The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 256 The Long-Awaited Figure

The room was simple and unpretentious.

As Ino finished speaking, Theojad was the first to stand up.

"You're back. We didn't mean to, but we noticed the door was open before we came..."

A hint of restraint appeared on the young Crown Prince of Rohan's face.

"Relax, my friend." Ino walked into the house with a smile, then casually placed a large bag of pebbles in the corner, the pebbles making a crisp sound as they hit the floor.

"What are these? Those stones?" Iowa looked curiously to the side.

"Yes! It's a stone, but also the result of many people's hard work."

As he spoke, Ino waved his wand, activating the ceramic teapot on the table, and at the same time, the teacup split into three.

After the teapot filled the cup with water, Éowyn looked toward a pile of pebbles wrapped in linen in the corner.

"Very insightful. I heard about this this afternoon. But unfortunately, I don't have anything decent to offer..."

"No! These two are not the same," Ino interrupted.

"The weapons were a gift from you, and the children's Santa hats were something they asked for themselves."

"Never measure the nature of things by the value of objects."

Considering he would return to the Middle Kingdom in the future, he decided to teach the three a lesson.

Rohan seems to have never lacked brave warriors, but in the long run, the country has always seemed to lack wise leaders.

"Is it like rushing to Gondor's aid?" Theojed asked thoughtfully. "Rohan came at a great cost, but in nature, it was about upholding an ancient oath."

"That's how it is in theory!" Ino nodded approvingly, then changed the subject and said:

"Let me tell you a story about an old charcoal seller..."

The story of the charcoal seller first appeared in Middle-earth. Overall, it was not particularly exciting or interesting, but it vividly portrayed the hardships of life for people at the bottom of society.

Often, arbitrary decisions made by high-level officials can directly impact the lives of countless people.

"...the thin linen clothes, the soles of his feet covered in chilblains in straw sandals, yet the old man still lamented that the weather wasn't cold enough..."

The story itself is short, and he even made changes and simplifications. The whole thing only took less than five minutes to tell.

"Therefore I oppose supporting Gondor." As the story ended, Theojed immediately stated his position.

Starting from the Isengard River on the western border, over the past six months, he has witnessed too many tragedies, tragedies performed with the blood and tears of the people of Rohan.

"But Rohan cannot bear the name of betrayal! Everyone will ostracize us, and all trade and commerce will be cut off. Moreover, after the dark forces conquer Gondor, we will not be able to avoid the ravages of war."

Éomer said helplessly.

Theodon's nephew, the Janissary commander who had remained silent throughout, revealed the reason why Rohan had to go.

"Many have covenants with Gondor: the Lonely Mountain dwarves, the Valley Elves, even the Sindar Elves of Lothlórien..."

Theo Jeddard retorted to his cousin in a firm tone.

"Yes, I know the forces of darkness will eventually have another target, but why is Rohan afraid when all other forces are fearless? Are we going to die together, using the lives of Rohan's people to buy peace for other forces?"

"Ha! Be glad I'm not the king."

As soon as she finished speaking, Éowyn felt a pang of sadness; the scene she least wanted to see had finally unfolded. An older brother and a younger brother—political differences had caused them conflict.

Rationally, she agreed with Theojed's view that Gondor was not a holy white city, but a great nation. Gondor's vast territory and strategic depth meant that even if the Mordor orcs were to sweep through it all, it would take them several years.

In the past few years, as long as Rohan has secured its southern borders of Eridnimras and Morin Creek, it has been able to recover some of its strength.

At that time, on this vast grassland, the Rohan Cavalry will not fear any dark forces.

On the other hand, after listening to the two opinions, Ino did not clearly state her own position.

"There's no need for you to argue about what's already been decided. I know Theoton; his decisions are beyond your control. Instead of arguing, think about how to deal with it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ino stood up and walked towards the briefcase next to her.

moment.

An exquisite one-handed sword was placed on the table. It was Old Bans's alchemical weapon. Although it was just a gift, it was imbued with magical power and was characterized by its toughness and sharpness.

"This is what I promised you, Knight of Rohan!"

……

Three days after the Battle of Helm's Deep.

In the royal capital of Edoras, a new blacksmith shop was established.

Unlike other blacksmith shops, which have many employees with clear division of labor, this large blacksmith shop has only ever had one person.

Flames that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, an iron hammer that struck automatically, a sword blank that kept turning over on its own on the felt mat...

After Iowa obtained the alchemical weapon, Ino did not forget his promise to Theojed, and he wanted to do something more.

Therefore, it was only natural that he opened this blacksmith shop.

Although not many alchemical weapons can be crafted in a short period of time, well-made ordinary equipment can be mass-produced.

The magical copying spell also came in handy.

The copied material may not last more than a year or two, but it's more than enough time to get familiar with the story's direction.

When these weapons disappear, Middle-earth will usher in a new era, the Fourth Age—the era of human autonomy.

Blacksmith shop.

Once a brand new spear was forged, Ino stopped what he was doing.

The blacksmith's room contained longswords, hand axes, flails, spears, hard bows, round shields, and chainmail.

Although the various weapons and armor were all ordinary items, their quality, refined by magic, was in no way inferior to the finest items forged by the dwarves.

After the sample was made, Ino casually extinguished the burning flame and then turned to look at a corner of the ceiling.

"If you don't need them, then I'll send these guys to the battlefield."

From a corner of the ceiling, a voice responded from a blue spiderweb: "What makes you think I need the protection of these insects?"

As the words fell.

A blue halo flashed in the room.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure slowly appeared.

Familiar voices, familiar faces, familiar attire...

After many years, the White Witch has reappeared. Unlike before, her face now carries less of the coldness and majesty, and more of a sense of relief and gentleness.

"You...you succeeded?"

Unbelievable, this scene astonished Ino; the White Witch seemed to have truly reversed her body.

To be honest, he had this idea in mind when he asked the other party to stay in the restricted book area.

Putting yourself in his shoes, if he were to become a spider one day, he would most likely try to change his form as well.

But surprisingly, the White Witch actually did it in just one year.

(End of this chapter)