The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 367 The Golden Apple and the Resurrected Hermione

The scenery by the sea is beautiful, with endless golden sands and soft grains of sand shimmering in the sunlight.

The waves crashed against the shore, creating a rhythmic sound, like the sea whispering to this seaside city.

In the distance, the sea and sky blend into one.

The azure sky and the turquoise sea intertwine, making it impossible to tell whether the sky reflects the ocean or the ocean hangs from the sky.

……

Under the bitter tree.

Upon hearing Ino's reply, middle-aged Hans frowned slightly, his melancholy expression becoming even more pronounced.

Surprisingly, as he frowned, the sound of the waves across the entire sea diminished considerably, and the sea breeze became less forceful.

"Isn't it nice? You can stay here if you want."

After a long pause, the middle-aged Hans spoke.

"Sigh!" Upon hearing this, Ino sighed softly.

"If you had said that on our first meeting, I might have actually stayed! But now... it's a bit too late."

"Hahaha! Time never matters." Middle-aged Hans chuckled, picking up the conversation as he once again strummed the winged harp in his hand:

"The years may fade, but they may wear down the skin; but when passion is lost, the soul will surely decay."

"It's okay, child! Everything will be alright."

With that familiar tone and chords, Ino completely relaxed at that moment.

He took off his boots and walked barefoot on the beach, using his suitcase as a pillow, and leisurely lay down under the bitter tree.

At the same time, middle-aged Hans gently plucked the strings of his violin, and a melodious sound rose up, accompanied by the sound of the waves.

Suddenly, a flock of white seagulls flew in from nowhere, their cries echoing across the azure sky.

Everything was always so wonderful.

In this atmosphere, Ino gradually closed her eyes. The slight chill that had been brought about by the ice magic on her face vanished at this moment.

And the previously faded hair color has once again shone with a jet-black luster.

……

As the morning sun turns into the blazing sun, and the blazing sun turns into dusk, the day comes to an end.

As dusk falls, the fishermen who went out to sea at dawn return one after another, telling their loved ones who are waiting for them at the dock about their day's experiences.

Whether it's a bumper harvest or a poor harvest, the smiles on their faces never change.

They returned home safely.

……

The noise around him made Ino slowly open her eyes.

"Awake? If we keep sleeping, we'll miss dinner!" Hans, the middle-aged man, smiled.

"I'm sorry, teacher!" Ino propped herself up on her arms and slowly sat up.

At this moment, his gaze, like that of the middle-aged Hans, was fixed on the fishing boats returning to the dock.

As dusk fell, the two quietly watched the busy fishermen in the distance.

half an hour.

"Teacher, one of my friends has unfortunately passed away..." Ino slowly began, revealing the purpose of his visit.

To be honest, although he could be resurrected with the Ice Flower, he didn't know the specific steps, and the path to Middle-earth, where Lina was, was not open this time either.

Delay could lead to complications, so in order to complete his resurrection as soon as possible, he sought out his former mentor.

He also hoped that the other party's extensive knowledge could provide him with assistance.

……

On the other side, when middle-aged Hans heard about the tragic death, he still calmly continued the conversation:

"It's such a shame! But since she's dead, let's bring her back to life."

At this point, middle-aged Hans turned his head slightly, no longer looking at the fishermen in the distance.

"I remember you were very curious about that golden apple tree. Coincidentally, they will ripen in a few days."

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but Ino felt that there was a strange undertone after Hans said those words.

Just as he was about to mention the ice flower, he saw Mr. Hans slowly stand up.

"I'll go buy us dinner! Dead fish will be cheap."

As dusk fell, middle-aged Hans took out a few copper coins from his pocket and walked barefoot leisurely toward the dock.

As for his ever-present wing-shaped harp, he left it where it was.

……

evening.

A gentle sea breeze caressed me.

On the quiet beach, a campfire was quietly lit.

Hans, middle-aged, was focused on grilling the fish, while Ino was arranging the candies on the plate.

These candies were all gifts he received during Christmas. Because of the Voldemort incident, he didn't share them right away and they were just piled up in his dorm room.

Before getting into the story, I simply put them all into the suitcase.

After placing the last slice of jackfruit, Ino looked up and asked in confusion:

"Teacher! Can the golden apple bring people back to life?"

"Of course!" Hans, the middle-aged man, said.

After a moment, he added, "In my understanding, this is the best way to resurrect someone, bar none."

"Just stay here peacefully, and in a few days the swallow will bring you a golden apple."

To be honest, at this moment, Ino didn't know what to do.

Such a precious item, and it was even delivered to his door... He had absolutely no idea what to say.

Perhaps sensing Ino's predicament, the middle-aged Hans slowly spoke:

"Don't worry about it. The golden apple was meant to save people! No one else can take it. However, Miss Swallow ran errands, so you need to repay her favor..."

Upon hearing this, Ino could only respond with silence.

He had already received enough favors from his teacher Hans; a single divination die had already helped him to have enough to eat and wear during difficult times.

But the only thing he couldn't understand was that everything in this world has a cause...

Although it sounds heartless, there's really no such thing as a free lunch.

With this question in mind, Ino accepted the grilled fish handed to him by Professor Hans.

……

Time flies, and years pass like an arrow.

Life by the sea is always pleasant; the seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the morning of the seventh day, Ino watched the fishermen busily set sail.

At the same time, he turned around and picked up his accordion, preparing to go to the city with his teacher Hans to tell stories in exchange for a living.

But today.

Even after all the fishing boats on the sea had sailed far away, middle-aged Hans remained unmoved, sitting under the bitter elm tree.

"teacher……"

"Shh! Look over there..." The middle-aged Hans made a shushing gesture and pointed to the horizon.

A golden hue appeared in the azure sky, approaching from afar.

In the blink of an eye, a beautiful swift appeared before the two of them, its slender beak holding a golden apple almost as big as its body.

"Phew! I'm exhausted." The swift gently put down the apple it was holding in its mouth and spoke in a magical way.

The crisp sound was like that of a vibrant young girl.

"Is it you who wants the golden apple, Mr. Black Swan?"

"Uh..." The word "black swan" left Ino stunned on the spot.

"What? You don't want it? Then I'll take it!" The swift seemed to be impatient as well, flapping its wings as if to leave.

"Don't go, I want it!" Seeing that Teacher Hans was pretending to be stupid, Ino answered decisively.

"Hehe! That's easy, you have to do me a favor!" Swift suddenly said with a smile:

"I'll give you the golden apple, but you have to help me take care of a little duckling... no! To be precise, she's a swan, just like you, but she's very pitiful right now..."

……

The moment Ino received the golden apple.

In the distant Great Hall of Hogwarts, a farewell dinner is being held at this moment.

The Goblet of Fire has been extinguished, and tomorrow morning, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will also be leaving.

Hermione flew aimlessly through the Great Hall. Enoch had said it would be soon! But she had been waiting for a whole week, during which time she had also learned of the ghosts' suffering.

Looking at the table laden with delicious food, she could only stare. Right now, she really wanted a big glass of honey lemonade, with its sweet and sour taste...

Thinking and thinking...

Suddenly, Hermione noticed that the Great Hall had become quiet.

Looking around, he realized that everyone in the auditorium, including the professors in the main seats, was looking at him.

Hermione slowly raised her hand, and her palm, which was no longer a lifeless pearly white, had been replaced by a golden glow.

Not only her arms, but her entire body was radiating a golden light.

The light was dazzling and brilliant, yet it exuded gentleness.

Gradually, Hermione felt her body becoming lighter and lighter, and her senses, which she had also lost, were returning. She could smell the dampness of the sea breeze and the sweet aroma of the Great Hall cake...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the castle, Hermione's body soared higher and higher, like a golden shooting star, flying alone into the vast night sky.

Xiao Di's sharing today: Blood Alliance (Blood Pacrt)

Definition: A blood oath is a more complex and profound magical connection. It is not merely a simple vow, but a magical bond based on blood and emotion. It emphasizes "not attacking the other," meaning that the two parties cannot harm each other.

Features:

While the consequences of breaking the blood oath are not explicitly stated, it is generally believed to prevent direct harm between the two parties.

Blood oaths have tokens that can be destroyed, but the destruction process may result in physical or psychological harm.

Blood oaths place greater emphasis on the mutual restraint of emotions and spirits, and are usually only formed between two people with a close relationship.

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