The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 107 Greenhouse and Thunderstorm (Third Update)

Slytherin dormitory.

"So, you not only hung Harry upside down with the upside-down bell, but you also hung Ron up in the process?"

Ino looked at Draco with curiosity.

This story goes back to fifteen minutes earlier, when Draco, beaming with joy, pushed open the dormitory door and began to recount his glorious moments.

Although most of the text is flowery and ornate, Ino still managed to accurately capture the key points.

"Yes! That's it! I hung them both up." Draco nodded heavily.

"You have no idea how dangerous that was. Scarface was unleashing countless spells at me. If I hadn't been quick enough to dodge them one after another... Oh right! And that red-haired pauper, he suddenly jumped out when he saw Scarface being hung up, and tried to sneak up on me!"

"He doesn't even know his own skill level, trying to sneak up on me? I dodged again, then spun around and did a backflip, hanging him up obediently. It's a bit of a shame they were both wearing pants..."

Draco muttered complaints, his tone filled with regret.

This was an epic scene, and Ino even regretted not participating.

No one could have imagined that what happened fifteen years ago would be repeated once again in a fairer duel.

This only makes one sigh at fate.

"It seems Professor Snape is destined for a good night's sleep!" Ino murmured.

"How did you know?" Draco asked, somewhat surprised, before adding:

"But you're right, Professor Snape actually smiled! Merlin! Flint and the others said they'd been in the castle for seven whole years and had never seen Professor Snape smile! But today he smiled, and his smile was rather handsome..."

……

Time slips away quietly.

The dueling club incident became a hot topic among all the young wizards in the castle.

Even though a week has passed, the hype shows no signs of abating.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Since school started in September, nothing significant had happened in the castle. All the mischievous little wizards were holding back a lot of energy, and it was like a suppressed pent-up energy that was about to explode, with a really big aftershock.

at the same time.

Outside the castle, in the herbalism greenhouse number five.

At 4 p.m., during the last class, Professor Pomona assigned a paper on bubble pods, then opened the greenhouse door to signal to the young wizards that class was over and that they could leave if they wished.

Of course, those who wish to stay and continue observing are also welcome to stay.

Neville and Eno were among the few who remained.

"Ino, we have a lot of bubble bean pods in our garden. When I was little, if I missed my parents, I would hide in the garden and touch each of these shiny beans with my fingers to see them bloom into pink flowers."

Although he was talking about sad things from the past, Neville's expression remained unchanged, still optimistic and cheerful.

Ino glanced at Neville beside him, finding it hard to believe that the chubby little boy who had been crying with his head down at the greenhouse entrance had now almost transformed into a sunny young man.

"I'm so envious. Your family even grows bubble beans. Unlike when I was a kid, I could only break off a stick to knock down rapeseed flowers," Ino said, continuing Neville's topic.

As he finished speaking, Neville suddenly became serious and said:

"Ino, are you free for Christmas this year? My grandma and uncle want to invite you to the Longbottom family home. We can also go to the little garden I've been looking at. I've planted a lot of interesting things in there."

"I'm not sure!" Ino shook his head helplessly; every Christmas was a headache for him.

To be honest, even though he had lived in England for over ten years, he still wasn't used to visiting or even staying at other people's homes.

But every time I refuse a friend's sincere invitation, it hurts both of us.

Sure enough, Neville's expression immediately fell when he heard the same answer as last year.

moment.

Ino suddenly thought of a perfect solution.

"Neville! Why don't you come over for Christmas? I bought a house in Hogsmeade! And I'll be inviting lots of friends over, though... there might be some Slytherins."

Upon hearing the invitation, Neville's expression changed from its previous gloom; like a withered seedling encountering rain, he perked up completely.

"That's great! As for Slytherin, to be honest, I don't really hate Malfoy. It's just that I'm weak and easily bullied. My grandmother also said that if I don't change myself, even if it's not Malfoy, someone else will, maybe even Gryffindor, bully me."

As Neville recounted his story, Ino observed that Neville's expression was remarkably calm when he mentioned Malfoy, as if he were waving away mosquitoes on a midsummer night.

This is understandable, actually. It was all thanks to Lucius. During the years when the Death Eaters were rampant, Lucius was shrewd enough not to do anything outrageous.

Overall, the Malfoys didn't have any major enemies. If it were Strange, Neville would probably have drawn his Gryffindor sword by now.

Of course, if you look closely, Bella and Narcissa also come from the Black family. But if you really calculate it that way, there are countless pure-blood relatives by marriage, and you might even end up back in Longbottom.

Although Ino was pondering this in his mind, he answered affirmatively after Neville finished speaking:

"It's settled then. We'll meet at Hogsmeade with the Three Broomsticks, and I'll come pick you up."

"Three brooms? Don't you have a fireplace in your house?" Neville asked, looking somewhat surprised.

"The fireplace!" Ino exclaimed in surprise. He seemed to have really forgotten about this iconic feature. After all, he hadn't planned to visit anyone, so he hadn't paid much attention to it.

"Okay, I forgot about Floo Powder and the fireplace, but..."

Halfway through his sentence, a loud 'boom' suddenly came from outside the greenhouse.

"Sorry, Neville! Let's talk another day. I might have something to take care of."

After saying that, Ino quickly ran out of the greenhouse. If he wasn't hallucinating, that sound must have been thunder coming from afar.

Sure enough, after stepping out of the greenhouse, he saw the western sky above the castle, as if it were being wound up by an invisible giant hand.

The clouds hung low, thick as lead, as if to shroud the whole world in their shadow.

Without much thought, Ino quickly headed towards the castle. He wanted to get everything ready before nightfall and also inform Professor McGonagall.

However, things can always be unexpected. Just as he reached the castle gate, he saw Professor McGonagall standing helplessly in the foyer.

"I knew it! After seeing the second-year schedule..." Professor McGonagall's tone was somewhat reproachful, but also tinged with relief.

"Go get the potion quickly. I'll be waiting for you at the Black Lake dock, east of the Whomping Willow. Remember, don't rush into anything; bring the potion so I can check it first!"

"Thank you, Professor! I'll be there in a bit." Ino said quickly, then turned and walked towards the castle without looking back.

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