The Bard at Hogwarts

In the evening.

Ino opened the door and returned to his room.

For the whole afternoon, he was telling stories in the hall downstairs. Although he felt a little tired physically, he was satisfied mentally.

To be honest, the so-called bard is not a special identity.

It was just that when he first entered the fantasy world, fate made him meet Hans, who was also a bard.

In order to survive safely, he could only choose to disguise himself as a bard.

Of course, if he met a knight at the beginning, he might now regard himself as an apprentice knight or a knight's follower.

But over time, he gradually fell in love with this profession.

In the past, whether it was telling stories or fortune-telling for people, it was all for the sake of stuttering, but now it has changed from a means of making a living to a hobby.

"From the beginning to the end, you have never been a constraint on me. This is just a hobby..."

Looking at the accordion beside the bed, Ino sighed softly.

To be honest, he also thought about changing his identity and experience, such as a scholar, fortune-teller, adventurer, or even a sailor or navigator.

But considering the age, well... a 12-year-old scholar? A half-grown adventurer? This is a bit unreliable.

...

As time went by, the physical fatigue gradually came.

Ino leaned against the edge of the bed, lying half on his side, and this posture made him feel extremely relaxed.

Similarly, in this half-awake and half-asleep comfort, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and all kinds of past events emerged in his mind.

The former orphanage, the fantasy world of the past, and even the more distant experiences in the past...

A sense of contradiction also arose spontaneously, sometimes I felt very mature, but very young.

Life seemed to have ended, but everything seemed to have just begun.

This feeling is really like a tortuous and long story, which seems to have come to the end, but with twists and turns, the author has laid a lot of foreshadowing for the future chapters, which seems to be the end but not the end.

Just like this, with a faint contradiction and thinking in his heart.

As if to escape some kind of disturbance, or to find answers in dreams, he finally fell asleep on the bed.

…

Time passed quietly like flowing water, slipping away from your fingertips inadvertently.

Ino spent the two-week Christmas holiday in a soothing and comfortable way.

The daily schedule was simple and fulfilling. After breakfast in the morning, he stayed in the room to think about magic, including Transfiguration, Sunshine Magic, and Ice Magic.

After lunch break, he chose to go to the hall downstairs to tell stories and sing songs.

It is worth mentioning that in just two weeks, he not only accumulated a little fame in Hogsmeade and gained a small wave of loyal listeners, but also received attention from some newspapers and magazines.

Even including the Daily Prophet.

I don’t know if the magic world has been too calm in recent years, so that the mainstream newspapers in the magic world of the British Isles will pay attention to such trivial matters.

Of course, this is just attention.

After reading the letter from the Daily Prophet, he threw the letter into the fireplace and burned it.

The letter not only asked him to go to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet in person, but also to wait in line for an interview with an intern reporter.

In terms of calculation, what is the difference between this and those who publish books at their own expense.

Although the things that happened during the holiday emerged in my mind.

But in terms of action, Ino had packed his luggage early in the morning.

When he first came to Hogsmeade, he carried a suitcase; when he returned, he still carried a suitcase.

Of course, this was without opening the suitcase.

As for the owl, this clever little guy had already flown back to Hogwarts.

...

Hogwarts.

Slytherin common room.

After passing through the gap in the wall, Ino finally returned to the familiar common room.

But after seeing a pair of slightly alienated and restrained eyes, he had no desire to stay and turned and walked straight to the dormitory.

Push open the door.

What came into view was the little guy standing on the stand with a silly face, and there were also various Christmas gifts piled up by the bed.

Ino rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, then walked to the bed and began to unpack.

Although there is no custom of returning gifts in England, those gifts that are not close or of low value in daily life can basically be ignored.

But for some valuable gifts, no matter how good or bad the relationship is, basically there must be a return.

Unpacking, reading letters, unpacking, reading letters...

It took nearly half an hour to sort out the gifts.

Although the process is cumbersome, the fun of opening blind boxes is difficult for ordinary people to experience.

Among all the gifts, in addition to some regular chocolates and various candies, he also got a lot of valuable things.

For example, the third-grade standard spells given by Professor Flitwick, the Penhaligon men's perfume given by Hermione, Dumbledore's "Poems of Peter Bean, the Poet", etc....

However, if you want to calculate according to the regular value of the items, it has to be Malfoy, a three-inch Quidditch star statue made of pure gold.

Although the statue does not have fancy magic effects and cannot float in the air, the weight of more than two pounds of gold can already cover up all the shortcomings.

Perhaps humans always have a deep love for gold, and Ino also played with the statue for a while.

After putting all the gifts away, he also turned his attention to the various candies and snacks aside.

But for some reason, after seeing the snacks, the looks of some senior students always flashed through his mind.

Although it is impossible to eat them, you don't want to throw them away. You must know that these beautifully packaged candies are the lifelong dream of many children in the orphanage.

Thinking of this, he stood up decisively and walked towards the door.

…

Common room.

After looking around, Ino walked towards the group of people in the corner.

However, the circle that was chatting lively just now became silent as the distance between each other gradually got closer.

In this situation, he could only pretend that he didn't see it. After all, the person involved, Malfoy, came out to explain, but it still didn't help.

"Goyle!" Ino called.

On the other hand, Gore stood up from his seat as if being called upon by the professor in class.

"Here I am! Mr. Swinburne!"

Looking at Gao Er who looked worried, Ino was also a little tired.

"Come with me, I'll give you something...don't be afraid! It's all Christmas candy."

When he heard that there was food, Gore's expression that was about to burst into tears changed instantly, and he became an impassioned one as if he wanted to have enough to eat before he died.

…

In the dormitory.

Ino sat quietly on the chair, and all the candies that had been piled up had been taken away by Goyle.

He didn't have any particular dislike for Goyle, he was just a silly child, and even when he grew up he would still be a big fool.

In comparison, Crabbe is slightly different. A young wizard who can unleash powerful fire before graduation makes it hard to believe that his current performance is just another kind of disguise.

But regardless of disguise or not, Ino has no intention of interfering, knowing what the future will bring.

There have been too many prophets in history, and no one has stood up to take care of everything.

Even the former prophet with different eyes only steered the ship in the general direction.

Let the flowers bloom in all their splendor and the trees in their majestic form, each unique and growing in its own way.

This may be the greatest respect for life.

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