The Bard at Hogwarts

Early in the morning, the sun just rose from the eastern horizon, and the sky was stained with a light orange-red. The heavy and solemn castle and the rising sun complemented each other.

The last day of the second school year has quietly arrived.

At nine o'clock in the morning, all the little wizards will leave Hogwarts as agreed.

Some people leave for a short time, and some people never come back.

...

Hogwarts Express.

In a closed compartment.

Hermione was a little happy at this moment, because just before leaving school, Ino agreed to her invitation and would take time to visit in the last week of summer vacation.

As for the travel plans arranged before, let them go to hell. Although she just had a holiday, she now wished that time would pass faster.

"Why does time pass so slowly? It would be great if tomorrow is the last week of summer vacation!"

Hermione murmured unconsciously, but this shocking remark struck the other three people in the compartment like lightning.

"What kind of poisonous magic has befallen you? It's not even the first day of the holiday, and you're looking forward to the start of school earlier?" Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.

Similarly, Harry and Ginny also found it hard to understand. How could anyone feel that the summer vacation was too slow?

"I'm not under the poisonous magic. I just like to study! Is that not okay? If I were you, I would now think about how to go home and explain the report card full of P and A. My goodness, there is not even an E in all the subjects. Harry at least has an E."

For Ron, Hermione never showed mercy and retorted without hesitation.

Harry looked at Hermione innocently. He was just watching the fun. Could you please not mention him? It was not a glorious thing to have only one good on the report card.

But at the same time, he was also glad that Aunt Petunia never cared about academic performance, and Uncle Vernon was even more indifferent.

"I don't have to think about explaining the grades! Because no one has time to pay attention to these this summer vacation. We have big things to do!" Ron said nonchalantly, full of pride in his words.

Although he stopped halfway through the words, he successfully aroused the interest of Harry and Hermione.

Harry looked at Ginny with curiosity.

"Ron is right. My mother probably doesn't have time to take care of him this year." Ginny lowered her head slightly, her voice sounding a little soft.

"Our family is rich! We won the jackpot!" Seeing his sister was about to reveal the answer, Ron spoke first.

"A full 700 Galleons! The jackpot of the Daily Prophet! Although it will take some time to complete the process, we have already planned that the whole family will travel to Egypt and visit Bill who works in Egypt."

...

Hogsmeade.

Two weeks after the summer vacation.

Ino, wearing a light blue 'ice silk' gown, stood on the balcony of the cottage, supporting the iron railing of the balcony with his arms, quietly looking at Hogsmeade in the afternoon.

Although bathed in the summer sun, it did not feel the heat at all, and even had a faint refreshing feeling.

And all this is due to Lina's specialness. It seems that she is really favored by fate. Not only is Lina's appearance different from that of an ordinary eight-eyed giant spider, but even the spider silk she spits out is light blue ice silk.

After discovering this, he also made a special trip to Diagon Alley, paid a Galleon for the production fee, and asked Madam Magic to help tailor an ice silk gown.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at Lina hanging on the ceiling. In two weeks, her body has grown again, and now it looks like the size of a bathtub.

As if she felt the gaze, Lina quietly retreated, and her whole body curled up on the spider web: "Don't look at me! I really can't spit it out."

Feeling Lina's grievance, Ino couldn't help but smile and comfort her: "I don't want spider silk, and one piece of clothing is enough. Wait a while! I'll take you out to play and let you see the outside world."

He didn't paint a rosy picture for Lina. There was probably a feeling in the dark that it was almost time to enter the fantasy world in the next few days.

"You stay here and look after the house. I'll go out to buy some things and buy you some delicious food. You won't be hungry when you go out to play."

After saying this, Ino walked straight to the fireplace downstairs.

...

Diagon Alley.

As the only commercial area in the wizarding world of the British Isles, its prosperity is much stronger than Hogsmeade.

Here, as long as you can think of it, you can basically buy it. If you really can't buy it, then go to Knockturn Alley next door.

The Leaky Cauldron.

As the green flames rose, Ino just stepped out of the fireplace and heard a familiar teasing voice.

"Oh wow! Our celebrity is here again! What do you want to drink? Old Tom will treat you!"

"A glass of freshly squeezed grass juice!" Ino chuckled and sat on the round stool in front of the bar. "You always treat us. Don't wait until Hannah inherits the bar and finds that the entire account is in the red."

"Rather than inheriting the bar, I hope she will succeed in her studies and work in the Ministry of Magic."

While talking, Old Tom came over with a glass of emerald green drink. After putting down the glass, he sighed and said, "You want me to lose money with a glass of grass juice? That's too much of a disdain for our Abbott family."

"Okay, rich old Tom, I underestimated you." Ino picked up the glass on the table and took a sip. The faint grass fragrance filled his taste buds.

"Please prepare some more dragon meat for me recently. It will cost about 500 Galleons. According to the rules, I will pay 10% more, but the quality must be guaranteed. If the amount of dragon meat is not enough, the flesh and blood of other magical animals will also work."

Hearing this, Old Tom did not answer immediately. After thinking for a moment, he whispered:

"The amount of dragon meat is really not enough, but those French secretly transported a batch of rune horses, and the quantity is definitely enough. They probably hit the jackpot, not only the price is favorable, but also there is no need to pre-order, they are all ready-made."

...

Knockturn Alley.

Ino carried a suitcase and walked into a remote and dark alley.

He did not make any cover-up. Thanks to the propaganda of the Daily Prophet, no one would be so blind as to provoke him now.

After all, even dark wizards probably have brains and read newspapers. Before taking action, they always consider whether they can withstand the flames that cover the sky and the sun.

As for the brainless dark wizards, most of them are also studying in Azkaban.

Ignoring the secret prying around, Ino walked into a shabby three-story building without any signs.

Half an hour later.

When Ino walked out again, he seemed to be surrounded by an indissoluble blood smell.

He was a little helpless. He really didn't expect that these Frenchmen were so bold that they smuggled live horses.

As a last resort, in order to get the goods earlier, he could only help to kill the horses and get the meat.

Walking on the road, feeling the strong smell of blood on his body, Ino couldn't help but frowned. He probably couldn't go to the Leaky Cauldron, so he pulled out his wand helplessly.

"Apparition!"