The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 323 Publish a Memories Magazine

In the intricate tapestry of life, a thread of a different color sometimes appears unexpectedly.

But it is precisely because of these different colored threads that the tapestry called life becomes so colorful.

……

The next morning.

After washing up, Ino heard some rather unexpected news.

"Are you sure you want to start a magazine? And a monthly Hogwarts magazine at that?"

"I'm sure, I've thought about it all night!" Draco nodded seriously.

Yesterday, after some thought, he suddenly felt that starting a magazine wouldn't be a bad idea.

Initially, it could be published monthly, sharing some anecdotes and strange stories about the castle. It could even be bundled with a video game, offering both text and video content.

Seeing Draco's serious expression, Ino didn't say anything more; it wouldn't cost much anyway.

During the meeting in Diagon Alley, he had seen the ledgers that Marcus had brought out. If those orders were completed, the dividends alone would be enough for Draco to do whatever he wanted.

"Go ahead and do it if you like it, but you'll have to put in some effort to gather information. Being too bored can also affect your reputation and sales."

"I've made up my mind! I'll pay for the information!" Draco said confidently.

"Scarface's henchman, Corin of Gryffindor, Carl of Ravenclaw..."

After hearing a string of names, Ino believed in Draco's determination, which didn't seem like a whim.

Regardless, he thinks it's a good thing. Last year, Percy and Penelope visited together to buy a few movie screens for graduation photos.

That's actually how it is in England. Many people leave Hogwarts after seven years and probably never have the chance to enter the castle again in their lifetime.

To be honest, this is somewhat cruel.

Draco's idea of ​​starting a magazine is not a bad thing, especially with the addition of two-way mirror film and television footage, which will probably allow many adult wizards to look back on their youthful days.

With that in mind, Ino shared her thoughts with Draco.

"Leave this to me! It's bound to become a mainstream magazine!" Draco's tone was full of pride, but he quickly thought of something else and asked:

"By the way! Ino, do you want to invest? Let's do it together! Just the two of us."

"Okay! I'll bet five hundred Galleons." He didn't intend to refuse something so meaningful.

A mere 500 Galleons is enough to show support for Draco.

The liveliness inside the castle, the memories outside.

"Great! I'll go write the proposal right now." Draco was thrilled after receiving a positive response.

He skipped breakfast and strode swiftly toward his desk in the dorm room.

Although he found the scene somewhat childish, he wouldn't discourage it.

"Okay, then you should write it well, and we can discuss it together when we have time."

While Draco was focused, Ino called out to Coribe.

Similarly, as the phoenix twinkled, the dormitory became quiet.

……

The eighth floor of the castle.

A red light flashed through the right-hand corridor, and Ino arrived at the tapestry depicting the giant beating Barnabas.

"I need to find a quiet place to brew potions..."

After passing by three times, a door appeared on the wall, just as I had been thinking about it.

The room that grants every request.

Hermione was intently watching the crucible in front of her, simmering slowly over a low flame, with wisps of white smoke rising from it.

The smell of Felix Felicis brewing is not very pleasant, but it becomes acceptable after a short period of getting used to it.

Upon entering the Room of Requirement, Ino was greeted by a beautiful painting.

Bathed in the soft candlelight, Hermione sat quietly alone in front of the cauldron, seemingly enveloped in a gentle, warm glow.

Her long brown hair was casually draped over her back. She wore a plain-colored robe with thin velvet leggings underneath and a pair of versatile khaki women's ankle boots.

Hermione's clothes looked ordinary, but what caught his attention was her expression.

When she is focused, the young girl always exudes a composure and gentleness beyond her years.

Her process of brewing the potion was equally pleasing to the eye; her movements were gentle and precise, and every stir and every measurement was meticulous.

At this moment, Hermione seemed to be truly focused on her own world, or perhaps it was a crucial moment in the potion-making process; in any case, she hadn't looked up yet.

Faced with this situation, Ino naturally stood aside without making any inappropriate noise.

Time passed quietly, second by second.

……

After a while.

Hermione made a new move in front of the crucible.

She stopped stirring and then carefully opened the bag beside her, taking out several oddly shaped herbs.

Each time Hermione picked up a herb, she would bring it close to her nose and sniff it, her serious expression suggesting she was having a silent conversation with the herbs.

Soon, she skillfully placed the selected medicinal herbs into the crucible.

After doing all this, Hermione looked up.

"I'm sorry! I knew you were here, but I really couldn't concentrate just now."

A soft voice echoed in the empty room.

Upon hearing this, Ino didn't take it to heart at all; everyone who is focused on their work deserves respect.

"I'm the one who should apologize; I almost bothered you!"

After confirming that Hermione wouldn't be busy for a while, Ino slowly walked forward:

"You surprised me yesterday! You actually managed to shorten the brewing time of Felix Felicis. You know, the six-month brewing process has always been the most difficult part of this potion."

"It's not difficult! But this isn't my achievement."

Hermione reached out and gently smoothed the strands of hair from her forehead; she had been so focused that she hadn't had time to manage her disheveled hair.

"Actually, much of what we know about Felix Felicis comes from Professor Snape. He had ideas for improving it a long time ago, but for some reason he stopped..."

At this point, Hermione looked away somewhat embarrassed, realizing that she had actually told a small lie yesterday.

Ino noticed Hermione's reaction, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Although the research was conducted according to the professor's ideas, not everyone has the talent and qualifications to do so.

"Can you tell me what happened? Of course! I won't just listen for nothing; I'll compensate you with some alchemical knowledge, or some other method."

Ino sat on the floor, already thinking of ways to compensate, especially after seeing Hermione's focused expression, which made him feel that an alchemical doll would be a very good exchange.

After all, a doll that can serve as an alchemy assistant has no reason not to serve as a potion-making assistant.

As for the equivalent exchange of life and vitality, he had already thought it through: at worst, he would recycle it once a year, considering it as after-sales service.

On the other side...

Hermione shook her head immediately upon hearing about the compensation, her hair, which she had just straightened, becoming messy again.

(End of this chapter)