The Bard at Hogwarts

early morning.

When the golden six-petal tulips hanging high in the sky bloom quietly, the valley also welcomes a new day.

When the first ray of golden light falls, it seems to be the gentlest awakening.

On the second floor of the tavern, in a quaint guest room.

"Hermione! Get up!" Ino gently pushed the girl next to her.

In fact, after having supper last night, there was no need to say anything more about many things, everything happened naturally.

"Let me sleep a little longer, I'm so tired!"

Hermione murmured and buried her head into the pillow.

Immediately, the whole person turned into a silver-gray sea otter, as if this was the only way to avoid the fate of being bullied.

Looking at the soft sea otter on the bed, Ino didn't know what to say for a moment.

Logically speaking, it would be right for Hermione to sleep more in this state.

"Then you can sleep a little longer, and I'll find someone to ask for leave for you." Ino stood up and looked through the window outside the tavern.

Last night, he discovered a disadvantage of the valley that was not a disadvantage. During the day, there was a sun with golden tulips, but at night, there was no moon and stars.

Otherwise, the sky at night always looks a bit monotonous.

at the same time.

After Hermione turned into a sea otter, she curled up together. The soft bed temporarily relieved her from last night's fatigue.

But just when she was about to fall asleep, her furry ears twitched inadvertently and accurately captured another word.

"Looking for someone...to ask for leave?" Hermione repeated in a daze.

A long while.

"Oh my God! I'm asking for leave! I'm late..." A sharp voice sounded.

In the tavern room, there was a flurry of excitement, and then silence fell.

Hermione left the valley.

In fact, Ino has always been a little confused on this point. It stands to reason that the shelter and the valley are two independent spaces, and theoretically the previous intersection has been severed.

But in fact they are connected to each other.

In his spare time, he also thought about the reason, but in the end he only got a vague answer.

It seems to be because there are ice flowers and maple trees he planted in the shelter.

The planted vegetation becomes something similar to an anchor point, or a coordinate, giving a hint of connectivity between two unrelated worlds.

But a guess is just a guess after all, and we can only find an opportunity to experiment in the future.

"Look for the moon and stars, and now there is another tree to plant..."

Standing in the bistro room, Ino added another post-Christmas itinerary.

There is a treasure trove but no time to explore. In the final analysis, it is the flow of time.

After all, after the change in the valley, although you can now enter the story at will, the speed of time has not been verified. If it was still as fleeting as before, everything would be okay.

Otherwise, if I really have to leave for another year and a half, especially if Voldemort doesn't take care of it, many variables will inevitably arise.

…

When Ino was angry because of Voldemort.

The Ministry of Magic in London also encountered similar problems.

The minister's office, which was always empty, was now crowded with people. Not only were all seven directors of the Ministry of Magic present, but there were also several members of the Wizengamot.

Fudge sat on the sofa and looked at his former colleagues. Although all of them had sad faces, he knew very well how many of them were really sad and how many were just pretending.

"You have finished reading the letter. Now tell me what you think."

Fudge looked around and asked calmly.

Before the situation becomes clear, he will not make any decisions, lest he follow in the footsteps of the previous minister.

As Fudge finished speaking, the female director of the Legal Enforcement Department, Amelia, took over decisively:

"He is provoking the secrecy law. This is not just a matter of England. My opinion is to report it to the International Federation of Wizards and concentrate all our efforts..."

Before Amelia could finish speaking, there were already objections.

"You can't say that. The werewolf attacks have stopped. What the other party wants is not to open the Department of Mysteries and use the Ministry of Magic to explore the ruins of various countries... We can talk about it."

The speaker was Tiberus Ogden, a member of the Wizengamot.

Compared with Amelia's main battle, Ogden is a proper peacemaker. After all, the once crazy Dark Lord has now shown his rationality after his resurrection.

Since you have reason, you can sit down and talk, and there is no need to fight to the death.

Ogden's words aroused the agreement of some people. Almost everyone present was in a high position. In the past, confrontation was impossible, but now that it can be relaxed, no one is willing to make fun of their own safety.

"Talk? The other party wants to find something, can't you see that? If you can't find it, you know better than anyone what the consequences will be."

There was a hint of anger in Emilia's tone. A group of timid people would only compromise.

"And Dumbledore..."

"I think we can talk..."

After Emilia, the office once again fell into discussion.

Facing all kinds of discussions, Fudge turned a deaf ear and sat on the sofa as if he was under a petrification spell.

In fact, these people are brought in to share the pressure rather than to really help with decision-making. Only the more fiercely the two factions quarrel, the safer he, the minister, will be.

While the idea is great, it's clear there are a lot of smart people here.

Bagman from the Sports Department said nothing from beginning to end, as if he was asleep.

Similarly, many people adopted the same attitude as Bagman.

...

After a while.

After finding out that the quarrel was between a few specific people, the scene fell into a stalemate.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fudge again.

The minister, who saw that he could not escape, could only bite the bullet and speak:

"I think... it is a good thing that the werewolves stopped attacking. After all, the Muggle Prime Minister has protested..."

"As for the rest of the matter, we still need to consult Dumbledore's advice."

The minister's tactfulness in answering questions that were not asked left many people speechless.

But at the same time, Fudge's tacit attitude also angered many people.

"Just wait like this! Do nothing! Ha! You will be satisfied if you force out another dark devil."

Amelia stood up and walked out of the office without looking back. Being in the same room with these people made her feel sick.

...

The people left, but Amelia's words woke up many people.

In fact, including Fudge, it seems that no one has ever considered Swinburne's position from beginning to end, but subconsciously thought that he would stand with Dumbledore.

He never thought that he would do anything out of line, just like the battle in Hogsmeade, he would take the lives of innocent people into consideration and abide by the rules.

But all this is based on wishful thinking.

If the other party does not abide by the rules...

At this moment, this small group of people at the top of the English magic world thought of the worst result at the same time.

"The meeting ends here today! I have something else to do."

Fudge stood up and no longer cared about sharing responsibilities. The most important thing at the moment was to find out.

Compared with the confrontation fifteen years ago, the current situation of the three people really made him feel complicated, and there were too many variables involved.