The Bard at Hogwarts

Xu was suddenly resurrected, after a short period of adaptation and after eating several pieces of candy in a row.

Hermione also gradually relaxed and was no longer as excited as before.

…

Along the coast, the golden beaches are still beautiful.

Hermione rolled up her trouser legs, stepped on the waves with her bare feet, and occasionally bent down to pick up the gifts given by the sea - colorful shells.

Under the Kulang tree, Ino glanced at Hermione in the distance, and then turned his gaze to his side:

"Teacher Hans! Thank you very much this time."

He didn't expect the golden apple. His original intention was to find out how to use the ice flowers. Who would have thought that in the end he would even save the ice flowers.

"It's nothing, everything was destined a long time ago!" Middle-aged Hans said lightly, with the same understatement as before.

Ino was not surprised by the speech of such a professional bard and soothsayer, after all, the other party always acted like this.

But today, he planned to ask about some things. He had a feeling that if he missed this time, he might not meet again in the future.

"Teacher! To be honest, this makes me feel a little confused..."

Under the tree, Ino looked at the sea again and calmly asked the question that had always puzzled him.

Miracles about yourself.

On my tenth birthday, I opened the bathroom door of the orphanage and came to a fantasy world. I met middle-aged Hans who was telling a story.

It would be normal to say that I didn’t have many ideas at the beginning.

But now, after many things are connected together, anyone with some brains will find the differences hidden in the details.

The first time he entered, the first person he met, and even the dice allowed him to go directly from the castle to the story world without passing through the shelter.

I didn't think much about it before, just treating it as a life-saving prop, but now after Hermione's understatement of resurrection, everything has become apparent.

As powerful as the White Witch is, she destroys the world, rules Narnia, and even vaguely confronts the so-called creator lion, but the result is just a seed.

And just this, it was still secretly sent out.

…

After Ino asked her inner doubts, she leaned against the tree trunk and waited quietly.

A long while.

"I will give you the answer before you leave." Middle-aged Hans's tone was more serious than usual.

"But before that, you still need to complete your help to Miss Yanzi. After all, she picked the apples."

There seemed to be no direct answer, but facing such an answer, Ino felt relieved.

All in all, as long as there is an answer, it would be great.

After all, nothing is more terrifying than the unknown.

Prophets and prophets are respected precisely because they can glimpse a glimpse into the future.

Now that he has the answer, Ino is no longer obsessed with time. After so many years, it seems that it doesn't matter if he waits a little longer.

…

evening.

The simple room became lively, Hermione and Swift were chatting, and ringing laughter sounded from time to time.

Ino sat aside, quietly handling the seafood he had just bought that day.

Although he was a little surprised as to why Teacher Hans chose to settle in such a fishing village, he didn't ask much.

A bard seems to have no fixed abode, but that's only in the grand scheme of things. Many times they will take a break in one place and live for a short period of time.

But no matter what, it's a choice.

…

After dinner.

Ino opened the suitcase he had brought with him.

It didn't work before, but he was used to living in the open. Now that there was suddenly an extra person, there was no way Hermione could be allowed to sleep on the floor with them.

Today's suitcase is no longer the one used to breed Acromantulas before, but a box made of Potter's warthog skin, given by Nico.

The leather of magical animals inherently contains magic power, so even if an extension spell is used to expand the area by hundreds of square meters, the overall area is still very stable.

…

Morning breaks.

In the blue sky, a swift flies freely.

Behind Swift, an ink-colored black swan fell in the distance, and behind it was a three-foot-long flying carpet.

Hermione held her suitcase and sat on the undulating flying carpet. Although she had already taken flying lessons at Hogwarts, the flying carpet gave her the feeling of free flight.

As for the broomstick, it's more like riding a bicycle in the air.

Sitting on the flying carpet, Hermione looked at the swifts and swans in front of her with some envy. If possible, she would prefer to fly without the help of props.

"When I go back, I will also learn from Animagus..."

Hermione secretly made up her mind.

…

Different from Hermione's envy, Ino in the sky was calculating the time of this story.

During yesterday's conversation, he knew that this time it was probably because of a different way of entering, or for other reasons.

This results in the same time flow rate on both sides.

After all, Hermione's desire for a sweet and sour drink as soon as she was resurrected actually explained the problem.

Moreover, in the subsequent chat, he also learned that a week had actually passed in the castle, and the Goblet of Fire was forcibly extinguished.

But he didn't care about these. What really concerned him was Voldemort, Barty Jr., and the people behind him who might be adding fuel to the fire.

It was like he owed a favor to the swift and needed to repay it. Some people also need to settle their debts, but they must wait until the other party is alive to settle the debt, otherwise it would be meaningless even if they become ghosts.

While thinking, Ino also flapped his wings as much as possible to avoid slowing down.

In fact, the swan is not slow, with a maximum flying speed of 100 kilometers per hour. As a leader of birds, the swift can reach a maximum speed of 350 kilometers per hour.

Therefore, he can only fly at full speed to avoid falling behind.

As for the flying carpet bought during the World Cup, that thing is similar to a flying broom.

I don’t know if it is for sales, it is designed purely for single-person use, and there is no description in "One Thousand and One Nights" that it can carry many people after unfolding.

…

In the sky, I don’t know how long it has passed.

Under high-speed flight, Ino only vaguely remembers crossing many cities and crossing continuous mountains...

Finally, before dusk, the swift gradually slowed down its flying speed.

After slowing down, Ino also saw clearly what kind of place he came to at the moment.

To be honest, the scene in front of him shocked him a little.

The sky was as clear and bright as a washed sapphire, and a few white clouds were wandering leisurely. They were in various shapes, sometimes gathered in groups, weaving dreamy patterns; sometimes scattered, like light feathers.

The sun shone through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, covering the earth with a warm and soft golden gauze.

This is just the sky, and the scenery on the ground is no less than the sky.

It seemed that the land was carefully carved by the god of nature, with birds singing and flowers blooming, full of vitality. Colorful birds jumped happily on the branches, running foxes, jumping rabbits, combing hair civet cats, and countless small animals...

Not far away, there was a clear river winding, and the river water was shining silver under the sunlight, like a silver ribbon inlaid on a green brocade.

Occasionally, a few fallen leaves floated gently on the river, or a few leisurely water birds flew across the water, creating circles of delicate ripples. But the most eye-catching thing was the group of white swans playing gracefully in the middle of the river, and the river ducks paddling on the edge of the river...

Here, it seems that there is never any noise or disturbance, only tranquility and harmony. Because every detail reveals the ingenuity of nature and the wonder of nature.

Being in the air, Ino always felt that he had entered a distant and dreamy corner.

It was like a world hidden in an ancient fairy tale, jumping out of it.

…

"We're there!" The clear voice of the swift sounded.

At the same time, Ino also heard a scream from behind.

"Oh my God... How did it become like this..."

Hermione's shout made him turn back suddenly.

At a glance, there was no Hermione on the flying carpet. On the three-foot flying carpet, there was a silver-gray sea otter sitting upright.

The little sea otter was holding his head with both hands, with a look of surprise and disbelief.