The Bard at Hogwarts

London, Thames River.

The soothing river water flows quietly, and a cool breeze blows, blowing the leaves on both sides, making a rustling sound, adding a bit of tranquility and melodiousness to the summer afternoon.

"Fish and chips again..."

Beside the river, under the bridge pier not far away, a few complaints came out intermittently through the sparse bushes.

Ino opened the paper bag skillfully. Although he was complaining about the scarcity and monotony of food, his hands did not stop at all. He picked up a piece of golden and crispy fried fish and ate it in big mouthfuls.

Compared with special delicacies such as Wellington beef and Cornish pasties, fried fish that can be eaten for one pound is the most cost-effective choice at this stage.

After eating the last piece of fried fish in the bag, he picked up the kettle and drank a big sip happily, and then leaned on the bridge pier contentedly.

Some people resist loneliness, some people enjoy loneliness, but it is undeniable that loneliness always represents strength and survival ability. This is like sheep and rabbits. They have no ability to survive and never dare to taste loneliness.

Under the bridge pier, Ino looked at the factory with thick smoke in the distance, and was in a daze alone.

"London in 1991... Perhaps the only major event that can be remembered is the scarred boy who received the admission letter at Privet Drive."

The fragments that appeared inexplicably in his mind made him laugh out loud in self-mockery.

Sometimes Ino also thought that if the time traveler was really the protagonist, then his grades would definitely not be qualified.

Unlike the protagonists in the novels, who entered the business world at the age of three and traded futures at the age of five. And it took him a full ten years to barely integrate into this strange country.

As for financial investment, shorting the ruble, etc., there is no need to think about it.

A very realistic problem, no matter where a person is, from the moment he is born, his future limit and achievements have almost been determined.

Without the corresponding background support, even if you get some profits by chance, you can only become someone else's money bag.

Ino is very open-minded about this. He knows very well that those who have never succeeded before, even if they have another chance to start over, will most likely still not succeed.

The most critical factor that determines success is never the so-called opportunity, but the source code that has been typed before birth.

Just like a Steinway piano, if you don’t have it at home when you are born, you may never have it in your life.

“Mediocre, there is really nothing wrong with it…”

…

Affected by the temperate marine climate, being in London is destined not to experience the extreme heat.

Even in the middle of June, 93.2° Fahrenheit is already its limit.

Time flies, and I am taking a nap.

In a deep sleep, Ino was suddenly awakened by a rustling sound.

Having lived in London for 11 years, he had a clear judgment the first time he felt something strange. It was nothing more than some common flying birds such as flying pigeons, turtledoves, or ravens.

His consciousness was awake, but his eyes seemed to be glued, and he still didn’t want to open them. He raised his arms lazily and made a driving motion towards the air.

Long-term wandering life made him very clear that to deal with these timid little guys, he only needed to wave his hands randomly and they would leave soon.

However, this time he unexpectedly failed.

The short-term expulsion not only did not get the corresponding results, but made the other party even more aggressive. Ino even felt his fingers being pecked.

Such unscrupulous behavior made him quite annoyed. Regardless of whether the other party could understand or not, he immediately stood up and scolded:

"Why do you have to let me have an extra meal... eh!"

After opening his eyes and seeing the scene in front of him clearly, the angry scolding stopped abruptly.

It was like someone suddenly pressed the pause button when playing a movie on a mobile phone, and everything seemed unusually quiet.

In front of Ino was an innocent, gray and white horned owl, or to change the name... a cute English fat-faced chicken.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that there is a letter with a wax seal tied to the other party's right leg.

It should be said or not, for a moment, he felt that someone was playing a prank on him.

What a classic scene...

But he was also a little excited and nervous, because this is London.

To verify, Ino did not say anything, and directly untied the letter tied to the owl's feet and read it carefully:

"... Dear Mr. Swinburne: We are happy to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the semester is scheduled for September 1, 1991... Vice Principal: Minerva McGonagall, respectfully!"

Just the familiar beginning and the familiar name, he already had the answer in his heart.

In 1991, England was still seven years away from the time when the popular wizard novel came out.

"At this time, Rowling might have just met the thin black-haired boy who inspired her on the train in Manchester..."

Ino murmured and put away the envelope. He had basically ruled out a prank now.

Just kidding, who would be so bored that they would train an owl to entertain a wandering orphan, not to mention that the name and address in the letter all matched.

He collected his scattered thoughts.

But what bothered him now was that, in his impression, there seemed to be no magic riot in the past ten years. Maybe he sent it to the wrong person?

Soon, Ino shook his head and rejected his unreliable idea. Maybe the Muggle school might have sent the wrong notice. But Hogwarts admissions...

If something went wrong with the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance, then almost the entire British magical world would be in chaos.

And the other side.

When Ino's thoughts were wandering and he was thinking in a daze while holding the letter, the gray and white horned owl was always looking around with its black eyes.

Perhaps it saw that the boy in front of him lived a poor and difficult life, so it did not come forward to ask for snacks as usual.

The round, fat face even showed some human thoughts.

It looked as if it was thinking about whether to catch a few mice and give them to the boy as snacks. After all...it was probably the only young wizard who starved to death after receiving a notice from Hogwarts.

Ten minutes later.

A simple reply, together with the cute owl, disappeared into the clouds.

"All plans have been disrupted..."

Ino rubbed his brows helplessly.

To be honest, when he saw the Hogwarts admission notice, in addition to being unable to contain his inner excitement, he also felt an indescribable joy after his childhood dream came true.

After a brief period of excitement, Ino also realized a problem. It was now 1991, and enrolling at this time was doomed to be full of surprises in his future campus life.

The first-year Two-Face, the second-year Basilisk, the third-year Dementor...it's true that there are no duplicates every year.

"It would be great if I were the same age as Percy, or even worse, George and Fred. If you go to school with the Savior, you will die young!" Ino complained a little tiredly.

If you were careful in the first few years, you could get through it relatively safely, but the three years after the Goblet of Fire ends...it's not like you can easily avoid it if you just stay on your own.

During the final battle, when the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, it only took a matter of minutes for them to be affected.

"At worst, I'll drop out of school in the fifth grade..."

After thinking about it, Ino could only find this way to temporarily deal with the future disaster.

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