The Bard at Hogwarts

"Ole Luck-Oie!"

Looking at the gifts hanging on the oak tree, Ino softly read out the name of the dream god in the story - Ole Luke.

Ole is the most common name, representing countless ordinary people, and Luke is the abbreviation of 'Lukke' and 'Cie', which means to close your eyes.

The dream god is famous for telling stories and can bring beautiful dreams to children after they fall asleep.

As Ino's voice fell, the three gifts hanging on the branches fell off.

The robe slowly flew to his side, and then covered the original robe like light and shadow. The standard robe belonging to Slytherin did not change, but it was more noble and mysterious than before.

Unlike the first game of the Goblet of Fire, the clothes were just worn with texture.

This time, anyone with eyes can see that the robe on Ino is different.

Of course, if you have to say what is different, even if you invite Madam Malkin from Diagon Alley, you probably won't find the problem with the clothes.

The robe of the god of sleep is really like light and shadow. It has no entity, but it has changed the style of the clothes.

...

At the same time.

Two retro umbrellas with completely different styles are now fused together. The ribs of the umbrellas have also changed from the original smooth logs to the same material as the magic wand - uneven elderberry.

This also makes the umbrella look heavier and more stable. With a length of two feet and 60 centimeters, it looks like a gentleman's civilized stick in the hand.

The surface of the umbrella cloth is painted with patterns of different styles with colorful paints, such as the flowers in spring, the stars in summer nights, the bright moon in autumn, and the falling snow in winter...

Under the convergence of various colors, it looks like a colorful sky at first glance.

And under the umbrella, the place that can only be seen after it is opened seems a bit monotonous. Because it shows different styles, the inside is deep ink blue, and a few simple lines look like rolling black fog.

"The shroud of nightmares..."

After getting the umbrella, Ino understood its function.

In the original story, the dream god has two umbrellas. The colorful umbrella brings fantastic dreams to good children, and the dark umbrella wipes away the dreams of disobedient children. It probably doesn't have the ability to create nightmares.

Ino looked down at the umbrella in his hand. There was no problem with beautiful dreams, but the dark side looked like a Boggart hiding inside.

It seemed to confirm the saying that energy flows wherever attention goes.

As soon as he thought of Boggart, Ino felt the shadows rolling under his feet.

Soon, a wisp of black smoke merged into the umbrella, and the original dark blue umbrella cloth turned into dark black. Even the cursed mountain people and corrupted skeletons in Middle-earth could be vaguely seen...

"This time it really became a nightmare..."

Standing under the oak tree, Ino looked at the umbrella with a sigh. With the addition of Boggart, the dream brought fear, and a real nightmare was born.

Although it was a sigh, a smile always appeared on his face. The valley seemed to surprise him again.

Because it reminded him of his previous communication with Lupin. It seemed that from that time on, he believed in the relationship between Boggart and nightmare in his heart, but later he was distracted by many things and gradually forgot this idea.

Now, the seeds planted before seem to have sprouted new branches.

…

"In a moment, the night opens its eyes, the interweaving of light and darkness breeds infinity, the hand of creation, paints dreams on the traceless horizon..."

Ino picked up the unusual umbrella with colorful patterns, just waved it gently, as if touching the most mysterious mechanism between heaven and earth.

In an instant, the brightness of the day was gently covered by a layer of deep night.

Under the cover of night, the six-petal tulip sun quietly disappeared, and the colorful rivers in the sky also merged with the ink color.

The vast valley once again became a single color.

But then, the colorful gems hanging on the oak branches seemed to be summoned, and they flew into the sky with the gems produced in the previous few years.

Although it was dark, the dazzling gems seemed to shine by themselves.

Moonstones with colorful halos, sea-blue topaz, bright pigeon blood rubies, deep cornflower sapphires, and emerald green garnet tsavorites...

Like a brilliant galaxy, running far into the night sky.

In the dark night sky, these stars transformed from gems quickly arranged into various wonderful patterns, some like the Milky Way pouring down, and some like the rotation of constellations, decorating the entire night sky like a dream.

Ino looked up at this sudden feast of stars. Although he created it himself, he was still amazed at the beauty beyond imagination, as if he was in a dreamy fairy tale world.

The night sky was woven with stars.

"The bright moon rises from the darkness, and the silver light falls, softening the edge of the night. She is the queen of the night and the guide of dreams. With soft light, she soothes the loneliness of the world..."

In the valley, the chanting of poetry sounded.

The crystal ball slowly rose into the sky, flying higher and higher, becoming brighter and brighter, and the cold rays of light illuminated the entire valley.

The land of more than 70,000 square kilometers was instantly covered with a silver gauze.

But when he saw the barren wasteland in the distance, Ino frowned slightly.

…

After the Star Chapter and Moon Ode ended, the dark night of the valley ushered in a new movement.

The song of the mountains and rivers, the chant of the river, the language of the forest…

I don't know how long it took, Ino slowly put down the umbrella in his hand.

The whole valley has completely changed its appearance, as if it had experienced the chapter of creation, and it has become full of vitality.

As the creator, he knew that all this was due to the umbrella of the god of dreams, but he could not deny the credit of another gift.

The well, which was only a few inches and looked like an upside-down teacup, has now been enlarged countless times and turned into a wellhead with a diameter of three feet, standing firmly on the ground.

There is a water source in the valley.

Although magic can also create clear water, it is ultimately rootless duckweed.

Now that there is a water source, there is a real river. The winding water nourishes all things. This is an endless power.

…

Ino stood quietly on the soft soil, with a dreamy night sky above his head.

He used to carefully tell stories, but now he has his own stories.

After many years, scenes of the past emerged.

"Are you still in a daze?" Ino turned around and looked.

Behind him was Hermione, who looked shocked.

In fact, he had known about Hermione's existence for a long time, but he had no time to be distracted at that time.

Probably, it was like a painter who always had to finish the painting when inspiration struck.

As Ino finished speaking, Hermione woke up from her dream.

"Oh my God! This is simply..."

It seemed that she was perhaps surprised, and for a long time Hermione couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it.

"A fairy tale that comes true!" Ino took over the topic.

"Yes! A dream comes true!" Hermione nodded in agreement and added: "Just like a fairy tale!"