The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 271 Girl, Let's Change Our Target (Revised)

Are there stupid people in this world? The answer is yes.

However, one thing needs to be made clear: being foolish does not always mean being stupid. When foolishness is concentrated in one point, it is often a kind of perseverance.

After hearing about another pursuit, Pansy's magic finally settled into a stable state.

"A fusion of magic and technology, finding a balance between wizards and Muggles..."

As Pansy pondered these two sentences intently, a new gleam gradually appeared in her eyes, a radiant glow that best described her expression at that moment.

In Ino's perception, Pansy was now like a tiny luminous body, not only calming the chaotic magic but also allowing it to completely merge into her body.

Despite being only a fourth-grade girl, she possesses magical power comparable to that of an adult wizard.

Most importantly, the magic is still stable, without the previous disharmony.

"You helped me again!" Pansy smiled, her eyebrows curving slightly.

After calming down, she realized that she had been in a strange state, as if she had fallen into an extreme emotion, as if the whole world had lost its meaning and she wanted to destroy it completely.

The reason for not taking action is probably the last bit of lingering affection deep in one's heart.

If the environment were different, and the person in front of her were different, she wasn't sure what she would have done.

But thankfully, all of that is in the past now.

Compared to Pansy's relaxation, Ino's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Don't say that. Actually, some things are probably my fault too. I shouldn't have recommended those Muggle books to you."

In the original story, Pansy shouldn't be like this: a carefree pure-blood girl who, after finishing her Hogwarts student days, lives a wealthy and peaceful life.

"Blame you? How can you blame the person who opened the window for me!"

Pansy smiled and looked across at the person opposite her, then casually crossed her legs and adopted a more relaxed and confident sitting posture.

Despite her young age, she possessed a unique charm characteristic of the seventh-year prefects at Hogwarts.

……

As people relax, osmanthus blossoms fall.

In the days following Pansy's departure.

Ino returned to her usual rhythm; leisure did not mean indifference, but rather a nonchalant attitude.

Although he was in a relaxed state of mind, his gaze still fell on a small stack of neatly arranged letters on the table.

Among the dozen or so letters were replies from Marcus and Draco, as well as from old Flint, Newt, and even Fudge.

The former confirms the time of the banquet and the allocation of video mirrors. Most Slytherin students will attend, including some graduates this year.

The latter letter was more complicated. It concerned matters before the Quidditch World Cup. Newt wrote that things were going smoothly, so smoothly that he didn't have to do much, and the Ministry of Magic just gave him the green light.

Old Flint's letter was roughly the same as Newt's, but the only difference was that he needed to go to LAA headquarters before August.

Facing a stage with 100,000 wizards, it can't be as simple as the Hogwarts Cup. Whether it's the lighting or the arrangement of instruments, it's all very different. Moreover, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports have jointly requested a pre-recorded original audio tape.

Fudge's letter is quite interesting. It is written in the subtle and bureaucratic language of England, and is quite long, but it actually only talks about two things: the Quidditch performance and the third-class medal of the Sir Merlin Order.

In the lengthy letters, Fudge subtly hints at his role in over 85% of the content, whether it's overcoming opposition or making the final decision.

In short, it seemed as if things wouldn't have gone so smoothly without him as Minister of Magic.

Perhaps all of this is true, but the excessive use of flowery language is still unpleasant.

……

Hogsmeade.

After reading the letter, Ino noticed that the sky at dusk was somewhat unusual.

The western sky was like a large gray curtain, obscuring the light of the setting sun.

The scene that should have been ablaze with rosy clouds turned into a dark blue under the thick clouds.

After a while.

Low-pressure clouds, mixed with a misty rain, quietly visited this village where wizards gathered.

Summer rain isn't always torrential; sometimes it falls in fits and starts.

The raindrops, along with the damp air, sounded like soft, rustling sobs.

Perhaps this is the uniquely English lament.

By the second-floor window, Ino listened to the rain for a while before quietly walking towards the bed.

Although it was only 7 p.m., it was already pitch black outside.

Besides, when living alone, you really don't need to care too much about so-called rules.

When drowsiness comes, gently embrace the dreamland; when hungry, indulge in delicious food.

If you find something uninteresting, then seek out what you love and immerse yourself in the sea of ​​your interests.

……

Unlike the rainy weather of Hogsmeade.

In the remote Wiltshire, nestled among lush woods, lies a pristine white manor.

The magnificent beams and exquisite fountains, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, are breathtakingly beautiful.

Inside the manor.

Lucius sat in the main seat, while Draco, looking proud, stood beside him.

"Dad, we have confirmed that 67 people will be invited to this banquet. This is what Marcus and I discussed."

Draco spoke with pride, but then a hint of hesitation appeared on his face, as if he were considering whether or not he should say something.

"That's great!" Lucius looked up. The little figure from back then was now almost as tall as him.

"Draco, I'm so glad you've learned to think! Instead of blurting out whatever came to mind, that's really good!"

Faced with his father's sudden praise, Draco lowered his head modestly.

On the other side, watching the scene of a loving father and filial son, Narcissa felt genuinely happy, because the two people in front of her were her whole life.

But as a good wife, she knew very well when to keep quiet, so she simply sat aside and watched silently.

half an hour.

Lucius turned his head and sighed softly, "Now you can say whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Draco spoke up decisively:

"It's because Ino also invited some other people, but they weren't Slytherins. There were Weasley and Longbottom from Gryffindor, Diggory and Abbott from Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw..."

"That's enough!" Lucius interrupted Draco before he could finish speaking.

At this moment, he felt it necessary to give his son another good lesson.

"Draco, what do you think is the reason our Malfoy family has been able to endure for so long?"

A long-standing tradition? Shouldn't it be about reviving past glories?

A fleeting look of confusion crossed Draco's eyes. From childhood, he had heard mostly about restoring the Malfoy family's glory, but as for a long and distinguished lineage? He had never really thought about that question carefully.

Lucius also noticed Draco's subtle changes in expression.

He felt no disappointment at his son's confusion, because it was ultimately his and his wife's parenting style that had caused it all.

Special education during special periods, especially after the downfall of the mysterious figure, in an era where everyone was focused on self-preservation.

Times have changed, and now in this peaceful era, Lucius feels it is necessary to change his education.

Otherwise, as the future heir of the Malfoy family, he would actually be conflicted because there were more guests from outside Slytherin.

This idea is both absurd and dangerous.

(End of this chapter)