The Bard at Hogwarts

When the sky was bright and dim the next morning.

Ino quietly opened his eyes. Last night, he was so lost in thoughts about divination and prophecy that he could not fall asleep until early in the morning.

Although I was a little tired, I could only resist my sleepiness and get up from the bed after thinking that I still had many arrangements for today.

After a simple wash, I walked downstairs and started preparing the early morning breakfast.

At this moment, the advantages of combining family magic with Hogsmeade are revealed. The former can cook food easily, while the latter uses magic without any care.

The flour turned into a white ribbon and flew through the air before falling into the basin and starting to stir. The fruits and vegetables also floated obediently towards the pool. After receiving the 'bath', they jumped on the chopping board one by one...

While waving her wand to make breakfast, Ino secretly planned that it was time to take some time to deal with the traces on the wand.

I didn't pay attention to it before. It wasn't that I had to be a good student, but I just didn't know how to start. Now, whether it is the exploration of oil lamps or the accumulation of alchemy knowledge, he is enough to handle this matter.

Half an hour later.

Simple ingredients, simple cooking methods.

A piece of freshly baked bread, two fried eggs, and a vegetable salad floated to the table in a leisurely and orderly manner.

While eating breakfast, Ino also took the time to glance out the window. The once quiet alley was now a little more popular.

Although most of the walls on both sides of the alley are still completely occupied by various ferns, they are a bit less deserted than before. This is probably why the surrounding houses have been gradually opened.

Looking at the smoke rising from the kitchen not far away, Ino was secretly amused. Maybe wizards and Muggles were no different. They both liked to get together and have fun.

When he bought this house last year, there was no crowd around it. It was completely desolate and quiet. Now that I have lived here for more than a year, several houses that were once almost abandoned have begun to be used one after another.

After a simple breakfast, Ino stood up and returned to the second floor. Regulus's funeral was scheduled for three in the afternoon. The six or seven hours during this period could not be wasted easily.

…

The room is on the second floor.

Ino picked up several pottery pots in the room and disappeared into the room.

Although the valley of the sanctuary does not know the mechanism of this miracle, it is always in tune with the weather of the outside world.

Different from the constant climate of the previous ice and snow path, in this valley of more than 100 acres, no matter the alternation of day and night, or the change of cloudiness or sunshine, it will change with the changes of the outside world.

Although it is just a change in weather, it has brought infinite vitality to the entire valley.

It's simple. When a place has sunlight, soil, and rain, everything is no longer a monotonous color.

…

Sanctuary in the valley.

Ino leaned down and dug a hole in the soft earth with a small hoe made by the Transfiguration Technique.

After discovering that the weather in the valley was synchronized, he made plans to plant and cultivate, but the first thing he had to do was to transplant the precious magic plants in the pots.

The three magic beans of the Brothers Grimm, the berry bush of Narnia.

The former is legendary as a myth, while the latter behaves very differently from the beginning.

There is something truly magical about the berry seeds brought back from Narnia. Whether it was forgotten for a summer vacation, reborn in dilapidation after watering, or now it is full of vitality and extreme green, it all highlights its uniqueness.

"Now you are in the same sky again... I hope we won't fight anymore..."

Ino muttered to himself as he looked at the green potted plants. One of Narnia's two seeds grew an icy blue camellia, and the other planted a green and vibrant shrub.

In fact, he had a vague guess about these two contrasting plants. Especially after leaving Narnia, I bought the original storybook and read it, and discovered information that had been ignored.

Let go of the talking rabbit, the crowing of the robin, the dull wood elf, and Santa Claus’s last words: Someone has already prepared a gift for you.

When all of this is put together, the answer probably emerges.

Although I am a little confused as to why Aslan would give gifts, looking back on the past. In the world of Narnia, although he was forced to side with the White Witch, he never did anything extraordinary.

Not even a rabbit was killed.

Probably, it is also in line with the purpose of Narnia: kindness and age.

Thus, he was given a gift by the kind-hearted lion.

…

Although faint memories of the past came to mind, the work did not stop.

Soon, Ino dug four small holes one foot square not far from the small marble building.

The pottery pot was broken and buried in the soil along with the original soil.

Unlike the Narnia berry seeds, the three magic beans seemed to feel the new environment. The seedlings that were only a few inches high before were now growing rapidly as if on steroids.

In just a few seconds, each one grew into an oak tree more than two meters tall with lush branches.

Seeing this magical scene in front of him, Ino also chuckled and shook his head.

This really fits the style of the Brothers Grimm.

In fairy tales, seeds are planted and grow into towering trees the next morning.

…

In the valley.

After moving the pot and watering it, Ino returned to the room again.

A matter of concern was resolved.

Although he didn't want to admit it, these special magical plants always made him worry, fearing that they would be lost or damaged by someone.

Especially the three magical beans that grew into oak.

Blessed by the goddess of harvest, every year's harvest festival will produce gifts, but what gifts are, perhaps even the Grimm brothers don't know.

But it is precisely because of this unknown that people will have expectations.

Now that they have been transplanted to the valley, all the previous worries are gone. Now he just needs to wait with peace of mind for the harvest festival in September next year.

After returning to the room, after a short delay, Ino walked downstairs.

Taking advantage of this time at noon, he also planned to go to Fengya to customize two sets of clothes. He couldn't wear a blue robe to attend the funeral in the afternoon.

...

Just as he walked out of the door, at the same time.

Located outside Devon, England, in a crooked small building built by magic.

The Weasley family sat around the dining table, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

Half an hour before breakfast, they received a letter from Sirius Black - Regulus' funeral.

At the same time, they also learned in the letter about the hero who silently sacrificed more than ten years ago to fight against the Dark Lord.

"It's hard to imagine that he was only in the seventh grade at that time, and even half a month away from adulthood."

Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears from her eyes. After reading the letter, she looked a little sad.

Regulus's story reminded her of her two brothers who died, Fabian Prewett and Gideon Prewett.

"Dear, it's all over! Everything is fine!" Arthur softly comforted his sad wife.

Harry and several others sat quietly at the dining table, listening to the adults' conversation. He was a little uncertain now, hesitating whether to tell everyone about the dream.

It was an absurd dream, in which he saw the Dark Lord.