The Bard at Hogwarts

The changes in the valley surprised Ino.

To be honest, when he was alone, he felt that Mr. Hans was a little biased.

After all, as the pages were torn, the miracle that once allowed him to enter the story also disappeared.

If he didn't have some ideas, it would be impossible, after all, no one is a saint.

But he knew that it was futile to say all these now.

To be honest, the shelter actually belongs to Hans, and how to dispose of other people's things is the right of the owner.

With this thought in mind, Ino watched the changes in the valley quietly, after all, the valley really belonged to him.

The land from the outside of Athens, the magic beans sent by the Grimm brothers were planted on the ground, and the colorful river where the children of Rohan gathered floated in the sky.

And now, the Ring of Fire, which had not changed for a long time, has also changed at this moment.

...

Time is passing by every second.

The tulip in the flowerbed, as time goes by, the branches become fuller and the light color becomes brighter.

Suddenly.

A familiar tune sounded in the valley.

Just a few notes, Ino knew that this was the piece he had just played outside.

In fact, people with performance experience know that whether it is singing or playing an instrument, the feeling of playing it is completely different from listening to it afterwards.

And this is the case with Ino at this moment.

The improvisation just now was beautiful, but the emotion was not full enough.

Because it only has the soothing of the Shire and the magnificent war, lacking the fireworks of real life, or vitality.

After hearing the flaws, Ino sat on the ground and plucked the harp in his arms again.

...

An ordinary melody sounded again.

It was not as quiet and ethereal as before, nor was it heroic and heavy, but only the folk-like city life.

Old John and the residents around him, the ordinary merchants in the merchant town, Aunt Julia and her granddaughter in Minas Tirith... and even many little wizards who were in Hogwarts but could not be named.

During the performance, Ino thought of each of them.

He either had a glimpse of these people or had a slight intersection with them, but no one could deny their existence.

Perhaps they were just green leaves in the story, but only with enough green leaves, after absorbing sunlight, could the flowers bloom more brilliantly.

Ordinary folk songs sounded.

Perhaps, it was also because of the music played by the same harp that made it easy for the ordinary to blend into the ethereal and heroic in the valley.

With the convergence of three different melodies, a great movement seemed to be born.

And the glowing tulip also quietly bloomed at this moment.

…

In the melodious sound of the piano, a golden six-petal tulip broke away from the branch and flew quietly into the sky.

The soft gold, like the sun at the beginning of the morning, witnessed the miracle of all things awakening.

In fact, this is really a miracle.

Ino sat on the soft soil and played the music quietly.

And as the notes jumped gently, the layer of mist that had previously enveloped the valley also faded a little bit.

And as far as he could see, the entire valley was no longer the limited area before.

The valley is visibly expanding.

…

If the blooming of tulips is the first ray of light at the beginning of the world, simple and pure.

The notes in the valley seem to be much more complicated.

The notes that emerge like stars interweave and collide with each other to form a complex and harmonious melody.

The magical thing is that these notes are not only a collection of sounds, but also a carrier of emotions.

They shuttle through the entire valley, as if telling a story, telling the laughter, tears, longing, sadness and hope in the story.

Accompanied by the harmonious music, the whole valley seems to have the color and temperature of life.

…

At the same time.

On the frozen path of the shelter, the road to Middle-earth quietly dissipated.

In the small town of Alpbach, Hermione noticed it at the first time, and her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Standing in the shelter, Hermione looked at the nearby valley from a distance, but no matter what, she could not walk into the valley.

But in her sight, she also saw a shocking scene.

The valley, which was originally only the size of a village or a small town, has undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment, and the area has become endless.

The originally gorgeous colorful river is still hanging in the sky, but compared with before, there is also a golden sun that looks like a flower.

The little dolls that are full of merriment, the flowers that are singing, and the oak trees with human facial features, all of which make her feel like she has returned to the forest where the ugly duckling was before.

Because this place is too much like the fairy tale world described in the book.

...

As a bystander, Hermione was shocked.

And the leader, Ino, after getting over the initial shock, now feels more of a sigh of loss and recovery in his heart.

His miracle is still there.

He can clearly feel everything in the valley, every stone, every grain of dust...

Therefore, the small tavern in the center is also within his awareness.

The tavern covers a small area of ​​about 100 square meters, which is made of blue rocks and divided into two floors.

The architectural style is a kind of medieval retro style.

Of course, this is just the appearance.

What really made Ino feel like he had regained what he had lost was the characteristics of the tavern that he perceived.

The tavern was closed, with an ordinary walnut door.

But he knew that as long as he pushed open the door from the outside, he could enter a world of all kinds of strange things.

There seemed to be countless stories being performed or finished inside.

Including those he had seen in the London Library, One Thousand and One Nights, Grimm's Fairy Tales, Andersen's Fairy Tales, Aesop's Fables, Alice in Wonderland...

However.

Everything is not just that.

Because in his perception, Ino also understood that if he pushed open the door from the tavern, he could entertain those who were favored by fate in countless fantasy stories.

At this moment, he finally understood a problem.

His own miracles were never given by Teacher Hans.

If he really wanted to find an answer, he had this characteristic from the moment he crossed over.

It was just that by accident, he had never really used it.

Compared with what Teacher Hans did before, it was more like pushing open the door from the tavern and entertaining a guest favored by fate.

…

Looking at the closed walnut door of the tavern.

Ino had an urge to swim freely.

But he quickly suppressed the urge in his heart and looked up at the sky instead.

In his sight, a small meteor suddenly flew out of the golden sun shaped like a six-petal tulip.

It dragged its gorgeous tail feathers, crossed the colorful river, and flew straight to the ground.

Ino sat on the soft land and calmly looked at the meteor flying towards him.

Facing this golden meteor, he did not dodge, and in fact, there was no need to dodge.

In the valley, he could feel every blade of grass, every stone and every dust, but he could also control everything here. There was no place safer than here.

The meteor flew away.

Ino slowly raised his hand.

On the index finger of his right hand, there was a golden ring with a ring inlaid with colorful gems.

...

At the same time.

The music in the sky gradually stopped.

As the last note fell, Ino stood up, turned his head and patted the dust on his clothes.

But this inadvertent look back made him see Hermione, who was anxious outside the valley.

It seemed that the meteor just now made the other party a little worried.

Because in the sight, Hermione was holding the chestnut pen given by Teacher Hans, using it as a wand, releasing magic to the valley one by one.

However, no matter how hard she tried, there seemed to be a barrier across time between the valley and the shelter, and all the magic could not splash a ripple.

...

In the valley.

When seeing Hermione's anxious expression, Ino raised his finger slightly.

Soon, the vast valley, after completing the transformation, also welcomed its first guest.

"Ino, are you okay! That meteor scared me, but I can't get in..."

Hermione didn't care about the changes in the valley, and asked with concern as soon as she came in.

And a pair of slender white palms were not idle at this moment, patting up and down, as if to make sure that there was no injury.

However, after Hermione met the pair of pure amber eyes, the small movements of her hands could not help but stop, and a blush rose on her face.

"I'm fine! Better than ever!"

Sensing the shyness of the girl in front of him, Ino decisively changed the subject:

"The valley has changed a lot, you can take a look at it at will. But I have to go out now, otherwise it may make the other party anxious, which is also a kind of impoliteness..."

Patting Hermione's shoulder gently, Ino's figure disappeared at the same time.

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The high tower of Nurmengard.

Grindelwald saw a very interesting scene.

The young man who was still playing and singing just now suddenly appeared in the same place at the moment of disappearance.

Of course, this is nothing, after all, Apparition can also do it.

What really surprised him was that the music that had dissipated seemed to turn into another rhythm, surrounding the young man.

But at this moment.

Grindelwald's expression suddenly froze, and a layer of lingering silver light flashed quietly in his originally dark brown left eye.

Meow! ~That's all for today...

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