The Bard at Hogwarts

The moon is high and the lights are bright.

In Malfoy Manor, everyone was drinking and drinking, and everything seemed relaxed and harmonious.

But in this harmony, there is always a bit of stiffness, and the hierarchy engraved in the bones of the little snakes prevents them from disturbing them rashly.

In this atmosphere, Ino was happy to relax, sitting in a corner away from the center with a wine glass, watching the lively banquet in front of him like an audience.

This relaxing and dreamy scene is the magical world he truly yearns for.

Just like the first school year, simple and happy.

"I didn't expect that one day, I would also attend Slytherin's banquet!" Neville picked up the wine glass and looked around with a sigh.

Hearing the sound, Ino turned her head. Neville, who was in fourth grade, was no longer the fat little boy who buried his head in tears. He was over 1.6 meters tall. Although he did not look mighty, he still had some shadow of a Gryffindor warrior.

"The point is not about Slytherin, the point is that we are friends." Ino smiled and raised his glass. The butterbeer flashed the color of Felixir under the magic lamp.

"Neville, don't worry! Magic is magical, and some things will be fine as well."

Regarding Neville's parents, he had heard from the other party a long time ago, and he had also thought about solving this matter.

It was like facing Snape's soul asking questions in the first Potions lesson before school started.

Even though it had been so long, he could still clearly remember his answer at that time: the potion was to prevent tragedy from happening.

The same goes for potions and the same goes for magic.

Therefore, we have the current answer, using magic to help as many people as possible.

On the other side, Neville also heard the sincerity.

"Thank you! Ino. But I don't expect too much. As long as they are safe and I can see them every year during the holidays, I am content."

Faced with the continuation of this family affection, Ino did not answer, but reached out and gently patted Neville's shoulder to express comfort.

Before he had no idea, he would not say too many words of comfort, lest he give Neville hope that would not be realized in the end.

Enough of the topic.

Neville didn't mention this matter again, and there was a tacit understanding between them.

"Are they both naturally suited to socializing?" Neville looked at the two active figures at the banquet.

George and Fred walked through the crowd with a canvas bag slung across their shoulders. It seemed like he was running his old business again, selling all kinds of flowers, accessories, and exquisite hairpins that girls like.

"Hahahaha, they always bring joy! That's a good thing!"

Ino also saw the twins, and Fred was selling hairpins to Millicent with a smile on his face.

Millicent Burst, the female Slytherin version of Goyle, looked at Fred shyly and timidly at this moment, as if this was not a hairpin, but more like a token of love.

After the banquet started, everyone found something they were interested in. Even Percy was chatting with Marcus, who was once hostile.

This scene is really touching.

It seems that the hostility between colleges is constantly fading with age, and this fading is especially obvious after graduation.

Just like now, a former Gryffindor prefect and a former Slytherin Quidditch captain.

If this were placed in a castle, the two of them would exchange words when meeting each other, but who would have thought that after graduation, they would sit together and have a conversation while drinking and drinking.

…

And in distant London.

It is different from the excitement of Malfoy Manor.

At No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging District, the atmosphere in the room seemed a bit solemn.

Penny covered her mouth in horror, the panic in her eyes clearly visible.

Her husband, Fenon, was lying motionless on the ground.

On the other side, although Dudley was tall, he was curled up in the corner like a hamster, as if this could give him enough security.

In the center of the room, Harry held his wand and looked around with his scarlet eyes, as if he were a hungry python, and his expression of choosing people to eat was too obvious.

Soon, Harry's eyes turned to Petunia beside him.

But that frightened expression and silent tears seemed to have touched something. In just a moment, Harry's scarlet eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes became clear.

"this……"

The fallen uncle, the crying aunt, and the frightened Dudley.

Harry looked at the wand in his hand blankly. He didn't know what was happening, let alone why everything was like this.

Before dinner, Uncle Vernon routinely criticized magic. If this was commonplace in the past, it wouldn't be too normal.

But only this time, Harry felt a sense of disgust for no reason. He felt that a Muggle who didn't understand magic dared to speak shamelessly to slander Hogwarts and all wizards.

This made him feel a little insulted, and then he became extremely angry.

And memory also ends here.

But combined with the current scene, the answer is already obvious. He caused all this.

Thinking of this, Harry could no longer hold the wand in his hand and let it fall to the floor with a crisp sound.

As the wand fell, Petunia, who had been crying silently, seemed to come to life. She quickly ran towards the wand, picked it up, and held it firmly in her hand, refusing to let go.

"Help Fenon, please! You have a problem! You need to write a letter to them, to Dumbledore, to Severus, or someone else, and ask them to help."

Although she was a Muggle, Penny knew wizards better than anyone else. Especially during the school summer vacation, Lily always told her a lot about magic.

"I'll write it now!" Harry nodded silently. "Uncle Vernon is fine, he just fainted."

After saying this, Harry turned around and walked straight to the storage room on the second floor, where Hedwig was placed.

In fact, he knew that he had a big problem without Aunt Penny's reminder.

Just like the stories Ron had told in the dormitory, many people were always cursed by dark wizards inadvertently, and their temperaments changed drastically.

Walking in the stairwell, Harry always had some strange pictures flashing in his mind, which were some pictures in his dreams.

Since the start of school last year, he always had strange dreams. In his dreams, he seemed to have turned into a winding snake, walking alone in a dense forest.

Although it was a bit weird, just like the pain of the scar on his forehead before, he didn't plan to tell anyone.

But today, it seems a little different.

Especially when he saw Uncle Vernon lying on the ground, Harry sincerely thanked himself for not knowing much magic, and was only proficient in some simple spells, otherwise...

Thinking of another terrible result, Harry's pace unconsciously quickened a lot.

Pushing open the door of the storage room.

Hedwig in the cage seemed to feel the owner's emotions and made a rare cooing sound.

...

Ten minutes later.

A snow-white owl quietly appeared over London.

Unlike other nocturnal owls, the agile figure in the sky seemed to be very anxious.

It kept flapping its wings and flew at a very fast frequency.