The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 218 Planting Flowers and Living in a Humble Abode

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Ino quietly opened his eyes. He had been so engrossed in divination and prophecy last night that he hadn't been able to fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.

Although I felt a bit tired, I had to force myself to get out of bed because I knew I had a lot of things to do today.

After a quick wash, I went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

This is where the advantages of combining household magic with Hogsmeade magic become apparent. The former allows for easy cooking, while the latter enables the carefree use of magic.

The flour transformed into white ribbons, traversing the air before falling into the bowl and beginning to stir. Fruits and vegetables obediently floated towards the sink, and after receiving their 'bath,' they hopped onto the cutting board one by one…

As Ino waved her wand to make breakfast, she secretly planned that it was time to take some time to deal with the threads on her wand.

He had ignored it before, not because he wanted to be a good student, but simply because he didn't know where to start. Now, both his knowledge of oil lamps and his expertise in alchemy were sufficient to handle the matter.

After half an hour.

Simple ingredients, simple cooking methods.

A freshly baked bread, two fried eggs, and a vegetable salad floated leisurely and orderly onto the table.

While eating breakfast, Ino glanced out the window and noticed that the once quiet alley was now bustling with people.

Although the walls of the alley are still mostly covered by various ferns, it looks less desolate than before, probably because the surrounding houses have been put into use one after another.

Looking at the wisps of smoke rising not far away, Ino chuckled to himself. Perhaps wizards and Muggles weren't so different; they both loved to gather in crowds and have fun.

When he bought this house last year, the surrounding area was deserted and quiet. Now, after living here for more than a year, several nearly abandoned houses have begun to be used one after another.

After a quick breakfast, Ino stood up and went back upstairs. Regulus's funeral was scheduled for 3 p.m., and those six or seven hours in between couldn't be wasted.

……

The room is on the second floor.

Ino picked up several ceramic pots from the room and disappeared from the room.

The valley of the sanctuary, though unaware of the mechanism of this miracle, always seems to resonate with the weather patterns of the outside world.

Unlike the stable weather along the previous icy and snowy paths, in this valley of over a hundred acres, the alternation of day and night, as well as changes in weather, will change with the external environment.

Although it was just a change in weather, it brought boundless vitality to the entire valley.

It's very simple: when a place has sunlight, soil, and rain, everything is no longer a monotonous color.

……

In the valley of the shelter.

Ino bent down and used a small hoe made with Transfiguration magic to dig a hole in the soft soil.

After discovering that the valley's weather was synchronized, he planned to plant and cultivate the land, but the first thing he needed to do was transplant the precious magical plants from the pots.

The Brothers Grimm's Three Magic Beans, the Berry Bush of Narnia.

The former has a legendary quality based on mythology, while the latter has been very different from the beginning.

The berry seeds brought back from Narnia are truly magical. Whether it was the seed that was forgotten over a summer and then sprouted anew after being watered, or the vibrant, lush green seed that it is now, they all demonstrate its uniqueness.

"Now you're under the same sky again... I hope you won't fight anymore..."

Ino gazed at the lush green potted plant, muttering to himself. Of the two seeds from Narnia, one had grown into an ice-blue camellia, while the other had sprouted into a vibrant green shrub.

He had a vague idea about these two contrasting plants. Especially after leaving Narnia and buying and reading the original storybook, he discovered information he had previously overlooked.

The talking rabbit, the robin's song, the silly wood elf, and Santa Claus's last words: "Someone has already prepared a gift for you."

When all of this is put together, the answer will likely become clear.

Although somewhat puzzled as to why Aslan would give a gift, looking back, he had never done anything outrageous in the world of Narnia, even though he was forced to side with the White Witch.

They didn't even kill a rabbit.

Perhaps, by sheer chance, it aligned with Narnia's core principles: kindness and age.

Thus, the kind lion bestowed upon him a gift.

……

Although faint memories of the past lingered in my mind, my work did not stop.

Soon, Ino dug four small pits, each about a foot square, not far from the marble building.

The earthenware pot was smashed, and the original soil was buried together with it in the ground.

Unlike the Narnia berry seeds, the three magic beans seemed to have sensed the new environment. The seedlings, which were only a few inches tall before, were now growing rapidly as if they had been injected with hormones.

In just a few seconds, they grew into oak trees that were over two meters tall and had lush foliage.

Seeing this amazing scene, Ino chuckled and shook her head.

This really fits the style of the Brothers Grimm.

In fairy tales, seeds are planted and grow into towering trees the next morning.

……

In the valley.

After moving the pot and watering it, Ino returned to the room.

One worry has been resolved.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, these special magical plants were always on his mind, and he was afraid that they might be lost or damaged by someone.

Especially those three magic beans that grew into oak trees.

Blessed by the goddess of harvest, each year's harvest festival brings forth gifts, but what those gifts are, perhaps even the Brothers Grimm do not know.

But it is precisely because of this unknown that people have expectations.

Now that it has been transplanted to the valley, all his previous worries are gone. Now he just needs to wait patiently for the harvest festival next September.

Back in her room, after a brief delay, Ino headed downstairs.

I also plan to go to Fengya to have two more outfits made during this lunch break, since I can't possibly attend the funeral in the afternoon wearing a blue robe.

……

Just as I stepped out of the room, at the same time.

Located outside Devon, England, in a small, crooked building constructed by magic.

The Weasleys sat around the dining table, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

Half an hour before breakfast, they received a letter from Sirius Black—regulars' funeral.

In the letter, they also learned about the hero who silently sacrificed himself more than ten years ago in the fight against the Dark Lord.

"It's hard to imagine that he was only in seventh grade at the time, almost half a month shy of adulthood."

Mrs. Weasley wiped away her tears, and after reading the letter, she looked quite sad.

The matter of Regulus reminded her of her two brothers who had sacrificed their lives, Fabian Prewitt and Gidion Prewitt.

"My dear, it's all over! Everything will be alright!" Arthur gently comforted his grieving wife.

Harry and the others sat quietly at the dining table, listening to the adults' conversation. He was now uncertain, hesitant to tell everyone about his dream.

It was a bizarre and absurd dream in which he saw the Dark Lord.

(End of this chapter)