The Bard at Hogwarts

Unlike Austria's temperate broadleaf forest climate, the Scottish Highlands have a real temperate marine climate.

In late August, the average temperature in the Scottish Highlands is at least 15°.

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In the Transfiguration Office of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall sat in front of her desk in silence.

She had issued the notices for the new students early this year, but the letters for the senior students had not been completed.

This was unimaginable in the past. You should know that Professor McGonagall's role is crucial to the orderly operation of Hogwarts.

And once she slacked off, the whole Hogwarts would have big problems.

For a long time.

Sitting quietly at her desk, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and then gently opened a page, which was also the page she was most reluctant to open - the list of sixth-grade students.

The reason why she was reluctant was that there were two names in this page that she couldn't bear to see the most, the dim Hermione Granger, and the missing Ino Swinburne.

These two were her favorite students, and they could even be said to be the students who connected the Transfiguration Club.

Originally, the Transfiguration Club was full of fun, but now, with Cedric graduating, Hermione and Ino left.

The small classroom of four people only had Qiu Zhang, a seventh-year student.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall looked out the window. The Forbidden Forest in late August had begun to wither, and the premature fallen leaves had been blown down by the autumn wind.

She stretched out her fingers to push the glasses on her nose, and then she turned her eyes to the opened pages.

Suddenly.

Professor McGonagall slapped the table hard, making a loud "bang".

"Albus Dumbledore!"

The contents of the pages made her very angry. Although she had always known that the other party was not in tune, as the vice-president, it was nothing to do more work.

In the past, she could tolerate any incongruity and absurdity, but today's events were something she could no longer tolerate.

Making fun of dead students really touched Professor McGonagall's bottom line.

Looking at the once dim and familiar name, some of its color has now returned to its original state.

Long-term depression, sadness, loss, regret... all rushed into my heart, and then all turned into anger.

Professor McGonagall slammed the table and stood up. Now she didn't care about her work. She picked up the book on the table and stood up and walked out the door.

She was going to have a big fight with the current headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest white wizard of the 20th century.

...

Different from what happened in the Scottish Highlands.

At this moment, Ino has embarked on the road to find the prophet with different eyes.

In the information he consulted, it is about 20 kilometers from the town of Alpbach to Nurmengard.

This should be a relatively long route, but in fact it took less than two minutes to see the tower of the abandoned castle in the distance.

But even so, Ino didn't have time to care.

Because he was immersed in a special state at the moment.

...

In the wide woods, a slightly sad folk song slowly sounded:

"...The lilies are singing, accompanied by the fragrance of kiwi fruit, the bare tree stumps are glowing green, growing under the grass servants and flower servants..."

The faint ballad was carried away by the wind.

In the desolate and dilapidated tower of Nurmengard, a thin, plain-dressed old man slowly opened his eyes.

How much influence does a pair of eyes have on a person?

The answer is that the influence is very great, and it can even directly change a person's overall senses.

If the old man who stayed in the tower before seemed like a very pitiful person; but after he opened his eyes that saw through the world and contained vicissitudes, he had transformed into a hermit wise man or a learned scholar.

On the desolate tower.

Grindelwald stood by the window, looking down through the empty, only one-foot-long window.

In the broad-leaved forest not far away, a young man wearing Muggle clothes and holding a harp was walking towards this side with an almost magical rhythm.

The reason why he felt magical was entirely because the other party's seemingly slow steps, but each step could cover a long distance.

It seemed that a short one-foot step could cross the towering snow-capped mountains, the continuous grasslands, and even the endless sea...

...

Of course, this is a bit exaggerated. In fact, each step of the other party only took dozens or hundreds of meters, but this kind of charm and feeling is real.

Grindelwald stood by the window of the high tower, listening to the ballad as light as the morning breeze, and waiting for the other party's visit.

To be honest, although there were no guards in the castle, more than half a century had passed, and no one had visited Nurmengard.

The elderly wizards understood Grindelwald's choice and showed respect without disturbing him.

The new generation of wizards, under the influence of the victors, always believed that the most terrifying dark wizards were imprisoned here, and did not dare to act rashly.

Today, this desolate castle seemed to be welcoming its visitors.

However...

Just when the other party was about to walk out of the broad-leaved forest, the whole figure suddenly disappeared.

On the top of the tower, Grindelwald's eyes, which saw through the world, had a rare hint of doubt and confusion.

...

Grindelwald was puzzled, and as the person involved, Ino was also surprised.

Originally, after saying goodbye to Hermione, he set off in the direction of Nurmengard.

Just when he entered this broad-leaved forest, he also had a slight sigh.

In the early autumn forest, the surrounding trees naturally blend into the change of seasons.

A deep and quiet beauty.

The sun is no longer as hot as in midsummer, but becomes warm and gentle.

The trees in the forest also gradually change from the original emerald green to yellow-green and orange-red, as if the creator accidentally overturned the palette.

In such an atmosphere, Ino was somewhat moved by the scene.

He remembered the first time he entered Middle-earth, the territory of the forest elves, which was also such a broad-leaved forest.

The story of The Hobbit is over, and the story of The Lord of the Rings is over.

Time flies, and things are different.

All people are either dead or old, but he is still young.

Thinking of this, Ino slowed down his pace involuntarily, and also took out the wing-shaped harp left by Teacher Hans.

It has been half a month since I got this harp. Although I have played it before, it was just for experimentation to see the special features of the harp.

But today, at this moment.

He simply treats the harp as a musical instrument.

…

In the silent broad-leaved forest, as the first note sounded.

Everything around seemed to have changed, and a special rhythm emerged.

As a performer, Ino was unaware of this.

Walking in the woods, he still played while walking, just like he did in the Elf Forest.

His slender fingers jumped and slid on the strings, like a deer shuttling and a butterfly flying, smart and elegant.

And each note seemed to be given life, not only full of emotion, but also with a kind of vitality that seemed to be there and not there.

…

In the woods.

Ino thought of the Shire before the story began, that peaceful and peaceful land.

Therefore, the sound of the piano did not feel soft, and the delicate tone was like the gently swaying dewdrops in the morning light, like the ripe wheat waves in autumn...

But soon, the sound of the piano became sonorous and powerful, and the full and deep melody sounded, like dewdrops scattered and gathered into rivers, rushing and surging...

In his mind, he thought of the Battle of Five Armies and the charge of the Rohan Hussars.

The ancient story was revealed page by page, and turned over page by page.

In the end, the picture was fixed on the Shire again.

...

Suddenly, Ino felt a long-lost palpitation.

It was like his first time entering the fairy tale world on his tenth birthday, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

To be honest, after Teacher Hans tore open the pages of the album, he should have been unable to enter the fantasy world again.

Perhaps the only ones he could enter were the continent of Arad and Middle-earth, the two stable worlds in the shelter.

But now, the palpitations he felt again made him return to the colorful valley without thinking.

Yes, the valley!

Like a transfer of authority, the frozen path was no longer his first goal.

Although he could visit it, that path seemed to prefer Hermione.

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In the valley.

Ino stood on the soft land, silent.

Everything in the valley shocked him.

Of course, the herb field was still the herb field, the marble house had not changed, and even the oak trees were the same as before.

The individual had not changed, but the whole had changed.

The colorful river floating in the sky seemed to have left its static state and began to meander.

And the tulips that once gave birth to the Ring of Fire also emitted a brilliant light.