The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 213 Return and Harvest

After a brief moment of disorientation.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Ino couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Poseidon's oppressive aura is truly overwhelming.

He appears to be a single person, but he seems to be facing the fury of the entire ocean; the endless sea and countless creatures seem to have become the embodiment of Poseidon's will.

"It's finally over..."

Nestled in the shelter of ice and snow, Ino breathed a sigh of relief and tossed the linen-wrapped suitcase aside.

No matter what, the past is the past.

However, just as he was about to change his clothes and leave, a slight tremor in the shelter made him squint.

This change shouldn't be too familiar; similar movements were made when new paths were being explored before.

But this time, he was determined not to delve into Greek mythology again, no matter what changes occurred.

……

In the shelter.

After a brief tremor, the thick fog surrounding the area began to churn and swirl.

Soon, the fog gradually thinned out.

As time passed, through the thin mist, Ino saw a familiar scene.

A valley filled with wildflowers, tall and straight olive trees, and a small white marble building standing tall...

This is a replica of the Imitos Mountains, that secluded valley.

As the mist completely dissipated.

Stepping onto the soft ground once again, Ino had a completely different feeling.

This feeling is truly magical.

It's like renting a house for a long time and then suddenly discovering that your name is on the house deed.

The house is still the same house, but after the change of identity, everything in the room seems to look more pleasing to the eye.

Ino was the same way, strolling through the valley full of flowers and plants, feeling very satisfied with everything around him.

"Now we can truly be self-sufficient..."

Although the valley in front of us doesn’t look very big, its radius is estimated to be at least three or four hundred meters, which translates to at least a hundred acres of land.

Unlike the seamless extension of a suitcase, as a sanctuary for survival, he has no intention of altering the environment here, allowing the valley to remain lush and green.

At most, I'll plant some magical plants, which can be considered a way to increase my income.

After all, Neville's magical garden had been something he had long admired. Although he had never seen it in person, just imagining a garden full of Mibumi and Bubble Pods must have been beautiful.

……

While Ino was happily admiring his valley, the old Black mansion in London was also undergoing a rebirth.

12 Morig Place.

The walls once covered with mottled iris, the carpets hiding vixens, and the gloomy corridors have all vanished, along with the portraits and badges representing the old era.

Now, it has been replaced by brand new furniture and all kinds of bright magic lamps.

Sirius sat quietly in the living room of the old house, satisfied with everything he had.

He was able to spend the first Christmas after his name was cleared with Harry, just as he had wished.

"Kreacher! Prepare dinner."

After glancing at the alarm clock on the wall, Sirius gave instructions to the empty room.

With a soft sound, a small figure suddenly appeared in the room.

This is a very old house-elf; its iconic bat-like ears are now covered with a clump of white fur.

"Yes, sir." Kreacher bowed deeply, but there was not a trace of respect in his hazy, bloodshot eyes.

After bowing, it did not immediately go to work like the other little elves. Instead, it began to mutter to itself in a very soft, yet perfectly audible voice.

"That ungrateful, spendthrift young master, he ordered old Kreacher around again, but old Kreacher couldn't... He broke his mother's heart, he's ruined the Black family's honor..."

"My mother has no heart; she only has so-called glory." Sirius Black retorted decisively in the face of blatant mockery.

"Oh! Look, the spendthrift young master is angry. He's not even worthy to carry the mistress's shoes..."

However, before Kreacher could finish speaking, Sirius rudely interrupted him:

"Do the work I give you, and don't show up without permission again. Furthermore, don't talk to yourself in front of me. Now! I order you to disappear immediately!"

As soon as Sirius mentioned the word "command," Kreacher indeed stopped saying anything.

After bowing deeply, he snapped his fingers and disappeared from the room.

……

Half an hour later.

In the old Blake mansion, the spacious dining room appeared exceptionally bright under the illumination of the magic lamp.

Harry looked at the delicious food on the table, but instead of picking up his cutlery immediately, he hesitated and looked at Sirius.

Similarly, Sirius had been watching Harry closely, and upon noticing the change in his expression, he immediately said:

"Is there something you need? Just tell me, and I'll do my best to help if I can."

"I'd like to go out of the Burrow tomorrow; Ron invited me to stay for a few days..." Harry stammered out his thoughts.

During the Christmas holidays, Harry stayed at Black's old house and felt a long-lost sense of freedom and joy.

But after receiving Ron's letter, he still wanted to stay at the Burrow for two days.

"What's the big deal! The Floo Network in the house is already activated, or I can take you there on a flying motorcycle."

After hearing Harry's request, Sirius nodded without hesitation.

"I don't need a flying motorcycle, a fireplace will suffice." Harry decisively declined Sirius's offer.

Now, whenever he hears "flying motorcycle," the first thing that comes to mind is Liu, who was beaten up last year.

The image of branches whipping around him flashed through his mind, making Harry shudder.

……

Hogsmeade Village.

After changing his clothes in the valley, Ino left the sanctuary and returned to his small house in Hogsmeade.

In the room on the second floor, a written letter was laid out on the desk.

"Fied! Take this letter to the library! Give it to Lina," Ino whispered.

This letter was addressed to Lina. Come to think of it, she'd been stationed at the Hogwarts library for nearly two months, and must have figured out the ways of the restricted section.

Therefore, the letter also asked Lina to help find books about Li Huo.

After his conversation with Prometheus, he became genuinely interested in this flame that could devour and grow.

After all, the properties of Fiendfire are truly magical, not only because it can burn everything indiscriminately, friend or foe, but more importantly, these flames can always mimic the appearance of some magical creatures.

This familiar pattern inevitably sparks a lot of imagination.

After sending the letter, Ino leaned back quietly in his chair. This trip to Greece had given him a lot to think about.

Not only the flames, but also the valley where the shelter appeared.

He still only has a vague understanding of his own miracle.

The sudden appearance of the valley, in particular, not only shattered his previous understanding, but more importantly, it showed him another possibility.

In the Brothers Grimm's story, the tower in the forest and the twelve coffins—if only they could be brought back like the valley…

Perhaps those two magic books on resurrection and time will no longer need to be shelved.

(End of this chapter)