The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 62 Another Dice

In the early morning, sunlight streamed down on Hogwarts, making its magnificent silhouette gleam.

After a night of slumber, the castle now resembles a giant awakened, radiating boundless vitality.

In the morning, the castle gates were opened, and groups of young wizards filed out, chatting in small groups, their faces beaming with excitement and joy.

Ino followed the crowd, slowly walking towards the Quidditch pitch outside the castle.

After speaking with Malfoy last night, he gave up on the idea of ​​buying the flying carpet in England.

I don't know whose lifeline it has damaged, but the Ministry of Magic can turn a blind eye to the smuggling of dragons, but it has zero tolerance for the smuggling of flying carpets.

Moreover, according to Malfoy, the Aurors even traveled thousands of miles to Africa to capture people.

Whether true or false, it reveals the Ministry of Magic's attitude toward this matter.

……

Quidditch pitch.

As time went by, the once empty stadium stands were now packed with people, their expectant eyes gazing at the sky.

Good morning, everyone!

"I'm Lee Jordan, the commentator for this match. Today is the second match of this school year's House Cup, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. I'm sure this will be another thrilling and exciting match."

Perhaps some people are born to do certain things. In just a few words, Jordan's rhythmic and expressive tone ignited the passion of the entire audience.

As the players from both sides took to the field in turn, the match officially began.

It's safe to say that this was a match between Slytherin and Gryffindor; in less than ten minutes, the atmosphere on the field was already thick with tension.

Although he didn't know much about Quidditch, Ino could tell that something was off about the atmosphere on the field.

The tense atmosphere finally reached its climax after Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Jensen was fouled.

Fred went berserk and began to retaliate indiscriminately, biting anyone he could get his hands on. Whenever a Slytherin player appeared around him, he would attack them without hesitation.

With Fred around, George was naturally there too. Seeing his brother being beaten up, George rushed over without hesitation.

Well... once the chain reaction starts, it's too late to stop.

……

The chaotic scene in mid-air was beyond what Lady Hooch's bronze whistle could control.

"Why bother playing ball... Wouldn't it be more fun to serve a knight's lance to each person?"

Ino murmured as she looked up at the sky. At this moment, it was a complete free-for-all, and neither team cared about the Quaffle anymore.

Similarly, he noticed Harry flying off the edge; the chaotic scene seemed to have startled the new Seeker of Gryffindor.

But no matter what, this is still Hogwarts.

Under Professor McGonagall's forceful suppression, the game was interrupted for fifteen minutes to allow both teams to collectively reflect and calm down.

Perhaps this was the imposing presence of the vice-principal. After the start of the second half, both Slytherin and Gryffindor played fairly well, and even when there were occasional fouls, they were fouls committed with restraint.

With rules established on the field, Harry had room to maneuver.

As time passed by, second by second.

Driven by fate, Harry also experienced his moment of glory. After an unexpected loss of control of his broom, he also narrowly escaped swallowing the Golden Snitch.

The 150-point bonus directly led to Gryffindor's decisive victory.

The game is over.

Despite watching the entire match, Ino couldn't feel happy.

It wasn't because Slytherin lost, but because everything that happened today was significantly different from the scene he remembered.

It seems that everything in my memory has changed silently.

……

Life must go on; what should have happened and what shouldn't have happened have already happened.

Back to the common lounge.

Seeing the dejected Slytherin members, Ino turned and walked toward the library.

Although he found the somber atmosphere somewhat unbearable, he also understood, since in the wizarding world, there are indeed many wizards who value Quidditch more than life itself.

Leaving the lounge, I easily found my way to the library.

But as soon as they entered, Mrs. Pince stopped them again.

"I really don't understand this note from you! You guys are using me like an owl."

Although she was complaining, the smile on Mrs. Pince's face seemed to say a lot.

"Look at you, you're much more reliable than an owl, there's no doubt about that."

In response to Mrs. Pince's self-deprecating remarks, Ino also jokingly replied.

After spending half a semester together, despite the age and social differences, he still became friends with Mrs. Pings.

Although I initially had some preconceived notions, as time went on, I discovered that Mrs. Pince was not as mean as she appeared on the surface.

Perhaps it was the nature of her work, or her past experiences, that made Mrs. Pince seem somewhat neurotic, and occasionally even hysterical.

However, it cannot be denied that people with this kind of personality are often very simple. They don't care about worldly conventions or other people's opinions, and they have their own rhythm of life.

at the same time.

As she spoke, Mrs. Pince pulled a note folded into a diamond shape from her pocket.

"Take it quickly, that Gryffindor girl seemed to be in a hurry today."

Ino took the note and said, "Thank you! I've been a bit busy lately, but I'll try to finish writing the rest of the story and bring it with me next time. If all goes well, this book will also be coming to an end soon."

This is the fundamental reason why he was able to become an equal friend of Mrs. Ping.

A romance novel that blends elements of marriage, family, lovers, illegitimate children, and love triangles.

In order to cultivate a good relationship with Mrs. Pings, he spontaneously wrote a short story. Although the content was somewhat unbearable to read, the effect was unexpectedly good.

Similarly, Mrs. Pince's eyes lit up instantly when she heard that she would see the ending next time.

But after a moment, he muttered to himself with a sense of loss, "Is it going to end? Yes, all stories have to end."

Seeing this, Ino knew perfectly well what Mrs. Pince was thinking.

"The next book will have to wait until next school starts! It tells the story of two sisters who both fall in love with the same man, but that man becomes their stepfather."

"Then it's settled!" Mrs. Pince said resolutely, as if she would draw her wand and duel anyone who dared to go back on their word.

……

Watching Mrs. Pince's departing figure, Ino shook his head with a wry smile.

He then opened the note Hermione had left, and unsurprisingly, it still contained the agreed-upon time to meet at the library.

This seemingly childish behavior allowed him to rediscover the joy of passing notes back in school.

There are so many things that can be said after class, but it seems that writing them down on a piece of paper and secretly passing it out during class always brings an indescribable sense of pleasure.

With that thought in mind, he folded the sticky notes again, put them in his pocket, and then headed towards the Transfiguration book section.

……

When you're focused, you often don't notice the passage of time.

Night fell, and with only half an hour left before curfew, Inosanshan left the library at Mrs. Pince's urging.

The castle was completely quiet by 9:30 p.m.

Walking alone back to the dormitory, the corridor was empty, with hardly any students in sight.

Just as he was about to see the entrance to the public lounge, he heard a soothing and elegant voice.

"What a good child! Your yearning for knowledge will surely make you surpass countless mediocre people."

Although the voice was completely unfamiliar, the lingering smell of garlic in the air couldn't fool anyone.

Without any hesitation, Ino quickly reached into the lining and in an instant, a die similar to the one used for divination appeared in her hand.

While they may be similar in terms of material and color, upon closer inspection, this die resembles a roughly processed, unfinished product.

The shape is an irregular polyhedron, and there are no numbers engraved on the surface of the die, only some messy lines and symbols that look like children's scribbles.

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