The Bard at Hogwarts

The end of every weekend is the beginning of a new week.

Whether it is busy or leisurely, the past is always the past.

...

On Monday evening.

Hogwarts held a grand dinner again.

No other reason, today is the time for the Goblet of Fire to select the champion.

As the host, the Ministry of Magic of England also sent an old acquaintance, Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, and another new director of the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation.

In the professor's seat, Ino looked at Bagman, who looked a little old, and the latter also nodded to show his friendliness.

He was quite optimistic about the director of the Sports Department. He had certain abilities and considerable vision and knew how to judge the situation. The development and growth of the film and television mirror in recent years is inseparable from the other party's efforts.

Of course, no one is perfect.

Bagman's biggest shortcoming is greed for money and gambling.

Although the Quidditch World Cup and the shocking and unexpected gambling in the original story are missing, Bagman's essence has not changed.

But all this has nothing to do with him.

After nodding to Bagman, Ino also looked at another old friend in the guest seat, Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff.

Compared with Bagman, Karkaroff was more slick and shrewd. He not only successfully avoided the final liquidation of Voldemort's downfall, but also kept his position as headmaster after some operations.

And the latter, under Ino's gaze, showed an almost flattering smile.

Perhaps, there are really no fools in this world.

Whether it is Karkaroff in the original story, or the Lucius couple, or more people...

Many people seem to have only one way to go, but in fact they have no choice.

Solidified hatred forces many people to stand on the opposite side.

...

Eight thirty in the evening.

As Professor McGonagall stood up, the whole hall suddenly became quiet.

After a long time, Filch walked towards the guest seat again with the Goblet of Fire.

The blue flame was still burning.

Suddenly, Ino thought of a word deep in his memory - passing on the torch.

At this time, Professor McGonagall also walked to the side of the Goblet of Fire.

"Fair selection! The warriors of the three schools will be selected fairly by the Goblet of Fire!"

As Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the entire auditorium suddenly darkened, and only the burning Goblet of Fire emitted a blue light.

Perhaps it was a different mentality.

Nowadays, when seeing such a big event, Ino always holds a calm attitude, and has no intention of cheating.

No matter which of the three schools wins the championship in the end, he doesn't care.

The most fundamental reason why the Triwizard Tournament can continue to be passed down for so many years may be its fairness.

In fact, this is the case. If any competition loses fairness, it really has no meaning to exist.

...

The dinner was carried out in an orderly manner.

There were no accidents in the Triwizard Tournament this time, and there was no so-called fourth warrior.

As the three warriors entered the room next to the auditorium, the ordinary banquet really began.

Various exquisite foods appeared on the table. While everyone was enjoying the delicious food, they did not forget to discuss the three warriors who had just been elected. They all looked very busy.

…

Time flies, and it passes in a flash.

A week passed in a trance.

Since the champions have been determined, the topic of the castle in the past week has always revolved around the champions of the Goblet of Fire.

Support, doubt, discussion... all kinds of rumors, it seems that there has been no interruption.

In the enthusiastic atmosphere of the castle, Ino quietly became an audience.

Once, after he entered Hogwarts, he was also determined to be a real audience.

It's just that he was born at the wrong time. Under various external factors, the storyteller was eventually involved in the story.

But now it is different. No one can influence his thoughts, whether it is the magic world or the Muggles.

…

Twilight on the weekend.

The sky is gray.

Hogwarts is also gently covered by a layer of drizzle like a veil.

The rain is fine and long, gently knocking on the window lattice, making a pleasant sound.

The second floor of the castle.

The office of the mechanical magic class.

Ino stood quietly by the window, and the shadow behind him was stretched very long under the orange magic light.

The slender shadow seemed to blend into the tranquility of autumn.

The fallen leaves of the Whomping Willow outside the castle slowly fell with the rhythm of the autumn rain. They spun and fluttered in the air, and finally gently touched the ground.

This is a scene with a bit of bleakness.

But in this bleakness, it also reveals an indescribable tranquility and peace.

By the window, Ino's eyes followed the trajectory of each fallen leaf, and a faint thought surged in his heart.

Some of them were nostalgia for the past years, and some were longings for the future.

But more of them were nostalgia.

A breeze quietly blew into the window, bringing the unique freshness and moisture after the rain.

The wind seemed to have thoughts.

Feeling the breeze brushing across his cheeks, Ino took a deep breath of the slightly cool air and suddenly felt very comfortable.

…

The rain is still falling.

At this moment, it seems to have transformed into a bard, telling the story of autumn in its own unique way.

On this quiet weekend evening.

Ino stood quietly by the window, listening to the sound of rain, watching the falling leaves, trying to be the first listener of the autumn rain.

But not all the disturbances and noise will go away. When the sky gradually darkened, a rhythmic knocking sound rang out in the quiet office.

"Knock! Knock!"

Yu's story seemed to be interrupted, but Ino was not annoyed, because he had already felt the identity of the person who came to the door.

...

"I am almost annoyed by them! They want to be entertaining, fair, interesting, and have a certain amount of gambling..."

"Merlin, I can understand fairness and fun, but I can't understand what kind of gambling is needed in a Triwizard Tournament..."

After entering the door, Professor McGonagall kept complaining.

For this complaint, Ino listened quietly throughout the whole process. In fact, he also knew that this matter was not Professor McGonagall's fault.

After all, in the huge Hogwarts, there are not many people who can let Professor McGonagall let go of her shackles and relax and communicate.

As far as he knows now, it seems that only Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, can communicate with Professor McGonagall without scruples in these years.

In the past, there was Dumbledore above, and although Professor McGonagall was tired, she would not have too much pressure. Now that she has become the headmaster, all things have to be put on her.

"I am also angry and confused. I am sorry for letting you listen to my complaints."

Professor McGonagall said a little embarrassedly, as if she realized that her behavior was inappropriate.

"It's okay. It's better for you to say it out loud than to hide it in your heart."

Ino didn't care about Professor McGonagall's complaints at all, but through the other party's narration just now, he also understood the problem.

"Professor, do you still remember the level you jointly arranged when Harry entered school twelve years ago..."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall was also stunned for a moment, as if she was recalling a long-lost memory.

...

For a long while.

"You mean?" Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully.

"Yes, use the level that once protected the Philosopher's Stone, ride a broom to find the key, play wizard chess... Leave the security to me, but the way to pass the level can be diverse."

Ino said his thoughts calmly.

Since the Goblet of Fire has been re-ignited, it doesn't matter if history repeats itself again.

The level of enrollment twelve years ago was staged again, which was a perfect reincarnation, just like the curtain call of a stage play.

Similarly, the autumn rain just now evoked a faint longing, and Ino also wanted to make up for the regrets of the past.

As a person outside the story, it seems that something is always missing if you don’t join the treasure hunt in the first year of school.

Xiaodi’s sharing today: Wizengamot

The Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world. Its functions are similar to the combination of the court and the parliament. It was established earlier than the Ministry of Magic.

The trial here is conducted in the form of questions asked by the interrogator, and the clerk is responsible for recording. The final verdict is determined by the result of a show of hands by the members of the Wizengamot.

There are currently about 50 members in the Wizengamot, and the highest officer is called the Chief Magician of the Wizengamot. All members must wear purple robes when attending the trial, and an exquisite silver "W" is embroidered on the left front of the robe.