The Bard at Hogwarts

Time passed by.

After finishing two bags of Bibi's multi-flavored beans, it was afternoon.

There were fewer people in the market.

Leaning against the wall on the street, Ino tried to weave an olive branch headband according to the style of the crown of the woodland elf king Thranduil in his memory.

He sat here for a few hours, and Helena only sold a bunch of fresh olive branches, and she exchanged them for a loaf of bread.

One loaf of bread a day, it is hard to imagine how this child survived.

So he was also trying to weave, after all, weaving a new style into a headband can also leave Helena with a skill to make a living.

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Athens, as a coastal city.

Every afternoon, you can feel the love from the Aegean Sea, and the warm and humid sea breeze blows gently like a poem.

The soft sea breeze seems to be mixed with the singing of mermaids, which makes people intoxicated.

After completing the third experimental headband, Ino put down the olive branch in his hand. It turned out that he probably has no talent for weaving.

Helena looked at the awkward headband on the ground, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, but soon the smile disappeared.

Because the market time was about to end, and the end of the market also meant parting, and she would be alone again.

Unlike Helena's psychological changes, Ino was planning the itinerary of this trip.

He didn't want to participate in the Greek mythology from the bottom of his heart, because the gods on Mount Olympus were really unreasonable and even overly willful.

And the consequences of this willfulness are often harming the innocent. Several obvious examples are the famous Trojan War, the famous Medusa, etc.

The tragedy of the Trojan Horse was caused by the jealousy between the three goddesses.

And the snake-haired Medusa was even worse. She was forcibly occupied by Poseidon, the king of the sea, just because she was beautiful. What's more outrageous is that because the place where it happened was the temple of Athena, Poseidon was fine, but the victim was cursed to become the terrifying Medusa.

Facing such an absurd world, no one dared to act rashly. In Greek mythology, without background and backing, it often ends in tragedy.

Ino has made up his mind to spend his life in such a plain way and return in such a plain way, without deliberately thinking about what he will gain. The extra time is the biggest gain.

Of course, if the opportunity is right, he also plans to participate in some ordinary stories, but he will not touch anything related to gods and heroes.

After all, in the concept of the bard, a story is a story, only the length is different, not the high and low.

A short Aesop's fable of dozens of words sometimes changes a person's life; similarly, a long epic story is over after many people finish listening to it, and it has no meaning at all.

Just as Ino was thinking, the shadow cast by the sundial in the center of the market had shifted to another angle.

With the sound of several distant horns, all the vendors began to pack their bags in an orderly manner.

Helena was no exception. She opened her little hand to roll up the linen on the ground, packed it up and tied it up, and then slung it over her shoulders. The whole process was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

"I have to leave! Athens does not allow refugees to stay overnight, so we have to leave when the time comes."

After packing her luggage, Helena raised her head. Although her tone was full of disappointment, there was a hint of anticipation in her big violet eyes.

Ino did not speak immediately, because the scene in front of him seemed to take him back to five years ago, with a familiar tone and a familiar look...

Perhaps, the scene that Teacher Hans saw at the time was the same as now.

"If you want, you can be my apprentice! Learn the skills of a bard, and at least you won't starve in the future."

After five years, Ino said the same words again.

...

Outside Athens.

Ino carried his luggage, leaned on a rowanwood staff in one hand, and followed Helena on a rugged path.

This path leads to Mount Emytos east of Athens.

As a mountain range rich in honey and medicinal herbs, Mount Emytos is full of various wild flowers. The faint fragrance of flowers and the chirping of tired birds returning to their nests at dusk perfectly interpret a word - birdsong and flowers.

Before it got dark, under the guidance of Helena, Ino also came to a hidden valley.

"Ino, this is where I live! Now it's yours too." Helena turned her head and said with a bright smile.

"You should call me teacher!"

Ino looked at the girl in front of him helplessly, and he was unwilling to change his name no matter what.

But he was still very moved by Helena's trust.

To be honest, if the roles were reversed, he probably wouldn't take a stranger who only gave him a few candies home.

"You live here?" Ino looked around while thinking.

There was not even a decent shelter in the whole valley. Even if he was down and out, he still had a bridge hole in the Thames.

"Look there!" Helena smiled brightly and proudly pointed to several tall olive trees not far away.

Ino followed Helena's little hand and a small tree house appeared in his sight.

It was called a tree house, but it was more like an enlarged version of a bird's nest built in the middle of a tree branch. The only difference was a small extra awning.

The shockingly simple shack formed a sharp contrast with Helena's innocent and proud smile.

Ino was silent for a moment, then took out his wand.

"Helena, the teacher gives you a gift."

A magical scene appeared in Helena's surprised eyes.

Under the olive tree, large icicles began to appear on the open ground, and with these icicles as the base point, more ice began to spread gradually.

In just a dozen seconds, a two-story building made of ice and snow stood in place.

"Quickly transform!" Ino waved his wand again and released the transformation spell with full concentration.

In Helena's figure, he saw his former self.

If there were no miracles in the shelter, perhaps he would have died in the welfare home, or if he was lucky enough to grow up to 16 years old, he would also find a low-level job and live the most ordinary and ordinary life in London.

What Hogwarts, what magic, are probably two parallel worlds.

At this moment, Ino really wanted to pass on this miracle. Or to make the cottage in front of him a miracle of Helena.

With strong belief, he released the transformation spell, and at the same time, the whole house condensed by ice crystals also emitted a dazzling white light.

A few seconds.

When the light faded, a house made of white marble suddenly appeared.

Seeing this scene, Helena jumped up in surprise.

"You still say you are not a temple priest!"