The Bard at Hogwarts

Far away from the mainland of England, in the vast blue ocean, there is a reef island that seems to have been forgotten by time.

The island is not large, but the sky above it is always covered with clouds and the sky is never visible.

The gloomy sky was hung with leaden gray clouds, and the thick clouds blocked all light, leaving this already lonely island without any light and warmth.

Azkaban! This perverted prison that wizards talk about stands on the island.

In the light punishment area, Lockhart huddled in the corner of the prison, looking numbly at the gloomy sky.

He has been here for exactly one year and one hundred and seventy-five days.

From the beginning of fantasizing about fans' rescue, to gradually recognizing the situation, to now being numb... he has experienced too many changes.

Feel the biting sea breeze blowing in the distance, and listen to the sound of waves lapping against the rocks.

Loneliness is always the main theme of Azkaban.

Lockhart leaned against the cold wall alone. For the first time, he felt regretful about his former fame, glory, and even the flash of the camera...

The thing that I once cared about most seemed extremely vague now... On the contrary, when I was in school, I could vividly remember every bit of my campus life in Ravenclaw Tower.

Every class, every moment, even the quarrel with Rita, is so clearly visible.

After silently calculating the time and feeling that the Dementors would not come again, Lockhart turned on the memory mode again.

The scene from the past reappeared, as if I had returned to Hogwarts again.

And today, he returned to a certain spells class in the second grade...

From a third perspective, I could clearly see Professor Flitwick practicing the freezing spell on the podium, and like the little wizard in the audience, he was imitating the cat and the tiger...

He didn't know how many times this was, but in Azkaban, he could only go to class over and over again, review over and over again, and relive the ordinaryness and warmth that he once didn't care about...

"The ground is freezing and the sky is freezing!"

The already cold and silent cell suddenly became a bit colder, and the source of this coldness was the opposite wall where Lockhart pointed with his finger.

As the spell fell, a two-foot-sized piece of frost suddenly appeared on the opposite wall.

Casting spells without a wand!

If it were before, he would definitely show it to everyone at the right opportunity.

But now, he just wants to find a stable job after his sentence is over, and enjoy the ordinary things that he once didn't care about...

If possible, he also needed to give Rita an apology, a belated apology.

…

'tread! Ta Ta~’

At this moment, sudden footsteps disturbed the silence of Azkaban.

Feeling that the footsteps were heading towards him, Lockhart raised his head slightly. His once flowing blond hair was knotted and sticky, but his eyes were full of energy.

"Girold Lockhart! Something good is coming for you."

The striker in charge of guarding spoke from a distance.

…

Accompanied by two beaters, Lockhart looked back at Azkaban behind him, which made him feel like he was in another world.

"Don't be in a daze! If you do this well, the minister may be able to reduce your sentence!"

The striker on the side expressed relief. He had seen this kind of scene too many times. Everyone who walked out of Azkaban had this look.

"Just their daughter that two Muggles forgot about?"

Although he already knew his mission, Lockhart confirmed it again.

"It's not just forgetfulness, it's temporary forgetfulness! And there must be no damage, and it must be completely restored by then."

The striker ordered again and emphasized the suffix condition. He knew the importance of this mission very well, and if he messed it up, no one would be able to get back.

"I know!" After receiving a positive reply, Lockhart nodded silently.

After one and a half years in prison, the Forgetting Curse has been engraved in his soul.

…

Time flies like water.

Two days flew by.

Under Mrs. Pince's hesitant expression, Ino borrowed several books about the Blood Pact.

In the past two days, he almost stayed in his former ward and lived a reclusive life.

He called the suitcase in the dormitory, as well as Fed and Crib who were wandering outside.

In a ward of ten square meters.

After packing everything, Ino picked up the suitcase again, one red and one basket, with two phoenixes also arranged on his shoulders.

"I have to get going. Lockhart has taken care of your parents' situation. Don't worry! There won't be any damage."

"Don't I need to go with you?" Hermione spoke slowly in mid-air.

"I originally thought so, but the fact is that you really can't go now."

Ino shook his head slightly. Although Hermione became a ghost, he didn't know whether the shelter would recognize it, otherwise Voldemort's Horcrux would be an example.

Of course, if Crabbe also became a ghost, that would be a good experiment. But unfortunately, perhaps because he was a murderer, the castle did not accept Crabbe.

As for other innocent ghosts, it's really hard for him to be included in the experiment.

"Believe me! It will be soon." Ino promised.

In the world of stories and the world of magic, time always flows in an instant.

"Yeah! I believe you." Hermione nodded seriously.

After a brief farewell, under Hermione's gaze, Ino took out the irregular dice and crushed it hard.

…

Under the reflection of the morning sun, the beach is close to the sea.

At this moment, fishermen were busy shuttling around the dock. They were wearing linen clothes and hats, repairing fishing nets or tidying up boats...

Although they were dressed simply, everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.

Looking beyond the fishermen on the dock, behind them was a city wall that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The ancient stone wall, although eroded by the sea breeze, became mottled and even covered with moss, but it still stood firm, as if it was the most loyal guard.

This is a coastal city.

Ino stood still and looked around quietly.

The two phoenixes and Hermione's coffin were all placed in his suitcase.

After a short period of adaptation, Ino looked at a bitter man tree not far away, under which sat a barefoot middle-aged blond man.

The middle-aged man was wearing a loose plain robe and holding a two-foot-long winged harp in his hand.

At this moment, the other party was leaning against a tree trunk alone, plucking the harp in his hand while slowly looking at the magnificent sea.

Although the middle-aged man looked very ordinary, his clear eyes, coupled with a slightly sad temperament, always made people unforgettable.

Perhaps it was because of his heart, when Ino looked at him, the middle-aged man slowly turned his head.

"You have grown taller! Have you been well these years?"

When the calm tone, like the sound of the breeze, sounded again, Ino felt the long-lost peace.

"Not very well! But I am very happy to see you again! Teacher Hans."