The Bard at Hogwarts

In the quiet valley.

Ino leaned under the oak tree, with a square piece of white linen spread in front of him.

On top of the linen, there are various sealed paper bags, no less than a dozen of them.

Each packaged paper bag has its own label: wormwood, daisy, airship plum, hellebore, amphora, guardian tree, whomping willow, biting sugar cane...

"The price of herbal medicines has skyrocketed now. If it hadn't been for Professor Snape's introduction, we wouldn't have been able to buy these seeds."

Hermione sat cross-legged on the ground, laying out packets of seeds like building blocks.

"The price has skyrocketed?" Ino was slightly startled, but soon thought of the reason and said:

"It's probably because of the werewolves. If this continues, something will happen sooner or later."

"Who says it isn't!" Hermione nodded with deep feeling.

Today she went to Hogsmeade to buy these seeds. What she saw and heard along the way made her feel a kind of calm before the storm.

Perhaps because the topic was a bit heavy, the two of them stopped talking.

Ino leaned against the tree trunk, thinking about the dream god's umbrella. The feeling after using it today made him feel like he was releasing the deformation technique.

And this is not just an ordinary disguise, the umbrella is more like an amplifier, realizing the thoughts in the heart.

This sounds powerful, but in fact it is more effective in dreams.

The valley, perhaps because of its particularity, or for some other reason, allowed him to make his wishes come true. However, it is not known what effect the umbrella will have after actually walking out of the valley.

But no matter what, you always have to experiment, including exclusive dreams.

…

On the other side, although Hermione also kept quiet, she always seemed worried.

She thought more, not only about the situation after the confidentiality law was broken, but also about the safety of her parents in London.

A trace of confusion flashed from time to time in a pair of beautiful brown eyes.

A long while.

Hermione spoke softly, as if talking to herself and doubtingly: "Is it really impossible to get rid of wolfsbane?"

"What do you think?" Hearing this, Ino took over the topic with a smile:

"If someone told you ten years ago that there is magic in this world, what would you think? If before today, someone told you that magic can create the moon, stars, mountains and rivers..."

Listening to the soft words in her ears, Hermione's eyes gradually focused again, and her eyes were locked on the herbal seeds in front of her.

"If wolfsbane can be eradicated, it will definitely be possible! Just like I can bring back the dead."

Hermione spoke firmly, her expression no longer as confused as before.

At the same time, Ino suddenly felt a wave of magic power.

He had seen this situation before. It was a gift from magic after the little wizard decided on a certain belief.

Pansy once had it, but now Hermione also caught the last train and received this gift before becoming an adult.

"Now that you have a goal, plant them!" Ino stood up and picked up two packets of seeds.

…

Time always passes by inadvertently.

On the last weekend of September, as the sun slowly sets in the west, the sky gradually takes on the colors of dusk.

Filch and Moody once again guarded the only way into the castle.

But the difference is that Filch is keen on checking the students' bags, while Moody cares more about the students' status.

He ignored the students with evasive eyes, and instead focused on those who looked dull or absent-minded.

When I agreed to Dumbledore's request and came to work at Hogwarts, I thought it would be boring.

But as time went by, Moody gradually fell in love with this job, especially the current interrogation, which made him feel like being an Auror again.

As the last student returned, Moody slowly closed the door to Hogsmeade.

Under the night, he slowly looked at the castle not far away. The windows with warm light were like shining stars in the dark night.

…

"Thanks for the sweets, Draco!"

In the dormitory, Ino opened the brown paper bag with Honeydukes printed on it and took out the snow-white butter toffee inside.

"You're welcome, everyone who went out today is crazy! It's like going to Hogsmeade for the first time..."

Draco sat on the chair and talked disdainfully about what he had seen today.

Hogwarts has been locked down for less than a month, but the people who went out today acted as if they had never seen the world before, as if they were interested in everything, and they bought everything with a vengeance...

Shops like Honeydukes have become the focus of attention. He queued for an entire hour for this small bag of candy.

"Hahaha!" Listening to Draco's narration, Ino couldn't help laughing.

It's not that there was anything too funny, it was mainly because of Draco's expression, she looked like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.

"Just laugh! I won't bring it to you next time..." The sudden laughter made Draco a little angry.

"Haha... Okay, I won't laugh!" Ino took a deep breath and suppressed the laughter in his heart. After all, joking must be done within a certain limit.

"That's right! In return for the candy, how about I give you a sweet dream tonight?"

"Send it to me? Sweet dreams?" Draco rubbed his ears, as if to confirm whether he heard correctly. He had never heard that dreams could be given as a gift.

"Yes! I'll give you a sweet dream!" Ino nodded seriously.

On the other side, Draco suddenly hesitated. The last time Ino showed such an expression was when he was examined by a light a few years ago...

"Don't worry! I won't hurt you." Seeing his roommate's hesitation, Ino said firmly.

He admitted that this time was an experiment, but it was essentially a dream, a dream that would come true.

"Okay then! What do you need me to do?" After hearing the guarantee, Draco changed his previous hesitation and suddenly became interested.

"Wash up early and go to bed early, that's it!" Ino spread his hands, indicating that no preparations were needed.

...

The bright moon was hanging in the sky.

When the lights in the castle windows disappeared one by one, Hogwarts fell into silence.

In the dark dormitory.

Ino leaned quietly on the bed. Although he was wearing cotton pajamas, a layer of hazy fluorescence appeared on his body.

If there was a mirror at this moment, he would definitely find that he was exactly the same as some people in the Greek story.

At the beginning, those people also had such a luster.

This is a deep and restrained light that comes from the inside out. This light is not obvious during the day, but it can be easily detected in the quiet night.

However, Ino didn't care about these things. When he heard Draco's slow breathing, he gently opened his umbrella.

At the same time, a magical rhythm quietly appeared in the dormitory.

Perhaps it was the first time to compile a dream, Ino didn't notice this magical rhythm at all, and it was not limited to the dormitory.

Like ripples in a pond, it slowly spread to the entire castle.

And the Slytherin and Hufflepuff dormitories in the underground became the first targets.

Of course, the Potions Office, which was also in the basement of the castle, naturally couldn't escape.

...

The first floor of the basement, the auditorium, the second and third floors of the castle...

As time went on, this magical rhythm slowly enveloped the entire castle.

The eighth floor, the principal's office.

The moment he felt this rhythm, Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes were like stars in the night sky.

Soon, the sharp gaze gradually faded. The current situation reminded him of the prophecy made by Gellert a month ago.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore closed his eyes again, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Time flies... The weekend passed in a trance...

Well, even if you have to go to work or school tomorrow, Xiaodi wishes everyone a happy day.