The Bard at Hogwarts

Perhaps only in a quiet environment can we deeply feel the passage of time.

It seems that every moment slows down, giving people the opportunity to savor and feel the meaning of life.

In early May, Brijuni Island is full of greenery under the sun at noon.

The dragon farm, or the fire dragon processing plant in the center of the island, occasionally emits various shrill roars.

And next to the processing plant.

A small house built of ice and snow stands in the middle.

The house does not occupy a large area, and it is only about ten square meters. The overall structure highlights the charm of oriental architecture, and the roof of the 45-degree isosceles triangle looks simple and smart.

After lunch, Ino sat quietly outside the door alone.

The extreme fear coming from the processing plant next door made him close his eyes slightly.

It has been almost two months since I came to Brijuni Island, and the eight-eyed giant spider has also been placed in the dense forest on the south side of the island.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

As a magical animal that lives in groups and has a clear hierarchy, the eight-eyed giant spiders quickly adapted to the island environment under the leadership of the first generation of adult giant spiders and lived a life of ease and comfort.

And all they paid was to collect venom twice a year, and only for young spiders.

Although everything was on track, Ino was not in a hurry to leave.

Because the changes in Boggart during this period made him feel novel. Probably due to a series of coincidences, the current Boggart and the original Boggart are almost two species.

Not only is it a change in form and color, but more importantly, this mutated Boggart is like an insatiable bottomless pit. No matter how much fear it can accept.

The Boggart, which was once condensed to the size of an ink dot, has now more than doubled.

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The afternoon is quiet and comfortable.

But people who have had ocean-going experience seem to know that the climate in the ocean in summer always changes.

More than a hundred miles away from Brijuni Island, a dark cloud suddenly floated over the sea.

In just a few minutes, the rolling dark clouds covered the island, and the clouds that covered the sky blocked all light.

The island instantly changed from noon to night.

Outside the ice house.

Ino looked up at the sky. Under this natural force, almost all life would feel a sense of awe.

Lightning flashed in the clouds, accompanied by a strong sea breeze, making the entire island look like doomsday.

"I don't know if Lucius will pay double wages for working in extreme weather."

Ino looked at the tall fire dragon processing plant next door with a joking look, and the fear in his perception had long disappeared.

Thunder and lightning and wind covered the roar of the fire dragon.

Soon, he stood up again.

The familiar fear disappeared, but a new fear had appeared.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The huge wooden door of the processing plant was violently opened from the inside, followed by a dozen figures fleeing in panic.

"Mr. Swinburne! Get out of here, hurry up! The dragons are out of control!" Deren shouted anxiously while waving his wand.

As Deren finished speaking, the roof of the processing plant was torn apart in an instant, and then five Romanian long-horned dragons rushed out.

As if to celebrate their escape, the five dragons kept spraying flames in the sky.

Under the cover of dark clouds, the figures of the dragons were particularly conspicuous.

However, those who can work in the dragon farm are also not ordinary people. More than a dozen wizards reacted quickly. Without the restrictions of the terrain, they formed a group of three, rode on brooms and began to deal with these out-of-control dragons.

Perhaps these are old dragons waiting to be slaughtered, and their physical strength and flames are much worse than those of mature dragons.

After the sudden outbreak, the dragons also seemed a little tired, and even the flames were not sprayed much.

In just a few minutes, the dragon trainers took control of the situation, and it was only a matter of time to re-imprison them.

...

As the manager of the dragon farm, after finding that the situation was under control, Deren urged the broom to slowly descend.

"I'm sorry, sir! It's my responsibility that this happened." Deren's tone was heavy, but he didn't think of shirking responsibility at all.

"Tell me, why did they get out of control?" Ino asked curiously.

He hasn't been here for nothing in the past two months. In a healthy dragon farm, the scene of a fire dragon getting out of control is comparable to a Muggle plane crash, and the probability is too low.

"It's Commons! He became a traitor." Deren said with lingering fear: "He destroyed the iron chain that bound the fire dragon, and then escaped in the chaos, probably because..."

Seemingly feeling that there was a suspicion of shirking responsibility, Deren stopped talking halfway.

"Because our spider farm is on the right track!" Ino completed the second half of the sentence for the other party.

Money moves people's hearts, and it is probably common to hate others for having something and laugh at others for not having something. The transformation of the dragon farm will inevitably arouse the jealousy of peers, and here in Croatia, Malfoy's name is not very useful.

On the other side, after hearing the supplement from the boy opposite, Deren suddenly relaxed.

As the direct leader of the dragon farm, he could not take the initiative to shirk responsibility, but if someone could provide circumstantial evidence, that would be the best.

But the next sentence he heard almost made Deren faint.

"The man you are talking about, since he chose to betray and sabotage, would he only release these five old fire dragons? Or does he not understand your strength at all?"

Ino said calmly, but his eyes had already turned to the northwest sky.

Dren looked up following his gaze. Although the island was covered by dark clouds, a large shadow was also very obvious in the northwest sky of the island.

"Mr. Swinburne! Fly east on your broom, ignore the confidentiality law, and fly all the way to the inland of Croatia."

At this moment, Dren had given up on escaping.

He knew the identity of the teenager very well. No matter how many casualties these workers suffered, the Malfoy family would compensate them. But if the teenager also died here, let alone compensation, none of them would be able to live in peace for the rest of their lives.

Moreover, as the person in charge, if such a big accident happened, anyone could run away except him.

Ino looked at the broom handed over, but did not take it immediately.

"Dren, take them away. This time, it's not five old Romanian longhorned dragons."

"So you have to leave!" Dren's tone was unusually firm.

Of course, he knew what was coming this time. In order to meet the needs of the Acromanthus, they ordered a full 12 Ukrainian iron bellies last month.

As the largest existing dragon, the Ukrainian Ironbelly is undoubtedly powerful.

"I have the Phoenix! I can leave at any time! But you, if you delay any longer, none of the dozen dragon trainers above will survive."

After saying this, Ino ignored Deren and thought about how to deal with the next thing.

The spider farm that had just been on the right track could not be destroyed under his eyes, and he did not think that these 12 Ukrainian Ironbelly were the last resort.

Similarly, after hearing about the Phoenix, Deren was like being injected with a heart stimulant, and flew into the sky on a broom without any hesitation.