The Bard at Hogwarts

Ole Luke, the dream god in fairy tales.

Perhaps he is not as famous as the Greek gods, does not contain wisdom as much as the Norse myths, and is not even as good as the Celtic myths.

But the dream god is a very special existence in fairy tales.

In the story, Ole Luke can not only lead children into a dream world full of fantasy, but he can also do whatever they want in the dream.

In fact, after getting the Dream God suit and communicating with Greene William before contacting him, Ino also understood the hidden information behind some things.

The three oak trees are like a prayer pool, but their essence is still dependent on the valley.

This is a bit like the Philosopher's Stone. The difference is that Nico used tedious alchemical methods and a little luck to materialize an ancient rune.

Acorns, on the other hand, are simpler, cruder, and illogical fruits that embody abilities.

But no matter how different the methods are, both have one premise, and that is the concept of ‘being’. The original world must have it in order to achieve concreteness.

Just like in a world without magic, no matter how much effort is put into it, it may not be possible to make a simple looking glass. The same is true.

Likewise.

Being able to enter a fantasy world and have the ability to have your wishes come true.

Combining its own miracles with magic, the oak tree bears the most perfect fruit based on these two points, the suit of the Dream God.

After thinking about all this, Ino once sighed.

In the past few years, every gift seemed to be a potential demand deep in his heart.

…

Lestrange Ancestral Hall.

After Ino made his attitude clear, Voldemort also stood up and walked to the middle of the auditorium.

Voldemort's pace was a little slow, but every step was very calm. Perhaps to outsiders, this was a sign of confidence.

But only the person involved didn’t think so.

At this moment, Voldemort did not worry about how the secret of the Horcrux would be known, because it would be meaningless.

At the moment, we can only find a way to deal with the situation at hand, otherwise everything will be empty talk.

Lestrange's auditorium is very large, but the straight-line distance from the main seat to the middle only takes less than a dozen steps.

In these dozen steps, Voldemort's mind was spinning at an unprecedented speed.

Disapparation was not possible, and although the fireplace was not far away, it was impossible for the two people opposite him to give him this time. Moreover, if the Ministry of Magic can ban Apparition, it will inevitably cut off the Floo Network.

I can't escape by running, but if we really have to fight...

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore who was standing aside. Although he was very confident, he had no chance of winning in a two-on-one situation.

As for the Death Eaters present, expecting these people to be effective is not as reliable as counting on the internal strife between the two opposite parties.

…

But no matter what, you can't just sit still and wait for death.

"If you think about it carefully, this shouldn't be like this between us, and the conflict is not irresolvable..."

However, before Voldemort could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ino:

"There is no point in talking about it anymore, Mr. Riddle."

In fact, many things have been doomed for a long time. He is the most unlikely person in the world to coexist with Voldemort.

The reason is simple. The moment he discovered the dice, the conflict could no longer be resolved.

Although Voldemort behaved very rationally from beginning to end, this was based on the premise that there was hope for the other party.

After searching all the relics and finding that he didn't find what he wanted, who will Voldemort think of when he looks back?

The answer is actually self-evident.

…

at the same time.

As Ino expressed his attitude, Voldemort also gave up the last chance.

Made of yew wood, with a 13-inch phoenix feather core.

Voldemort, who picked up the magic wand, suddenly seemed to be a different person, or in other words, his previous disguise was completely torn away.

The Dark Lord, who once made people fear him, seems to be back again.

The chaos caused by the actual killing and black magic filled the auditorium, which made many Death Eaters look frightened, and of course a few were fanatical.

But no matter what, as the person closest to Voldemort, Ino calmly opened the umbrella in his hand.

This was the first time he opened his umbrella publicly in a non-dream state.

In an instant, with the umbrella as the center, another more vast rhythm emerged spontaneously.

Vitality, vitality, joy and inclusion.

This peculiar atmosphere not only dilutes the coldness of killing and black magic, but also triggers wonderful changes in the surroundings.

…

The air seemed to become a little quieter.

But before the two of them took action, an abrupt and slightly older voice sounded:

"There's been a fight again. It seems I have to stay somewhere else."

As the words fell, the Lestrange ancestral house, which had been passed down for a long time, became transparent to the naked eye, and then quickly shrank into a three-foot mini house.

What’s even more amazing is that this mini house also has a human-like face and slightly awkward limbs.

When he noticed that everyone was looking at him, he quickly spread his legs and rushed towards the distant path as if to escape.

The house ran away on its own.

But that's not all. Leaving the house is like a signal. The tables, chairs, sofas, and even tableware and cups left in the open space have also sprouted facial features and limbs.

The first ones to react were the chairs and tables with long legs, while the slowest ones were the complete set of teapots and teacups that came with them.

Noise, crying, and various calls were heard.

If you only listened to the sound, you would think that a terrible tragedy had happened.

After all, the little teacups cried and called their mothers in their childish voices, which sounded a bit pitiful.

But fortunately, all this did not last long. In less than a minute, the last heavy sofa also took its legs and disappeared behind the country road.

…

The originally luxurious hall has now become a quiet wilderness.

Unlike the shock of the Death Eaters, Dumbledore's joy was beyond words, and his eyes clearly revealed an eager expression. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Pa, pa!" Crisp applause rang out in the wilderness.

"Great! Really! You always bring me surprises. In fact, we are all standard Slytherins. Maybe we really shouldn't be enemies."

Voldemort applauded and praised, but at the last moment he still did not forget to try to divide and win over.

Ino stood quietly, looking at Voldemort, who had been changed beyond recognition by the black magic, and sighed:

"In fact, the essence of magic is a deep, broad and inclusive power, which contains endless mysteries and symbiotic wisdom."

"However, just as light and shadow coexist, this tolerance also has its limits..."

As he spoke, Ino looked around, Dumbledore, Lucius, Bella, Fenrir... Finally, his eyes fell on Voldemort again.

"When an individual or behavior crosses the boundaries of respect and understanding, even the most broad and inclusive magic will show an inviolable side..."

"Avada eats a big melon!"

Before Ino finished speaking, he was responded by the oncoming Killing Curse.

...

The Killing Curse was swift and decisive.

Faced with the sudden attack, Ino did not panic at all, even though Voldemort had a good grasp of the timing.

Because with the opening of the umbrella, the surrounding sight had already undergone drastic changes.

The overlap of dreams and reality

In this dreamlike environment, everything became arbitrary.

And this is the reason why he dared to come to the door.

Just like transfiguration, the essence of magic seems to be a kind of wish come true.

And under the superposition of the dream god's umbrella and magic, the two had a nearly miraculous reaction.

About as thick as a baby's arm, the lightning-fast death curse changed its direction in an instant, and the green beam flew straight into the sky.

"Bang!"

A bright green firework bloomed in the sky.

The color that originally represented death now only had crystal clear beauty.