The Bard at Hogwarts

Farm, in the courtyard.

From early morning to noon, Beorn was either chopping wood, feeding grass to the livestock in the fence, or harvesting honey from the beehives behind the yard.

In short, it seemed like there was endless work to do.

And Ino also maintained considerable patience, and stayed by the side without saying a word, waiting for the other party to finish the work.

At noon, watching Beorn clean the last sheepfold.

Ino slowly said:

"Mr. Beorn! If possible, I would like to treat you to lunch and try the candy I brought from my hometown, which is also a reward for staying with you last night."

"Okay! Ask as soon as you have anything you want to ask." Beorn raised his head woodenly, and then turned his eyes to the mountains not far away.

"It seems that you are too late to leave today, so set off early tomorrow morning. Go east along the Misty Mountains, cross the Anduin River, and you will reach the nearest human town in the evening."

"Ha! Thank you for your help, of course! Lunch is still indispensable." Ino smiled embarrassedly.

At this moment, he also put away his contempt. This skin-changer who has lived from the Second Age to the present seems to have wisdom proportional to his size. He is not only big, but also very wise.

...

Half an hour later.

Ino placed piles of chocolates and a large number of cream toffees on the large dining table.

Considering Beorn's size, these candies were successfully wrapped with the help of family magic.

To put it bluntly, it is naked candy, which can be eaten directly with your hands.

Similarly, as the owner of the farm, Beorn also took out freshly baked whole wheat bread, two large bowls of honey and some picked fruits.

Looking at the wooden bowl on the table as big as a washbasin, it was filled with honey that had just been scooped out, and even a few bees were floating in it.

In this regard, Ino not only did not dislike it at all, but picked up the bread and dipped it in honey and ate it happily.

This kind of pure natural honey is sometimes really hard to come by.

"Mr. Beorn, have you met dwarves in recent years?" Ino asked inconspicuously while eating bread.

"Dwarves? Greedy, persistent and stingy." Beorn shook his head and said, "There haven't been dwarves here for a long time, so long that I almost forgot the time."

"Really? To be honest, I don't like dwarves either. If they let go of greed, their civilization might be more brilliant."

Ino also casually said his opinion. From the perspective of Middle-earth, if the dwarves can really get rid of the greedy dragon disease, they may really create another brilliant civilization.

However, because of greed, the dwarves still do their own thing even if they have encountered too many misfortunes and disasters, without any change.

Of course, the protagonist of the story of Smaug, Thorin Oakenshield, the last king of the dwarves of Durin in the Lonely Mountain, successfully broke the curse of dragon disease, but also died in the Battle of Five Armies.

Looking at the history of the dwarves, there is really a feeling that they are not loved by their grandmothers and uncles. Whether it is the era of the Moria Mine or the later era of the King under the Mountain, they are always ill-fated.

Ino also had some understanding of this. After all, judging from the order of creation, the eldest sons, the elves, and the youngest sons, the humans, always received more favor from Ilúvatar.

As the dwarves ranked second, it was understandable that they were subconsciously ignored.

…

Ten minutes later, Beorn finished the last piece of bread in his hand.

“Very good candy, especially the milk candy, which made me feel a faint sense of happiness. There must be something magical in it.”

Hearing this, Ino also put down the food in his hand and said in surprise:

“Maybe! But I have never thought about this, I just think it tastes very good.”

“False happiness can sometimes make people intoxicated.” As he spoke, Beorn slowly closed his eyes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes became a little deeper:

"I don't know why you came here, but the Misty Mountains have changed. The dark breath has infected the forest, and the woodland elves are just tolerant and retreating..."

"If possible, leave early tomorrow morning! I haven't seen a human wizard for a whole era."

Ino seemed to have guessed the reason why he was treated so well.

Because he heard some attachment and gratitude in Beorn's tone.

"I will leave!" Ino said calmly, "To be honest, I really don't have any purpose, I'm just passing by."

"Oh! It's up to you." Beorn nodded slowly, and then said:

"After dusk, you'd better stay in the house. I admit that you have some of the charm of a former human wizard, but your strength is still a little weak, at least you can't cause me fatal harm."

"I won't go out today!" Ino blurted out without thinking.

...

After lunch, Beorn was busy again, and seemed to be driving cattle, sheep and horses to graze.

With nothing to do, Ino used Transfiguration to transform a stone into a rocking chair made of vines.

He lay in the courtyard leisurely, basking in the sun, making up for the sleep he lost from staying up late last night, and fell asleep comfortably.

At dusk.

A breeze blew from the Misty Mountains, blowing through the courtyard with a hint of coolness.

Ino slowly opened his eyes, and he slept very soundly.

After all, the name of the skin-changing man Beorn was also resounding among the dark forces.

In the story, the pale orc Azog, the leader of the orcs, did not dare to attack the farm even with a small team of elite wolf riders. He could not even harass the farm.

After waking up, Ino looked around the courtyard and did not find Beorn. He thought that the other party had changed his skin and turned into a giant bear as usual, and went to the Misty Mountains to take revenge on the orcs.

During the conversation at noon, after learning that there had been no dwarves recently, the timeline had actually been determined.

It should be before the story of the dragon Smaug, and during this period, if he went to the human world, he would enjoy a relatively peaceful time.

This also made him decide to set off early tomorrow morning, cross the Anduin River to the east, and live in the Holy White City for a while.

As for the story of Smaug, what should happen will happen naturally, and what should end will end naturally.

…

Before night fell.

Just as Ino was preparing to make some simple dinner, the vibration sound of the giant bear running yesterday came from outside the farm gate again.

This made him subconsciously pick up the wand and put it in his pocket after a moment. Beorn is not a werewolf. Although he is a little irritable after changing his skin, he still has basic rationality. Otherwise, let alone the animals, the manor would have been barren.

As the sound got closer.

The manor gate was suddenly opened.

"Fili! Quick... Bombur, run, it's going to bite your ass!"

A teenager about five feet tall, equivalent to 13 or 14 years old in human years, suddenly squeezed in from outside the door.

Then, like dumplings in a pot, one, two, three, four...

"Close the door!"

As one of the dwarves gave the order, everyone worked together to close the farm gate, and even almost pinched the giant bear's nose on the way.

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