to the Leaky Cauldron.

A brief exchange of pleasantries with Old Tom, and another order for a batch of smuggled dragon meat.

After doing all this, he walked out of the bar to a sparsely populated roadside, slowly took out his wand and pointed it at the sky.

With a harsh brake sound.

Suddenly a double-decker bus appeared in front of me.

Stan Sampa opened the car door and said in a joking tone: "Merry Christmas! England's famous celebrity, best-selling author and singer..."

"Stop it! Otherwise I'll turn around and leave!" Faced with the ridicule of an acquaintance, Ino responded pretending to be angry.

"No! I bought your book!" Stan Sampa hurriedly jumped out of the car and took out a beautifully bound book "Hidden Stories" from his pocket.

"Even if you really want to leave, just sign your name before leaving!"

"I didn't expect you to buy it too." Ino chuckled and shook his head, then took out a marker from his pocket.

Since the release of his books and records, he has also developed the habit of carrying a pen with him.

"The price of 11 Westcos is worth it just to exchange for one record." Stan Sampa shrugged nonchalantly.

"By the way, when will you release a new song? To be honest, just one song is a bit deserted."

Facing Stan Sampa's inquiry, Enoch gave an accurate answer after thinking for a moment.

"New song? It should be released before summer vacation next year."

Considering time and copyright, he decided to release the 'Cup of Life' as soon as possible, which can be regarded as a warm-up for next year's Quidditch World Cup.

Boarding the knight bus, Eno also told Stan Sampa the end of the journey:

Shocktober Fest——October Festival theme park.

Known as the most terrifying horror house in England, it is located in Tully Farm on the outskirts of London.

This park not only has more than 10 horror houses with different themes, but also has carefully crafted background stories and supporting hotel and catering services.

Such a unique environment cannot be missed in any case.

Before the holiday, he also tried to find fear for Boggart in the Forbidden Forest.

But except for the Centaur tribe, the fear produced by other magical animals is pitiful, even the eight-eyed giant spider known for its wisdom is the same.

As for the Centaur tribe, in his subjective will, he does not intend to touch humanoid creatures. To put it bluntly, it is also imperceptibly for the construction of the mind. After all, the breakthrough of the bottom line often starts from an inadvertent action.

Similarly, it is also because the Forbidden Forest cannot produce too much horror.

Horror Park became his first choice. After all, it is a legal thing, and it is a waste to let it collapse.

Knight bus shuttles through the streets and alleys of London.

In just a few minutes, the scenery outside the window has changed to sparse houses and forests.

The car was driving in the suburbs, and the speed suddenly increased to a higher level.

Ino half leaned on the copper pillar of the mobile bed, thinking about the changes of Boggart in his mind.

In two days, he also figured out the wonderful use of this group of "smoke". Not only can it be detected through the second perspective, but Boggart also inherited the essence of smoke - gathering, dispersing, and fusion.

A group of black smoke the size of a palm, when fused together, is a dot as black as ink, and when dispersed, it can turn into a light mist, covering half of the room.

And depending on the different forms, the effects are also different.

This is not a guess, but a feedback from the eight-eyed giant spider in the forbidden forest. The Boggart in the state of gathering like a dot of ink, the moment it touches the eight-eyed giant spider, scares the other party to spasm alive.

And in the mist state, it only makes the eight-eyed giant spider covered in panic and panic.

There is no difference between the two states of Boggart. The difference is only the fear of a single body and the fear of a range.

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