The Bard at Hogwarts

Slytherin common room.

The Slytherin freshmen who entered this year are standing in the hall of the common room obediently.

Perhaps it is because the previous Monte has graduated, and the one standing in front of the freshmen is another prefect.

The same routine, the same plot, it seems that setting rules for freshmen is always necessary in Slytherin.

Unlike other people who are watching the fun, Ino has quietly returned to the dormitory at this moment.

Push open the door of the dormitory.

"Sorry! I actually forgot about you..."

Ino looked at the potted plants on the table that were drooping and extremely yellow, and he also regretted his previous carelessness.

Before the summer vacation, he took everything away, but he only forgot the potted plants that were placed here, from burying the seeds to it breaking out of the soil. Watching it grow little by little, if you say that there is no emotion, it must be a lie.

"Clear water like a spring!"

The trickling water sprinkled from the top of the wand, and then was quickly absorbed, and seeped into the dry and hardened soil little by little.

Long-awaited sweet dew, perhaps this is the perfect portrayal of this moment.

However, the magical thing is that this berry plant from Narnia, under the nourishment of clean water, has recovered its vitality visibly.

The yellow leaves have long fallen off, replaced by tender and fresh leaves.

Ino looked at the potted plant in front of him in astonishment. He couldn't understand why the few berries he brought as a souvenir gave him such a big surprise.

Not to mention the ice flowers planted in the traceless extension box, the potted plant in front of him, the vitality it exudes at this moment, really makes people feel unforgettable.

"I should have grabbed a handful earlier..."

Ino murmured unconsciously, but then shook off this absurd idea. If he really knew all this earlier, he probably wouldn't have been able to bring these berries out.

The fantasy world is really magical. It doesn't look at the results, but only at the truest portrayal of the heart.

When the heart thinks it is an ordinary berry, even if it is Adam's golden apple, it can still be taken away without cost. Similarly, when he thought that he had no money, he could take out the bag with a bag full of gold coins.

While he was thinking, the potted plants in front of him gradually recovered. Although they were still growing vigorously, they were not as exaggerated as before.

"Let's find a chance to check later."

Seeing that the potted plants had returned to normal, Ino no longer bothered about the reasons. Everything had to be prioritized.

After all, what he had to do tomorrow was the most important thing of this school year.

...

No words were spoken all night.

In the morning, Ino quietly opened the bed curtain. After confirming that there was no class in the morning, he ignored Malfoy who was sleeping soundly beside him.

After washing up alone, he opened the door and walked towards the Transfiguration Office.

On the sixth floor of the castle.

Professor McGonagall was reviewing the summer homework of the little wizards with a headache. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful in her heart, thanks to Harry and Ron.

On the first day of school, Gryffindor had already lost 100 points in less than a day. What was even more helpless was that she personally deducted the score.

"Knock! Knock!"

There was a knock on the door. Professor McGonagall seemed to have finally found an excuse. She pushed aside the various summer homeworks and then waved her wand to open the door of her office.

"Ino?" After seeing the person clearly, Professor McGonagall regained a smile on her face.

This is her ideal student, excellent in both character and learning, well-behaved and obedient, and most importantly, he will not cause trouble for no reason, and will not lose dozens or hundreds of points at a time.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall!" Ino greeted with a smile.

"Sit down! I only have one chair here to entertain you." Facing the ideal student, Professor McGonagall also rarely made a little joke.

"You came too early. Today's Transfiguration has a complete review system. If you want to know the results, you need to wait a week at the earliest."

"Professor, I'm not here for this."

Hearing this, he knew that Professor McGonagall had misunderstood, and he didn't hesitate to greet him, and went straight to the point: "During the summer vacation, I experienced something, and I think it's necessary to tell you..."

After a moment,

Ino finished talking about everything about Ginny and the notebook, including his feelings and speculation about dark magic items.

"Wait for me here for a while!" Professor McGonagall said, and stood up and walked out of the office in a swift and decisive manner.

There was no doubt whether this was a prank or a misunderstanding.

It seemed that even if she had to go in vain, she could not ignore the safety of her students.

"Bang!" The door closed.

As Professor McGonagall left, Ino sat in a chair and played with his wand out of boredom, or in other words, played with it.

Touching the raised knots on the elderberry, he liked this wand more and more as time went by.

It was beyond being handy and reached a magical feeling similar to blood connection. And every time he held the wand, it was like an extension of his arm, which was really magical.

...

Time passed by minute by minute.

About half an hour later, the office door was pushed open again.

Professor McGonagall led Ginny in, and it was worth mentioning that Professor McGonagall had a vintage notebook in her hand.

The notebook was placed on the large desk.

"Is this what you are talking about?" Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at the desk and asked.

"Yes! That's it, that faint sense of erosion."

Ino answered calmly, and then looked at Ginny who was in panic with some apology.

He somewhat understood Ginny's feelings. After all, on the second day of school, she was suddenly rushed to the dormitory by her own dean and taken away. Even a seventh-year graduate might be nervous, not to mention Ginny, a freshman.

Watching Professor McGonagall start to review the notes, Ino also whispered to Ginny:

"I'm sorry! I found out about it that day, but I had no evidence. So I thought about exchanging it with you for stationery, but your brother stopped me."

Chatting seemed to really relieve emotions. Compared with the stern Professor McGonagall, Ginny gradually relaxed when she saw the gentle senior opposite.

"It doesn't matter. Instead, I want to thank you." Ginny said weakly:

"In fact, I also found something wrong with it. Every time I write something on it, there will always be a person named Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

"What did you just say!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice sounded in the office.

Although she was checking her notebook, she heard the chat between the two people opposite her word for word. Maybe others didn't know this name, but she knew the meaning of this name too well.

On the other side.

Facing Professor McGonagall, who was full of aura, it seemed that she had released some terrifying magic. Not to mention Ginny, Ino felt like she was facing the White Witch.

"Sorry! Children, I scared you!" After realizing the loss of composure, Professor McGonagall changed her previous sternness and suddenly said gently:

"Miss Weasley, please tell me the whole story again."

As if she remembered something, Professor McGonagall suddenly turned her head and looked to one side:

"Ino! You can go back. This matter ends here. Don't mention it again! If the matter is true, I will add 100 points to Slytherin. Please rest assured about this."

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