The Bard at Hogwarts

The afterglow of the setting sun fell, and the forest seemed to be stained with a layer of golden light.

In the clearing in the forest, Ino sat on the soft lawn, and behind him was an accordion floating in the air.

"The heart lives on the sea, born with it, looking for a destination, with the wind as a rudder, with the waves as a companion, the will is not cold, the will is not cold..."

Accompanied by the music of the accordion, Ino gradually closed his eyes, but the song in his mouth was still singing:

"...Looking for a guide, giving the direction of life, not being swayed by the storm; even if hope and patience leave me, as long as I see the direction, life will let me arrive..."

This is an exotic folk song, a song that touches the soul. After Ino adapted it, it was also the first time to sing it.

After about a quarter of an hour, the accordion slowly stopped after playing the last note.

Although the accordion stopped playing, Ino never opened his eyes.

Time passed by every second.

"Maybe you are right. This time the dwarves were really favored. They ran away... Under strict defense, they ran out of the dungeon along the river."

The familiar voice sounded again, and Ino opened his eyes. Thranduil, the king of the woodland elves, had appeared here without knowing when.

"The rest is up to you. If you want to stay here, stay here. If you want to go to Lonely Mountain, go to Lonely Mountain. We don't mind one more movement."

As if he was born proud, Thranduil turned around and left resolutely after he finished speaking.

Looking at the back of the elf king, Ino secretly said thank you in his heart.

This is a happy situation for everyone, and it also confirms the previous divination results.

In a good mood, he turned his head and looked at the elf girl next to him.

"Doris! Now my song is over, but there are still many interesting stories. Do you want to listen?"

...

The pages of the story are gently turned at the fingertips, and the handwriting flows slowly in front of the eyes.

The bards are responsible for leading the audience into a wonderful world.

Time passed silently in one story after another. It took away people's fatigue and left them full of joy and expectation.

The twenty-third day of arriving in the Woodland Kingdom.

In the morning, while still lying on the bed, he heard Doris's slightly excited voice outside the room.

"Ino! Get up quickly, my brother sent a message that the dwarves who came with you really killed the evil dragon Smaug, and I heard that there were humans from Long Lake Town to help."

"Get up! Wait a moment." Ino replied while waving his wand, letting the robe hanging on the hanger float to his hand.

After getting dressed, he opened the door and saw Doris's expression of seeking praise.

The girl's delicate cheeks were full of her thoughts.

Seeing this, Ino also smiled dumbly, "Doris is really amazing, she can get news from such a far distance."

"Of course! My brother has been the captain of the sentinel since he became an adult, and he is 150 years old!"

Looking at the proud girl, Ino also asked curiously: "So long ago? How old are you this year?"

In fact, this question has always been what he wanted to ask since the moment he met Doris, but he has no suitable opportunity.

Now it is just right to use this topic to satisfy his curiosity.

"I am 49 years old, and I will grow up in one year." Doris blurted out without thinking, as if she had been waiting to be asked.

However, Doris just finished her age, and then the whole person drooped again.

"According to the human solar year, I still have to wait 20 years to grow up..."

The elf is 20 years old for one year old.

After some calculations, Ino suddenly found that the real age of the elf girl in front of him was over 980 years old.

Sure enough, time is meaningless in the eyes of elves.

After satisfying his curiosity, he also turned his thoughts to the dwarves.

According to Doris, it was obvious that the story had entered its finale. The killing of the evil dragon Smaug meant that the final Battle of the Five Armies was about to begin.

"Doris, I may have to leave."

Ino looked at the elf girl apologetically. During this period of contact, he also knew that the other party was actually quite lonely, otherwise he would not be so clingy.

Thanks to the longevity of the elves, there were not even a few friends of the same age in the huge woodland kingdom.

"Are you leaving?" Doris was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes were quickly covered with a layer of mist.

"Then will you come back? I still have a lot of things hidden and haven't shared with you."

It seems that parting is always a bit sad. Looking at the girl in front of him, Ino hesitated for a moment.

"Sorry! I don't know, but it is very likely that I will not come back in the future!"

In the end, he decided to tell the truth.

Although Gandalf had said something like a welcome, he knew very well that although Gandalf was of a high status, Middle-earth was far from being decided by a Maia (a lesser god).

Not to mention Ilúvatar, the creator god at the top, Gandalf alone has 15 Valar (main gods) above him.

On the other side, as Ino finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

For a long time.

"Go! Go! Don't ever come back, don't play with me again, and I won't share my hidden things with you."

Doris stood up angrily, and then ran out of the room regardless of anything.

Looking at the girl's back, Ino opened his mouth, but never said anything.

But there is really no way to deal with this kind of thing. People are not plants. In the past three years of travel, he has encountered too many such things, but they often end in separation.

There may be a short-term sadness, but after a short time, it will be forgotten. Sometimes passers-by are just passers-by after all.

...

The thirty-third day of arriving in the Woodland Kingdom.

Since the conversation ten days ago, Ino has never seen Doris again.

Looking at the elves gathering in groups, he can't care too much now, and can only do what he can in the last time.

In the underground palace, he thought of Legolas and gave all the white fresh essence in stock to the elf prince. After instructing the other party on how to use it, he rode on the broom and prepared to go to Lonely Mountain.

After this period of contact, he is no longer worried that Thranduil will fight the dwarves rashly and foolishly as in the story.

Without any worries, all he has to do is to hide on the city wall and kill a few orcs while there is still time, and witness the famous Battle of the Five Armies in Middle-earth.

"Please wait a moment!"

Just as Ino sat on the broom and prepared to take off, a strange voice came to his ears.

An adult male elf warrior.

"This is a gift from my sister! Although I don't agree with her doing this. But as a brother, I can only try my best to meet all her requirements."

A bracelet cut and woven from red maple leaves.

"Thank Doris for me! Also, this half bottle of potion is for you. If you get hurt, sprinkle some on it."

Ino took the bracelet and put it on his wrist.

Then he lightly kicked the ground with his feet, and the whole person appeared in the air like an arrow from a string in the blink of an eye.

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