The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 27 Ino's Trump Card

After Potions class, the Gryffindor lion cubs fled the classroom as if they were running away.

"Dumbledore actually chose someone like that as a professor. Look at his face. Harry, I have no doubt that if it were just the two of you in the classroom, he would even hurt you."

In the corridor, Ron, as always, was the hindsight expert, analyzing Snape with an air of certainty.

"Never mind, Ron!" Harry waved his hand wearily.

After an hour of relentless bombardment, all he wanted was to find a quiet place to calm down and reflect on what he had done to offend the other party.

"It is extremely rude to talk about a professor behind his back," Hermione's voice rang out behind them.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

Miss Granger raised her head and walked past both of them.

Before Hermione had gone far, Ron said with a resentful look:

"Look at her arrogant attitude! Even Neville could see that the Old Bat was targeting you and Gryffindor, yet she still respectfully calls him 'Professor Old Bat'!"

"Ron! Let's go find Hagrid, he's in the cabin outside the castle."

All Harry wants now is to escape from here and go somewhere where he can relax.

"Alright then! I don't have many classes this afternoon anyway." Ron shrugged and accepted Harry's suggestion.

……

at the same time.

After the potions class, Ino also went back to her dormitory.

To be honest, he's starting to think Malfoy is a pretty good roommate.

Not only does he receive a morning wake-up call, but Malfoy will also come in to wake him up during his midday nap.

Most importantly, Malfoy was truly wild! He was known as "never staying at home".

They often don't see anyone all day, and they frequently go out in the morning and don't return until curfew.

This not only allowed him to enjoy the privilege of a single dormitory room, but also enabled him to practice magic without restraint.

Despite the castle's size, finding a quiet place to practice magic is incredibly difficult.

If you choose the corridor, beware of the elusive Filch; if you choose the abandoned classroom, be careful of the other energetic young wizards.

In short, it's really not easy to find a place at Hogwarts where you won't be disturbed.

Perhaps only the legendary Room of Requirement on the eighth floor is a safe and secluded place.

……

"Only a fool would go to the Room of Requirement..."

Looking at her empty dorm room, Ino couldn't help but sigh.

He also sincerely thanked Malfoy and Harry...

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to go to the Room of Requirement, but the objective conditions didn't allow it. It seemed that the momentum of the branch school had passed, but in fact, now was the most critical period.

Dumbledore and Quirrell, neither of them are easy to deal with.

But Snape's unusual question today, upon reflection, is probably not so simple.

"So you're all playing the behind-the-scenes game, huh... You'd better not mess with me."

Thinking about his future situation, Ino couldn't help but reach into the secret pocket inside the lining, where he kept the most precious things he had accumulated over the past two years.

Keep in mind that even Old John's bag of gold coins was only placed in the Seamless Extension Box.

……

"Torn apart!"

Back in her dorm, after a short rest, Ino began her daily ritual of practicing spells.

As the incantation ended, a beam of white light shot out from the wand and struck the teacup several meters away.

The moment the magic touched, the teacup shattered into pieces with a 'bang'.

"Restored to its original state!"

The countless porcelain shards froze in mid-air for a moment, then seemed to be pulled together by an invisible force, and a brand new teacup appeared on the table.

Softening spell, cutting spell, repairing spell, fire-starting spell, and even the freezing spell and expanding spell I learned today...

In the time that followed, Ino relentlessly attacked, repaired, attacked, and repaired the teacup...

In just half an hour, a plain ceramic teacup was subjected to the ravages of colorful magic.

……

In fact, before the start of the semester, during the crazy practice in the fantasy world, Ino had already developed a subconscious habit of casting spells.

It's like an 18th-century cowboy who would reflexively pull the trigger the moment he touched a gun.

Some experienced cowboys don't even need to aim; they can respond to whatever they want without actually aiming, truly hitting wherever they want.

To some extent, this kind of marksmanship has actually deviated from the realm of physics and become somewhat idealistic.

However... it does exist.

Historically, Bill, a well-known American sharpshooter, accomplished the feat of fighting 1 against 100 opponents with just two revolvers in a battle in 1864, annihilating his opponents without even a scratch.

Ino is now imitating cowboys, imitating the conditioned reflexes of those cowboys in duels, the so-called "eyes, hands, and spells."

He knew very well that magic wasn't a turn-based game, and his opponent wouldn't be foolish enough to stand there and fight him head-on.

In this situation, the accuracy of the spell becomes especially important; even a powerful spell like the Killing Curse is useless if it misses its target.

Of course, this only applies to single-target magic.

If a fire like the one that broke out in the Paris cemetery were to occur, with flames that could almost engulf the entire city, all accuracy and dodging skills would be futile.

……

at the same time.

On the other side, on the lawn outside the castle.

"Hagrid, we've come to see you!"

Harry stepped forward and knocked on the door of the stone house, and then he and Ron heard a dog barking and heavy footsteps coming from inside.

Before long, the door was opened, and Hagrid's enormous figure appeared before the two.

"Harry, you're here! Come in! I happen to have some freshly baked rock cakes that I baked this morning. You can take some with you as a snack when you go back; they're a rare delicacy..."

Hagrid greeted Harry warmly, while also soothing the restless Tooth with his large, hand-held hand.

It was Harry's first time visiting Hagrid's residence, and as soon as he entered the hut, he couldn't help but look around.

The entire hut consisted of only one room, so the overall layout appeared somewhat cluttered, with dried meats and hams even hanging by the window.

In the center of the room was a large stove with boiling black tea on it, while patched beds were placed against the walls on either side.

"Come on, make yourself at home, don't be shy!"

Hagrid brought a plate of rock-skin cakes to the table and then sat down first.

The wooden chair creaked, making Harry's heart skip a beat, fearing that the chair wouldn't be able to withstand Hagrid's enormous size.

After sitting down, Hagrid belatedly noticed Ron's presence and began to mutter to himself.

"Another redhead, hopefully he'll behave himself..."

However, what Hagrid thought was a whisper was heard by Ron in its entirety.

Ron's face immediately turned red, but before he could stand up, Harry grabbed him tightly.

"Hagrid! Ron is my friend too," Harry said.

Perhaps sensing the displeasure in Harry's tone, Hagrid scratched his head and explained to Ron:

"Okay, I apologize! It's just that your twin brothers are always causing trouble; they're just too much of a handful..."

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