The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Nine Well-behaved Little Wizards

Dormitory mini-lesson.

Upon hearing Bosde's question, Ino felt a headache coming on.

These are only thirteen or fourteen years old, just second-year wizards, yet they possess such analytical abilities. It's hard to imagine if they continue to be like this as they grow up...

Perhaps there are indeed reasons why pure-bloods control the Ministry of Magic.

But clearly now is not the time to consider that question; what he needs to do now is answer Bosder's question.

Because this question has resonated with everyone, looking at the inquisitive faces before them.

"Ahem... Before answering that question, let me tell you something else."

Ino cleared his throat. The question was too pointed, but after a brief moment of thought, he had already come up with a solution.

"Did you know that among common animals, the only bird that dares to attack an eagle is the crow? They will stand on the eagle's back and peck at its neck."

To divert attention and avoid dwelling on the sensitive topic, he deliberately conjured an eagle and a crow from ice and snow.

"However, the eagle ignores the crow; it doesn't waste time and energy fighting with it. Instead, it spreads its wings and soars high. The higher the eagle flies, the more difficult it is for the crow to breathe, and eventually, the crow falls to its death because it can't breathe."

At this point, Ino paused quietly for a moment, giving the others some time to think.

"In light of this, I have some suggestions. Why should we waste our energy thinking about goblins or the Ministry of Magic? We're here at Hogwarts to learn, so let's improve our grades as much as possible and learn as much as we can, just like that eagle, soaring as high as it can."

"When you reach a certain height, many doubts cease to be doubts, because like crows, they will fall on their own."

This time, he used the same method as Professor McGonagall: delay!

Let's just brush it off for now; maybe they'll forget about it in a few months.

Although this is clearly a result of the Ministry of Magic's incompetence, and there is a high probability that a considerable number of people secretly reached an agreement with the goblins to take those blood-stained Galonnaise.

But this matter cannot be discussed openly. Even if he had solid evidence, he wouldn't dare to say it, let alone if he had no evidence and it was just speculation.

The implications behind this are enormous. Even after a century or two, it remains a landmine that could be detonated, enough to sink the British Isles if ignited.

This is far more dangerous than Voldemort stirring up trouble; it could very well lead to another goblin rebellion.

If the war drags on and cannot be stopped in time, it could even affect fairies all over the world. After all, Gringotts isn't just in Britain.

……

On the other side, after Ino finished explaining, Bosde wanted to ask a new question, but she was stopped by a soft voice beside her as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Mirison, that's enough! Your question is like a swallow-tailed dog wondering why a dragon breathes fire—it's pointless!" Daphne said softly.

Sometimes, interesting phenomena cannot be explained, yet they do happen nonetheless.

Just like now, Daphne's delicate appearance and soft tone immediately silenced the tall and strong Bost.

Ino even saw a hint of fear in Bosde's eyes.

However, as the host of the room, seeing that the atmosphere in the dormitory was a bit awkward, he could only quickly try to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright! That's all for today's review. Remember to finish your History of Magic homework; it's Professor Binns's assignment!"

……

An hour ago, nine little wizards came to the dormitory, and an hour later, eight little wizards left.

After everyone left, Draco couldn't help but complain:

"She's so troublesome, always asking questions! Next time, tell Daphne not to take her along."

"Never mind!" Ino stopped Draco from reciting the script, then explained, "Actually, this is a good thing. Her asking questions proves she was listening attentively, which is the point of reviewing, isn't it?"

"Perhaps! But I don't like her." Draco clearly stated his opinion, but stopped gossiping behind her back and instead asked:

"Ino, I'm going to the Quidditch practice field later, are you still coming?"

"Sorry, Draco. I'm very sleepy and I'm going to take a nap now."

As she spoke, Ino quickly walked to her bed and sat down, then lowered the thick bed curtains around her, all in one smooth motion.

"So sleepy?" Draco murmured, looking at the thick bed curtains, but then picked up the flying broom beside him and left the bedroom.

……

shelter.

A path covered in ice and snow.

The reason I rushed to lie down on the bed was that, after 5 months, the long-lost heart palpitations returned.

Ino picked up her suitcase, slung her accordion over her shoulder, glanced at the thriving ice flowers, and then walked straight toward the end of the path.

As for the Frost Serpent, which had grown even larger and seemed more agile, he had already ignored it and didn't have time to deal with it.

The path leading to the forest spirits, paved with red maple leaves, is still shrouded in thick fog.

On the other side, the fork in the road that was previously shrouded in thick fog is now much less foggy, and a country lane can be vaguely seen.

……

Through the thin smoke.

Ino found herself on a country road, which was not very wide, only about three or four meters wide, with all sorts of unknown weeds growing on both sides.

At the end of the road, a tranquil little town comes into view.

It must have rained recently, because the roads here are very muddy.

The ruts left by horse-drawn carriages were clearly visible, and the ground was also covered with various animal droppings.

He couldn't help but glance down at his brand-new boots, then at the town not far away, before reluctantly lifting his foot and stepping into the dark, soft, and unidentifiable soil.

We walked slowly along the path for about fifteen minutes.

What comes into view is a typical medieval Western town.

The houses here are arranged in a staggered pattern, mostly built of wood and stone, with thick thatched roofs and hand-woven curtains hanging in the windows, swaying gently in the breeze.

In the center of the town stands an old church, which is not large, appearing to be only a few dozen square meters in size.

The church's exterior walls are made of rough stones, the gaps between which have been eroded by time and wind, giving them a mottled appearance. The walls are not decorated with intricate carvings, but have only a few narrow windows with a handful of stained glass panes.

However, this small chapel alone made Ino glad that she had been cautious and hadn't rashly used magic for fear of getting her boots dirty.

It's important to understand that in these typical medieval Western stories, magic and wizards are never seen as benevolent forces.

As he moved forward, the entire town gradually unfolded before his eyes. Although it wasn't very large, it was unusually lively.

All kinds of shops, all kinds of busy people.

A bakery worker in a brown apron kneading dough inside the shop; a blacksmith, shirtless, wielding a hammer; a bustling tavern where you can now hear shouts and cheers from the roadside…

Of course, there were also horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods and caravans undergoing repairs on the open ground next to the town.

Looking at the vibrant scene before him, Ino understood why the people in the village had ignored him, an outsider, after he entered.

Clearly, this is a typical post station town.

This also explains why there are so many ruts and animal droppings on the muddy roads outside the village.

A post station town refers to a town located on an important trade route, which may have started with only a well and a small tavern.

But as time went on, and with the frequent passage of caravans, [the situation changed].

More and more people joined in, and gradually tailor shops, blacksmith shops, bakeries, churches, monasteries, and so on appeared, and a small village gradually took shape.

The people who live here do not survive by farming, but by serving passing caravans to earn money, and then using that money to buy necessities from the caravans.

In short, it is a balanced cycle.

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(End of this chapter)