The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 321 The Seven-Colored River

"There's always a colorful river winding through the fairytale town, separating ideals from reality, only to converge again in the valley ahead..."

Surrounded by a sea of ​​colorful flowers, Ino softly hummed a lullaby.

It's really amazing. Even though a long time has passed, every time he sees these flowers, he is reminded of that experience.

A simple Christmas hat, a pretty glass bottle, or even a piece or two of candy can make those children happy for a long time.

Unfortunately, when he returns to Middle-earth, the children of Rohan may have already been bent over by the burdens of life.

……

"It has separated ideals from reality..."

Looking at the magnificent sea of ​​flowers, Ino took off her boots and sat barefoot on the soft ground.

He followed his instincts to this place, and only after arriving did he realize that the colorful leaves, cut like candy wrappers, were shimmering with a faint light, and the crystal buds surrounded by the leaves were like tiny spotlights.

From a distance, this small garden always appears radiant with light and color.

Walking barefoot to the center of the garden, the five-foot-tall, slender and elegant tulip stood gracefully, displaying its unique beauty.

The leaves are like silk, smooth and textured.

As his gaze shifted, when he saw the top of the tulip again, the bud was still as vibrant as a ruby, full of passion and vitality.

Unfortunately, the flower bud remains a flower bud.

Ino was not too disappointed by the result.

A ring containing the rules of Middle-earth, though generously given to him by chance, is of little use to him without corresponding changes or transformations.

Therefore, it is perhaps inevitable that some things require waiting; the more precious something is, the more time it takes.

However, after seeing the tulips, Ino realized that the feeling of being called out earlier must have come from other flowers.

Thinking of this, he decided not to leave. He sat barefoot in the garden and quietly looked at the colorful flowers.

……

Standing on the soft earth, I smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers.

Time seemed to stand still because of this tranquility.

In the stillness, I lost track of how much time had passed.

soon.

A burst of red light rose from the sea of ​​flowers, followed by orange, yellow, green, blue...

More and more colors appeared, gathering in those pure, crystal-like flower buds, and once they matured, they flew into the sky without hesitation.

There are as many beams of light as there are flowers.

The number of flower branches, however, depends on the stones planted.

Ino didn't know how many children were in Rohan at the time, but he kept exchanging money from morning till dusk that day, and it eventually became a kind of self-service transaction.

The sky above the valley.

More and more beams of light shot into the sky.

Time passed without anyone knowing how much, until the last ray of light flew out, and a vast ocean of rainbows gradually gathered in the sky.

After a while, this irregular rainbow seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly lengthening and thinning.

Eventually, a winding, colorful river formed in the sky above the valley.

Ino sat barefoot on the ground, overwhelmed by the dreamlike scene in the sky.

The flow of a rainbow after it converges is an indescribable beauty, because it has essentially transcended the laws of physical optics—the law of rectilinear propagation.

Light can be dispersed, refracted, reflected, and even more, but it can never flow in a meandering and winding manner like water.

……

The formation of the rainbow river.

It makes the sky over the valley dreamy and beautiful.

Standing amidst lush greenery, gazing up at the azure sky, where a rainbow-hued river hangs suspended.

Ino gazed at the scenery for a long time.

Even in the end, he lay on the soft ground, his hands behind his head, quietly gazing upwards.

Currently, the rainbow in the sky doesn't seem to have any special effects.

He didn't care at all; not everything should be judged by its practicality or its visible effects.

Just like traveling and enjoying beautiful scenery, from a practical point of view, it may seem meaningless. But in fact, travel not only relaxes the mind, but also allows people to temporarily escape the rhythm of the past, leave behind the habitual life, and enjoy a brief moment of tranquility.

The same was true for Ino. From then on, whenever he returned to the valley and looked up at the sky, he could see a winding, colorful river, and that seemed to be enough.

Time passed by, second by second.

He lay on the soft soil for a while, then sat up.

After confirming that the previous feeling of being called had completely disappeared, the person vanished from the spot.

Ino quietly left, but he didn't notice that the box containing the books and dolls given by Nico in the white house in the valley was being quietly opened by a small hand.

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Hogwarts.

In the noisy hall, after finishing his dinner, Draco took out his cutlery and tapped the plate again.

On the dining table, after the original plates disappeared, another untouched dinner was served in their place.

However, this seemingly absurd behavior was commonplace among the Slytherins around them, including Durmstrang's students.

It is worth mentioning that, over the course of a month and a half, the students from the other two magic schools in Europa also gradually integrated into Hogwarts.

Now, whether it's eating or attending classes, they all have fixed places. Durmstrang follows the rhythm of Slytherin, while Beauxbatons has chosen Ravenclaw.

In particular, Beauxbatons' choice caused the boys from the other three houses in the castle to be filled with regret.

After spending some time with her, they became even more infatuated with the charming French woman. Her every smile and gesture, even the casual flick of her hair, captivated many.

Similarly, Fleur used her high emotional intelligence and social skills to get along well with the students at Hogwarts.

Because people could always see the prefects of the four houses around her. These outstanding boys were like royal cavalry guarding the queen, loyal and dutiful.

……

It seems that many things always happen unexpectedly.

Just as Draco picked up his plate and was about to leave, a minor conflict broke out at the third table on the left side of the Great Hall, in Gryffindor territory.

"I've already said I don't know! I've said it countless times!" Harry slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

Just now, several Hufflepuffs passed by him again, praising Cedric's excellence in moderate voices.

Unlike the original story, although Draco's provocations are gone, or perhaps the entire Slytherin doesn't care much about Harry anymore, the Hufflepuff badger has become the main force of public opinion.

Actually, this has little to do with the college. It's just human nature; people are more concerned about inequality than scarcity.

The appearance of the fourth warrior truly disrupted the balance.

(End of this chapter)