The Bard at Hogwarts

Unconsciously, the sky has brightened.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning slowly penetrates the heavy clouds, like a carefully polished gold thread, gently and firmly penetrates the gap in the curtains of the room.

The sunlight casts mottled light and shadows on the curtains.

As the curtains swing gently, these light and shadows also jump on the wall, like a group of dancing moon beasts.

On the large desk, various English breakfasts are neatly arranged, exuding an attractive aroma.

The golden fried eggs lie quietly on the plate, with the edges slightly curled up, revealing an attractive temperature. Next to it is a plate of perfectly baked toast, with a slightly browned surface and a rich wheat aroma.

A pot of hot tea is steaming, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing, intertwined with the aroma of breakfast, forming a unique morning atmosphere.

Next to the teacup is a small dish of jam, the bright color of cranberries and the deepness of blueberries complement each other, adding a touch of color to this breakfast.

There was also a plate of freshly cut fruits on the corner of the table. The crystal grapes, rosy apples and golden bananas looked particularly tempting in the morning light.

The whole office looked peaceful and warm in the morning sunshine.

Ino picked up the teacup and tapped the white cup wall with his right index finger. In the blink of an eye, the hot and steaming black tea became mild.

After drinking the tea in the cup in one breath, he also exclaimed impromptu:

"Compared to black tea, I still prefer jasmine tea, the sweetness in the bitterness."

Even though he has lived here for more than ten years, he is still not used to adding honey to black tea. Although it tastes more mellow and silky, he just doesn't like it.

"It's a very practical magic. Some impatient people should like it very much." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Ino put down the teacup and said half-jokingly:

"Then they are doomed to be disappointed, because just like many people like the phoenix, the phoenix only likes the Dumbledore family."

He deliberately cooled the tea, although Dumbledore never mentioned the freezing of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, or even the change in hair color and pupils.

And some things Dumbledore could not mention, but he could not pretend that they did not happen.

Therefore, he also used a joke to show that ice and snow magic is a talent, just as the Dumbledore family is favored by the phoenix.

All of this is attributed to the bloodline, thereby reducing some of the attention from outside. If there are really curious people, they will only check the surname Swinburne.

Sure enough, Dumbledore nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Yes, some people are destined to be disappointed! Because the secrets of magic, no one can figure it out, not even Merlin. Just like Miss Tonks a few years ago, no one thought she would be a Metamorphmagus. When she woke up, her hair turned purple..."

Listening to Dumbledore's chattering about the past, Ino suddenly found that chatting with smart people was really comfortable.

At the same time, he liked Dumbledore's style of doing things more and more, solving problems calmly, and even thinking of a way out and excuses.

Metamorphmagus, a talent that can change appearance at will without the need for Polyjuice Potion, is very practical and magical. It can be said that he is born to be an Auror.

Dumbledore's mention of Tonks is also a silent hint, telling him that he doesn't need to worry too much about a slight change in his appearance, after all, there are lessons from the past.

...

Time always passes quietly.

At 8:30 in the morning, after breakfast, Ino left the principal's office.

This exchange with Dumbledore was very satisfactory.

Not only did he express his inner demands and reassure the old headmaster, he also shifted his attention to Harry.

Because, before leaving, he quietly mentioned: Harry also has a faint evil and temptation, just like the notebook, although Harry's is lighter.

Strolling in the bluestone corridor on the eighth floor.

Although it was the weekend, there were many students passing by after dawn, which also dispelled his idea of ​​making a slide.

He walked down the moving stairs honestly, one floor at a time.

This morning, various things happened one after another, and it was rare for him to calm down and think about it carefully.

Blood is real blood, and Dumbledore did not lie to this.

But the only thing that puzzled him was his own change.

Is it the specialness of the Room of Requirement, or the result of not suppressing his personality during this period of time?

With this doubt, Ino slowly walked into the Slytherin common room.

...

Gently turning the handle on the dormitory door, the door slowly opened.

Unexpectedly, Draco woke up early in the morning of the weekend today.

On weekdays, I always sleep lazily until noon on weekends.

But today, Draco was already dressed and sitting on the bed, staring at the round table in the dormitory with clear eyes.

On the round table, there were 7 slender packages, all of which were carefully tied with brown paper.

Ino glanced at the alarm clock in the dormitory. The clock hand just pointed to 9 o'clock. There was no doubt that Draco got up early for the first time.

"Did you rob the Quidditch boutique? Sitting here in a daze? Are you thinking about whether to turn yourself in to the Auror for a while?"

As soon as the voice fell, Draco shuddered, and then turned his head with a happy face.

"You're back, I've been waiting for you, 7 brooms, Nimbus 2001."

Draco said proudly, pointing to the package on the round table.

"Ino, playing Quidditch? Pick a position, I'll talk to Flint, it'll be done!"

Then, before he could reply, he heard Draco hesitantly say:

"That... Can you not... Can you not pick the position of the seeker, I want to have a good fight with Scarhead."

Seeing Draco's expression, Ino couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't take your position, play your ball well. I prefer to be a professional cheerleader than to play!"

"Professional cheerleader?" Draco said with a puzzled look.

"Yes! Professional cheerleaders are responsible for mobilizing the emotions of the audience before the game."

"Isn't that what the commentator should do?"

Looking at Draco who was still confused, he could only popularize the specific responsibilities of professional cheerleaders in Muggle sports events.

In fact, after discovering that the accordion had the function of composing music, he had this idea, but at that time, because he was a new student and Quirrell was rampant, he had to give up the idea.

Now that the classroom has been frozen, it is useless to be low-key.

The desire to perform in his bones has sprouted again.

"The Cup of Life" in 1998, "Time of Our Lives" in 2002, and even the classic "Waka Waka" in the 2010 World Cup in South Africa

So many super-burning songs, just change a few words, and they can be sung in the Quidditch stadium.

If the response is good enough, he even thought of the Quidditch World Cup in the fourth year, which will bring together 100,000 wizards from all over the world.

If he can really sing, then the 6,000 Galleons owed to Pansy can be paid off in one go.

After all, it is really uncomfortable to owe money.

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