The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 61 The Gears of Fate Quidditch

With the Christmas holidays over, everything at Hogwarts is back on track.

The only difference, however, lies in the mindset of the young wizards.

It seems the holiday was a mistake; instead of bringing the joy and happiness of a vacation, everyone's face was clouded with worry.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that something terrible had happened during the holiday.

In this atmosphere, Hogwarts was unusually united. All the young wizards from the four houses, including Slytherin, wore expressions that said, "I'm not happy."

However, this depression did not last long.

It seems the professors understand the young wizards' thoughts well, so after the Christmas holidays, the annual Quidditch Academy Cup was held.

This competition, which will take place in the second half of the school year and last for six months, will completely ignite everyone's emotions.

Yes, everyone! Not just young wizards, but also many professors who love Quidditch, and Quidditch enthusiasts around Hogsmeade.

However, Ino paid no attention to all the turmoil and changes; he was now thinking more about the wonders of the Animagus.

In the days following his return from the holiday, with Mrs. Pince's help, he found many books about Transfiguration, especially the past issues of Transfiguration magazine in the library's collection.

Among them are even papers written and published by Dumbledore more than 60 years ago when he was a professor of Transfiguration.

This is truly a tremendous wealth of knowledge!

While thanking Mrs. Pince, Ino absorbed this valuable knowledge as much as possible, like a sponge.

Similarly, he found a solution to the problem of Animagus holding a leaf in his mouth in these books, since holding a leaf in one's mouth for a whole month seemed unrealistic.

However, the solution to this problem is quite simple: a sticky spell can easily fix the mandrake leaf firmly to the ceiling of the palate.

Although it has affected daily life to some extent, it is the only feasible solution.

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evening.

After having dinner in the auditorium, Ino quietly left.

There were no pointless attempts to strike up conversations or any serendipitous encounters along the way; I simply returned to my dorm.

Although it was somewhat tedious and monotonous, he enjoyed this life very much, absorbing magical knowledge and reading about past glories every day.

After all, what a person feels as loneliness is more of a spiritual and mental emptiness, an inner desolation.

In the dormitory.

Pushing open the door, I saw Malfoy slumped over the table, quietly scribbling and drawing to himself while grinning foolishly.

Ino was used to Malfoy's intermittent antics; after all, it was not uncommon for him to laugh wildly in his sleep at night. Now, seeing him lying on the table and laughing like an idiot was nothing compared to this.

At the same time, Malfoy stood up immediately after hearing the dormitory door being pushed open.

"Ino, what do you think of this? We can use it to cheer on the team tomorrow, and we'll also get to see Scarface make a fool of himself!"

Malfoy held a two-foot-long canvas in his hand, on which the Slytherin emblem was painted with magic, its dark green color shimmering. From a distance, it looked very beautiful.

"Quidditch, tomorrow?" Ino asked somewhat belatedly.

His life had been so busy lately that it wasn't until he saw this canvas that he remembered tomorrow was supposed to be Slytherin's first match against Gryffindor.

"Merlin! Are you some kind of medieval pedant? I bet you're the only one in all of Slytherin who reacts like this."

Malfoy stared wide-eyed, as if they were meeting for the first time.

On the other side, after hearing Quidditch, Ino suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.

He turned and walked to the bedside, opened the box on the shelf, and took out 10 real gold coins.

"Speaking of Quidditch, I've been saying I'd give you a gift in return. The value of those candies is nowhere near that of the golden statue you gave me, so I found these in my vault at home, consider them a return gift to you."

As he spoke, Ino casually piled the gold coins in his hand on the table, as if a pound or two of gold were no different from a box of Bubble Gum.

Although this is a manifestation of eliminating inner greed.

But Malfoy interpreted this scene in a different light, especially after hearing the term "family treasury."

Unlike Malfoy's dilemma, Ino put down the gold coins, turned around, pulled out a chair, and sat down to think about future plans.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, tomorrow will be Harry's debut highlight, and also the day when the trio completely dispels their previous doubts and confirms that Snape is the culprit who stole the Philosopher's Stone.

To be honest, he didn't really care about a magic stone that had run out of magic power.

He had seen a lot in his life, and during the time he followed his teacher Hans, he even heard the legend of Adam's golden apple.

While immortality may be difficult in a magical world, it is truly effortless in a magnificent fantasy world.

Fairy tales and folk stories contain countless ways to grant immortality or even make wishes.

That is true immortality, not the immortality granted by the Philosopher's Stone.

Meanwhile, just as Ino was contemplating the future, Malfoy's slightly hesitant voice rang out in the dormitory.

"Ino! I...I'll give you the statue...it's not pure gold."

"Not pure gold?" Ino looked up in surprise.

He'd handled that Quidditch statue before; its weight, density, and color were just like gold, yet now he was saying it wasn't pure gold.

"Yes! It's not pure gold." As if a secret had been exposed and he was now backing down, Malfoy no longer stuttered or hesitated when he spoke.

"The statue is made of goblin gold, which is Galleon gold. It can only be considered a work of art, worth at most a few dozen Galleons."

"..." This explanation left Ino feeling like she'd seen a ghost; the Gringotts fairies really knew how to play tricks.

However, before he could say anything, Malfoy's voice came from beside him again.

"I can't accept those gold coins, they're too valuable! And my dad doesn't allow me to accept gifts worth more than 50 Galleons. He always says that if I want something, I should write to him and he'll buy it for me."

"Alright! Let's do it your way then."

Without any hesitation, Ino waved her wand, and the 10 gold coins on the table floated in mid-air before automatically returning to the box by the bedside.

Now he understood. If the statue was truly pure gold, its two pounds would weigh far more than several thousand gallons. Perhaps Lucius could easily produce it, but that was clearly not a worthwhile gift between children.

Mentioning Lucius, he quickly thought of another unfinished matter.

"By the way, Draco! Do you know where I can get a flying carpet? I much prefer riding on a flying carpet and leisurely soaring through the sky to a broom."

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