The Bard at Hogwarts

After the potions class ended, the Gryffindor little lions fled the classroom as if they were running away.

"Dumbledore would actually choose such a person as a professor. Look at that face. Harry, I have no doubt that if there were only two of you in the classroom, he would even hurt you."

In the corridor, Ron was analyzing Snape in a determined tone as he always did afterward.

"Forget it, Ron!" Harry waved his hands tiredly.

After an hour of violent bombardment, he just wanted to find a place to be quiet, and then think about where he had offended the other party.

"It is very rude to talk about a professor behind his back." Hermione's voice sounded behind the two of them.

"Sorry, please give way!"

Miss Granger raised her head and passed by.

Before Hermione could walk away, Ron said with an annoyed look:

"Look at her arrogant look. Even Neville can tell that the old bat is targeting you and Gryffindor. She even calls the old bat professor!"

"Ron! Let's go, let's go find Hagrid, in the hut outside the castle."

Harry just wanted to get away from here and go somewhere where he could relax.

"Okay then! There are no classes in the afternoon anyway." Ron shrugged and accepted Harry's proposal.

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at the same time.

After the Potions class ended, Ino also returned to the dormitory.

To be honest, he now feels more and more that Malfoy is a good roommate.

Not only was there a morning wake-up call, but even during the lunch break, Malfoy would come in specially to wake him up.

The most important thing is that Malfoy is really wild! Commonly known as ‘not touching home’.

Often no one is seen throughout the day, and they often go out in the morning and don't come back until curfew.

This not only allowed him to enjoy the treatment of a single dormitory, but also allowed him to practice magic unscrupulously.

Although the castle is very big, it is really difficult to find a quiet place to practice magic.

If you choose the corridor, beware of the elusive Filch. If you are in an abandoned classroom, beware of other energetic little wizards.

In short, it is indeed not easy to find a place in Hogwarts where you will not be disturbed.

Perhaps only the legendary Room of Requirement on the eighth floor is a safe and private place.

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"Only a fool would go to the Room of Requirement..."

Ino looked at his empty dormitory and couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, he also sincerely thanked Malfoy and Harry...

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to go to the Room of Requirement, but the objective conditions don't allow it. It seems that the limelight of the branch has passed, but in fact now is the most critical period.

Dumbledore, Quirrell, the two-faced man, neither one is a fuel-efficient lamp.

As for Snape's uncharacteristic question today, when he thought about it carefully, he realized that it might not be that simple.

"Everyone is playing behind the scenes, right... You'd better not mess with me."

Thinking of the future situation, Ino couldn't help but reach into the secret pocket inside the lining, which contained the most precious things he had accumulated in the past two years.

You must know that even Old John's bag of gold coins was only placed in the traceless extension box.

…

"Split into pieces!"

Returning to the dormitory, after taking a short rest, Ino began the mandatory daily practice of magic spells.

As the spell fell, a beam of white light shot out from the wand and hit the teacup a few meters away.

The moment the magic came into contact, the teacup exploded in all directions.

"Recover as before!"

The porcelain fragments all over the sky stagnated in mid-air for an instant, and then seemed to be pulled by invisible suction, and were put together again, and a brand new teacup appeared on the table.

Softening spells, cutting spells, repairing spells, fire-making spells, and even the freezing spells and expansion spells that I just learned today...

In the following time, Ino kept attacking, repairing, attacking, repairing the teacup...

In just half an hour, a plain ceramic tea cup was ravaged by colorful and various magics.

…

In fact, during the crazy practice in the fantasy world before the start of school, Ino had already developed a subconscious habit of releasing magic spells.

It's like a Western cowboy in the 18th century who would reflexively pull the trigger the moment he touched the gun.

And some experienced old cowboys can do what they think and hit wherever they want without even aiming with their eyes.

To a certain extent, this kind of marksmanship has actually broken away from the realm of physics and become somewhat idealistic.

However...it happens to be real.

In history, Bill, a well-known fast shooter in the United States, used two revolvers in a battle in 1864 to complete the feat of 1VS100. He wiped out the opponent without even a scratch.

And Ino is now imitating cowboys, imitating the conditioned reflexes of those cowboys in the past when they were dueling, which is the so-called eye, hand, and magic.

He knows very well that magic is not a turn-based game, and your opponent will not just stand there and compete with you.

In this case, the accuracy of the spell is particularly important. Even if it is as powerful as the Death Curse, it is useless if it cannot hit the opponent.

Of course, this is only for single-target magic.

If there really was a fire in the Paris cemetery back then, facing the kind of monstrous flames that could almost sweep the entire city, all accuracy and movement and dodge would be in vain.

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at the same time.

On the other side, on the lawn outside the castle.

"Hagrid, we're here to see you!"

Harry walked up and knocked on the door of the stone house, and then he and Ron heard a barking and heavy footsteps coming from the room.

It wasn't long before the door was opened, and Hagrid's huge figure appeared in front of the two.

"Harry, you're here, come in! I have some fresh rock cakes baked this morning. When you go back later, you can also take some as snacks. This is a rare delicacy..."

Hagrid greeted Harry enthusiastically, and at the same time, he did not forget to soothe the restless teeth with his futon-sized hands.

It was the first time for Harry to come to Hagrid's residence. After entering the hut, he couldn't help looking around.

There was only one room in the whole hut, so the overall layout seemed a bit messy, and there were even a lot of dried meat and some ham hanging by the window.

In the center of the room was a large stove, and boiling black tea was burning on the stove, and the patched beds were on the left and right walls.

"Come on, sit anywhere. Don't be shy here!"

Hagrid brought a plate of rock pancakes to the table and sat down first.

The wooden chair creaked, which made Harry shudder, fearing that the chair could not withstand Hagrid's huge body.

Hagrid, who sat down, also realized Ron's presence belatedly and began to mutter in a low voice.

"Another redhead, I hope he can be more honest..."

However, Hagrid's whisper was heard word for word by Ron.

Ron's face immediately turned red, but before he could stand up, he was held tightly by Harry beside him.

"Hagrid! Ron is also my friend." Harry said.

Perhaps hearing the dissatisfaction in Harry's tone, Hagrid touched his head and explained to Ron:

"Okay, I apologize! It's mainly because your twin brothers are always restless and they are really good at causing trouble..."

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