The Bard at Hogwarts

The dormitory after the holiday is always noisy.

Perhaps everyone wants to share their happiness and talk about the fun things during the holiday.

This is especially obvious in Gryffindor.

The atmosphere in the common room is like a small dinner party.

But everything is relative. If there is relative excitement, there must be relative quietness.

In a corner of the lounge, Ginny sat on the sofa with a frown. As a girl, she understands the feeling of being loved but not getting it.

"Hermione, I don't think it's a big deal. There is still a long future, and some people just don't get it!"

Ginny whispered to comfort, while her eyes inadvertently swept over Harry's figure, who was chatting happily with everyone.

"It's better if he doesn't get it! You can keep it and teach it slowly." Hermione also lowered her voice.

Hearing this, Ginny smiled faintly. Although the girls of the Weasley family never lack courage, emotional matters cannot be solved by waving a wand.

Her eyes stayed on Harry for several seconds, and Ginny turned her head to look at Hermione.

"What are you going to do? If you let go, someone else will definitely take it away."

"I don't know!" Hermione shook her head bitterly.

She really didn't know what to do. She had done everything she could. If she continued, she might not be able to keep her friendship.

"Hesitated? That proves that you are unwilling to give up!" Ginny pointed out the root of the problem.

Unwilling to give up? Hermione nodded slightly subconsciously.

Of course she was unwilling to give up. They had known each other before entering Hogwarts. How could she just watch the swan fly away for three years?

"Then you can show your presence! Many people use this method. You don't need to do anything. Just touch each other in the corridor, classroom, auditorium, and wherever you can touch each other. At least don't let each other forget each other."

Ginny analyzed seriously. She didn't say that these skills were secretly taught by her mother during the holidays.

"Meet by chance? Will this work?" Hermione hesitated. It felt like a calculation and a scheme.

"It's just a scheme!" After seeing Hermione hesitate, Ginny directly pointed out the theme. Because it was the first time she heard her mother say this, she also hesitated accordingly.

"Hermione, this is how Hogwarts is. If you don't use a scheme, someone else will do it for you."

Ginny repeated Mrs. Weasley's teachings again.

After a brief thought, Hermione nodded heavily.

...

Years always go by.

After the second half of the school year, everything went on as planned, whether it was studying in class or Quidditch training...

In short, there was no sky with Dementors, and it was rarely gloomy.

The fairy tale seemed to continue.

In this fairy tale castle, Ino got up early on the weekend and went straight to the principal's office.

It was almost a week since the start of school, and he planned to ask Dumbledore about the whereabouts of the Mirror of Erised.

However, when he passed the corner of the corridor, he saw another pretty figure.

He had seen this familiar scene almost every day in the past week, sometimes more than once a day.

Hermione always raised her neck, outlining an elegant arc, and then quietly passed through the corridor.

Because the distance was a bit far, he could only nod and greet her from a distance, as a greeting from a distance.

Although some things were made clear, friends are still friends.

"With this demeanor, you can turn into a swan without Animagus..."

As Hermione's figure disappeared, he couldn't help but sigh.

That arrogant and elegant demeanor was so familiar.

...

After a short interlude.

Ino also came to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

But before he could give the password, the stone beast guarding the door obediently made way.

The office that Umbridge tried so hard to enter in the story seemed to be defenseless at this moment.

After passing through a spiral staircase, Dumbledore's figure also came into view.

"Good morning! Professor." Ino greeted with a smile:

"I'm sorry to come uninvited! But I can't help it, because there is something you hid, and I just want to see it again."

"Good morning! It's rare that you can take the initiative to find me." Dumbledore stood up.

"However, there are many things hidden by me in the castle. Which one do you want to find? Some things I know everything about, and some things need to wait."

Dumbledore's words revealed a hint of depth, but Ino was too lazy to guess such a riddle. If the headmaster likes to play, he can go and play with Harry.

"I'm here to find the Mirror of Erised." Ino stated his purpose.

"Mirror of Erised?" Hearing this name, Dumbledore was slightly stunned, but then he regained his composure.

"I hid the mirror in the trophy display room. If you need it, you can let Fide take it back to the dormitory, but be sure to pay attention to its characteristics..."

Dumbledore stopped halfway through his words, but Ino also understood the underlying meaning.

Paying attention to the characteristics is nothing more than avoiding contact with other young wizards. After all, this kind of mirror that reflects desires and makes wishes come true can easily make immature young wizards addicted to it.

"Don't worry, professor! I know what to do." Ino nodded and promised.

He was not going to let anyone, including Draco, touch this mirror. Making wishes come true undoubtedly magnifies desires, or ambitions.

In a sense, the Mirror of Erised is more dangerous to Slytherin young wizards than dark magic items.

Although there is no clear research on the source of wizards' power, there is already a clear answer to what can affect this power.

Mind or belief is always a topic that cannot be avoided.

At the same time.

After hearing the promise, Dumbledore nodded slightly and said nothing more, turning to the locker by the wall.

Ino looked at the familiar scene in front of him and knew that the old principal was going to open the inventory again and entertain guests with candy.

I had seen the contents of the locker at a glance.

In addition to the precious meditation basin, there were many transparent glass jars in the cabinet, all filled with Honeydukes' new candy.

…

When a small candy banquet was held in the principal's office.

On the fourth floor of the castle, there was an extra figure wandering around.

Three elective courses, no more and no less, gave Pansy a lot of free time in her daily life.

And the time saved not only allowed her to read with ease, but also allowed her to take a free walk in the castle.

During the Christmas holiday, the content of the Muggle Studies class allowed her to visit London alone, which was rare.

In the past, this was simply unimaginable.

But this time, she not only experienced the Muggle world in person, but also bought a lot of Muggle books.

"Stereotyped and retro..."

In the corridor, Pansy sighed inexplicably.

As she moved, a room that was rarely visited appeared in her sight.