The Bard at Hogwarts

Over the Brijuni Island.

The dragon trainers once again demonstrated the quality of wizards.

After Deren joined the battle, the fifteen dragon trainers no longer cared about the loss. Powerful magic continued to shoot, and in just a few breaths, the five Romanian long-horned dragons in the sky lost their ability to fly.

After doing all this, they flew in unison towards the eastern Croatian inland, only there could they find help in the first place.

Before leaving, Deren looked down, and the appearance of the blue phoenix made him completely relieved.

Then he drove the broom with all his strength without looking back.

…

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!" Ino gently stroked Fed's wings.

The information conveyed in his mind made him know that in addition to the 12 Ukrainian iron bellies, there were 23 adult wizards hidden around the island. In this situation, there was no intention to leave a way out for the dragon farm.

"You have to work hard later!"

Ino patted Fed's back again, encouragingly. Since no one else was going to leave a way out, he didn't need to be polite anymore.

As the words fell, he took the initiative to call on the power of the Boggart, and countless black smoke rose from the bottom.

And his body slowly floated up to the sky in this extreme black smoke.

In mid-air, Ino staggered and looked at the behemoth in the distance.

The Ukrainian iron belly, which was nearly 80 feet long, was full of oppression when it appeared alone, not to mention that there were 12 of them at the moment.

But even so, he had thought of a corresponding solution.

Holding the elderberry wand tightly in his hand, he also slightly adjusted his heart to make his emotions more indifferent.

After a while, a cold voice sounded from the sky.

"The clouds are misty!" "Winter is coming!"

The island was obviously covered with dark clouds, like the scene before the rainstorm.

But the next second, the whole world seemed to be covered by a thick white veil.

In the sky, the snow fell like countless flying butterflies.

As the snow fell, a fierce hurricane blew up on the island. They seemed to have life, roaring and raging, sweeping away everything that could be swept away.

Tall trees swayed left and right in the blizzard. At this moment, they were no longer towering ancient trees, but seemed like helpless grass.

Similarly, the whole island was gradually filled with fog.

At first, it was just a light white mist, but since when, the color of these white mists gradually deepened.

The thick smoke like ink was like a prehistoric monster, and soon it completely swallowed up the entire island.

"Chi~" A distant and ethereal cry sounded.

This was the first time that Fide had spoken in this world since his birth, and the fledglings were singing for the first time. It was obviously a very ethereal voice, but the listener seemed to be facing endless malice and curses.

As the owner of the phoenix, even though he was prepared, Ino still felt despair in this cry.

But he was like this, let alone other creatures on the island.

The extreme coldness of the blizzard, the fear of the Boggart, the desperate cry of the cursed phoenix when it soared...

All of this added up, whether it was the 12 Ukrainian iron bellies or the 23 adult wizards guarding the periphery of the island, at this moment, they all fell to the ground and twitched slightly as if they were kissed by the Dementors.

"Blood magic!"

In mid-air, Ino looked at the surrounding island that seemed to have been struck by a natural disaster, and he suddenly understood why Voldemort was willing to give up his handsome appearance.

Magic is an intuitive manifestation of the strength of a wizard, but magic cannot represent a wizard.

He has magic power close to Snape, but for today's encounter, 12 dragons plus 23 adult wizards.

Even if Snape came in person, he probably couldn't give the answer sheet at the moment.

Capturing 23 people alive and ensuring the life of the fire dragon, perhaps the only price is the eight-eyed giant spider and dense vegetation on the island.

And all this is just because of the special blood magic, the ice and snow of the white witch, the terrified Boggart, and the desperate phoenix.

…

Just as Ino was thinking about how to deal with these wizards, the distant Hogwarts seemed to be very lively.

Draco generously replaced the new video mirror in the auditorium, and played the Tom and Jerry story in a loop from 5pm to 8pm.

At the same time, the principal's office was also crowded.

After receiving Dumbledore's letter, Fudge rushed over as soon as possible, although a third-class medal of the Order of Merlin was not worth a fuss.

But he still attached the greatest importance to it, not only came to Hogwarts in person, but also brought the entourage of the Minister's Office.

This importance did not come from Dumbledore's letter.

The importance came from Malfoy, Flint, Parkinson, Greengrass...or to be precise, from the entire Slytherin.

Although he was in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was always well aware of the changes in Hogwarts.

Whether it was the alchemical mirror or the profit behind it, as a minister at the top of power, he did not need to pay too much attention.

However, with the opportunity of this mirror, the new generation of pure-blood wizards in Slytherin became one.

This power may not be important now, but after they graduate, they will be irresistible to the whole world.

As a standard politician, Fudge knew that some things needed a clever access point.

And this point, to be honest, made him happy for the whole afternoon after receiving Dumbledore's letter.

...

"Excellent alchemical product." As the image in the mirror disappeared, Fudge said affirmatively.

After hearing the minister's tone, Umbridge was the first among the entourage to react.

"In such an excellent era, excellent students will always emerge, and of course it has something to do with the excellent education at Hogwarts."

As the assistant to the minister, Umbridge used her twisted voice to compliment everyone, including ministers, students, and Hogwarts professors. No one was left behind, and she perfectly set off the atmosphere.

Especially the first sentence of "Excellent Times" must come from excellent ministers.

Even though he often faced compliments, Fudge showed a slight smile for this kind of silent praise.

"I think this achievement is completely enough to apply for the third-class Order of Merlin, and I will also sign my name in the recommender column."

Fudge clearly expressed his opinion and also concluded the matter.

…

at the same time.

Quidditch training ground outside the castle.

Although today is not the day of the College Cup game, there are still many people on the lawn.

"Draco, what did I do wrong?"

Gower said with a confused look on his face, while also thinking about what happened during this period, but he didn't seem to have done anything extraordinary.

Draco remained silent, his expression still cold, as if Snape was applying a potion.

Goyle felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't know why. Whenever Draco sat behind the mirror, he was a little afraid to look at him.

There was silence for ten seconds.

"Goyle, I've said it more than once, you have to behave naturally! Do you understand? Don't always look back at me. Are there any words on my face?"

In the past two months, most of Draco's thoughts were spent on filming the story.

The script is also ready-made. It was the textbook for Defense Against the Dark Arts class last year and Lockhart's novel. It can be a very good story with a slight adaptation, and you don't even need to change the lines.

Everything should have gone smoothly.

But he ignored the ability of the little wizard. Not only Goyle, but all the actors who participated in the performance had their own problems. They either lost their minds or forgot their lines, or even made some poses in front of the mirror.

"Goyle! You only have one last chance! Otherwise you won't get any snacks in the future. Now go back and act like an injured villager with a more natural expression."

Draco let out a final roar.

He was fed up with all kinds of problems. These people didn't understand what natural acting was. They had to be pretentious and even read the lines with a different accent.

Sorry everyone, there are only two of them today.

The company had to hold a meeting at noon, and Xiaodi lost two hours of coding time.

Feel sorry. Sorry, sorry