The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 200 Thrilling October Theme Park

Presumably, everything in this world is fair.

For every person who rejoices over it, there is someone who grieves over it.

Just before the Christmas holidays, while Hermione was overjoyed to receive the two-way mirror, Daphne, looking dejected, pushed open the door in the Slytherin girls' dormitory.

"Is Professor Snape targeting you?" Pansy raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"How did you know Professor Snape was there? Did you sneak off too?" Daphne didn't answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

She was a little angry. She had agreed not to go, but she secretly went anyway, and then she wasn't even going to help her.

Pansy seemed to see through Daphne's thoughts and shook her head with a light laugh.

"I've been studying in my dorm room, but because of the shrewd Malfoy, some things are destined to be meaningless."

"You..." Daphne was a little angry. She had already lost the argument, and now she was told it was pointless. Feeling wronged, her eyes were already filled with tears.

Ultimately, no matter how precocious the purebloods may be, Daphne is still just a third-year wizard, a girl under 15 years old.

On the other side, seeing her friend's tearful expression, Pansy put down her book, stood up, gently hugged Daphne, patted her back, and whispered comfortingly in her ear:

"I didn't want you to go from the beginning, but I can't control your mind, so I had to let you experience it for yourself."

The unexpected hug and comfort gradually stopped Daphne's tears from flowing.

"Since you already know, why don't you just say it?"

"Say it outright?" Pansy released Daphne and looked calmly at the desk, where the unfinished book "The Persian Wars" lay.

"In 480 BC, Persia and Greece went to war. At that time, Greece was in the era of city-states, each ruling its own territory. Only King Leonidas I of Sparta was willing to resist..."

As Pansy spoke, her bright, star-like eyes seemed to see through history, revealing the devastating war.

"...Leonidas also tried his best to persuade them, telling all the city-states about the dangers of Persia, but did anyone agree? Even in the city-state of Sparta, only a mere three hundred guards were willing to follow him."

The famous Battle of Thermopylae unfolded gradually as Pansy narrated the scene.

……

A quarter of an hour.

As Pansy's last note faded, the dormitory fell silent once more.

"You deliberately made me experience setbacks, hoping to make me your follower?" Daphne hit the nail on the head.

Her long-standing family education made her see through Pansy's motives.

Faced with Daphne's sharp questioning, Pansy calmly turned her head, and when their eyes met, she did not flinch.

"Do you remember what I said before you left the dorm? I didn't finish it because there was a second half to it."

Pansy looked into Daphne's eyes and said, word by word:

"Don't walk behind me, for I may not be good at leading; but don't walk in front of me either, for I am not destined to follow; so walk beside me and be my companion."

Pansy spoke sincerely, but under that almost tangible gaze, Daphne's cheeks flushed with an unnatural red.

"What exactly are you trying to do? I noticed something was off with you after school started; you're always clutching those Muggle books. We're wizards!"

Daphne awkwardly turned her head away to avoid eye contact with Pansy, but her tone was no longer accusatory; instead, it showed concern.

This time, Pansy did not give a direct answer, but simply murmured Daphne's last words.

"Yes! We are wizards, but also because we are wizards..."

……

As time went by.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Similarly, the Christmas holidays have arrived as scheduled.

This time, as always, Ino did not choose to take the train.

He returned to Hogsmeade Cottage alone, and then went to the Leaky Cauldron via the fireplace.

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries with Old Tom, he placed another order for a batch of smuggled dragon meat.

After doing all this, he walked out of the bar to a secluded roadside and slowly drew his wand, pointing it to the sky.

With a piercing screech of brakes.

Suddenly, a double-decker bus appeared in front of us.

Stan Sampa opened the car door and said in a teasing tone, "Merry Christmas! England's biggest celebrity, bestselling author and singer..."

"Stop it! Or I'll turn around and leave!" In response to the teasing of an acquaintance, Ino pretended to be angry.

"No way! I even bought your book!" Stan Sampa quickly jumped out of the car, simultaneously pulling a beautifully bound book, "The Hidden Story," from his pocket.

"Even if you really want to leave, at least sign your name before you go!"

"I didn't expect you to buy one too." Ino chuckled and shook her head, then took a marker out of her pocket.

Since the release of his books and records, he has also developed the habit of carrying a pen with him.

"At 11 siscos, it's worth it just for exchanging one record." Stan Sampa shrugged dismissively.

"By the way, when are you going to release a new song? To be honest, it's a bit lonely with just one song."

When asked by Stan Sampa, Ino pondered for a moment before giving a precise answer.

"A new song? It should be released before next summer vacation."

Considering time and copyright, he decided to release "The Cup of Life" as soon as possible, as a warm-up for next year's Quidditch World Cup.

……

As they boarded the Knights Bus, Ino told Stan Sampa the destination of their journey:

Shocktober Fest – a theme park celebrating the horrors of October.

It is known as the scariest haunted house in England and is located at Tully Farm, a suburb of London.

This park not only features more than 10 different themed horror houses, but also has a carefully crafted backstory and supporting hotel and dining services.

Such a uniquely advantageous environment should not be missed under any circumstances.

Before the holiday, he also tried to evoke fear in Boggart in the Forbidden Forest.

But apart from the centaur tribe, other magical creatures produce very little fear, even the eight-eyed giant spider, which is known for its intelligence.

As for the centaur tribe, he subjectively intended not to touch humanoid beings. To put it bluntly, it was also for the sake of psychological well-being, since the crossing of the line often begins with an unintentional action.

Similarly, the Forbidden Forest cannot generate too much fear.

Thriller parks became his first choice, since they were legal and it would be a waste to leave them to collapse.

……

Knight buses traverse the streets and alleys of London.

In just a few minutes, the view outside the window had changed to sparse houses and groves of trees.

As the car drove through the suburbs, its speed suddenly increased to a whole new level.

Ino leaned against the copper pillar of the movable bed, pondering the changes in Boggart.

In two days, he also figured out the wonderful uses of this "smoke". Not only could it be used for reconnaissance from a second perspective, but Boggart also inherited the essence of the smoke - gathering and dispersing, merging.

A wisp of black smoke, no bigger than a palm, can merge into a pitch-black dot, or disperse into a light mist that can envelop half the room.

The effects vary depending on the shape.

This was not speculation, but the feedback from the eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest, delivered with its life. The Boggart, in its ink-spot-like form, terrified the giant spider the moment it touched it, causing the spider to convulse in shock.

In the foggy state, the eight-eyed giant spiders inside were only thrown into panic and fear.

Neither of these two states of Boggart is superior or inferior; the difference lies only in the fear of the individual versus the fear of the sphere.

(End of this chapter)