The Bard at Hogwarts

"How could they do this...Scarhead obviously violated the school rules. I want to write a letter to my father!"

In the dormitory, Malfoy complained loudly.

Three days have passed since the last flying lesson. After some cool maneuvers, the person involved, Harry, was successfully taken away by Professor McGonagall on the spot.

Just when everyone thought Harry would be severely punished, the plot took a big turn.

Harry was not only selected into the college Quidditch team, but also served as an important seeker.

The news reached Slytherin, and Malfoy broke through the defense in an instant.

You know, yesterday afternoon, he was still talking with everyone in the common room, speculating on what kind of punishment Harry would receive.

In the blink of an eye, he was slapped hard in the face and returned to the dormitory holding back his anger. At this moment, Malfoy couldn't bear it anymore.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, the instigator Neville, all the Gryffindors watching, and even Harry's owl became the target of his abuse.

I listened to Malfoy grumble for more than half an hour.

Ino couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Draco, do you know why Slytherin's symbol is the snake?"

"Because even if snakes fail, they will not be discouraged and complain. They will only hide in the dark and prepare silently, cultivate strength, resilience and determination in the shadow of adversity, and then find the right time to deliver a fatal blow."

In the dormitory, the bard told stories in a unique tone, which firmly affected Malfoy's mind.

"Its eyes are so clear and deep, its body is sinuous and graceful, and its tail is agile and erratic. Every swing shows its unpredictability and survival wisdom in adapting to the environment."

"Draco, remember you are a real Slytherin! So don't imitate those toads, they can do nothing but make noise."

Instead of persuading him directly, Ino used anthropomorphic metaphors. While secretly praising Malfoy, he also subtly shifted his thinking direction.

Sure enough, the effect was immediate.

It seemed that Malfoy liked this very much. He thought quietly for a while, and then slapped his thigh fiercely.

"You are right! I am Slytherin, and I want to find an opportunity to teach Scarhead an unforgettable lesson..."

I don't know what Malfoy was thinking, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and there were even two abnormal blushes on his cheeks.

"It seems that you have understood! Congratulations, you are a standard Slytherin. But it is already very late now, so go to bed if you have nothing to do."

Seeing that Malfoy stopped complaining, Ino was not stingy with his praise.

"Oh, by the way! Don't forget to wake me up tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he directly pulled down his bed curtains and ignored Malfoy beside him.

…

Time always passes quietly in peaceful days.

Before I knew it, two full weeks of the first school year had passed.

During this period, Ino not only became familiar with Hogwarts, but also found his own rhythm of life.

Except for classrooms and libraries at two o'clock and one line every day.

Most of the rest of the time he spent practicing magic in his dormitory, or going to the astronomy tower to watch the sunrise while singing alone.

When it comes to singing, we have to mention the accompanying instruments.

Although he had overestimated magic as much as possible, he was still amazed by the automatic accordion.

The accordion I bought in Diagon Alley for 10 galleons before the start of school was unexpectedly perfect. Not only did it play automatically, it could even recognize sounds and store and arrange music.

Once, he casually hummed a Schubert serenade.

As a result, the accordion automatically recognized the tune and stored it in the form of five lines and seven notes.

It's like a multifunctional recorder that can be played in loop anytime and anywhere.

…

Slytherin dormitory.

After a day of classes, Ino quietly leaned on his chair to rest in the morning.

In his hand, there was an open copy of "Practical Home Magic".

That’s right, home magic.

This is not a Muggle book like "British Housewife", which teaches people how to wash, cook and clean housework.

"Practical Home Magic" by Obscurus Publishing House, in a sense, is much more valuable than "Standard Spells".

It can even be regarded as an encyclopedia of spells, because it not only contains a wide variety of spells, but also the techniques and techniques for casting spells.

Half an hour later.

Ino slowly opened her eyes, waved her wand, and let the accordion play a soothing movement.

Listen to music, read books and practice magic every day.

To be honest, he had fallen a little in love with Slytherin's privileges.

If he was really sorted into Gryffindor, he would be in the Lion's Court dormitory described in the original book. Not to mention practicing magic, being able to do his homework quietly would probably be a luxury.

After all, no one can expect the chirping, energetic little lions to become well-behaved.

"Bang!"

Just when Ino was about to switch tracks, the door to the dormitory was violently pushed open.

"I just invited Scar to a duel in the auditorium, and he agreed. It will be at midnight tonight in the prize room."

Back in the dormitory, Malfoy was in a hurry, telling him what he had experienced just now, what frightened Harry so much that he was dumbfounded, and how Weasley was only qualified to stand by and act as a yes man...

"By the way, can you accompany me tonight? Be my assistant and teach Scarhead and his followers a lesson together."

"Sorry! I won't violate the school rules." Ino refused without thinking.

You must be kidding. If the admission letter is the key to the road of magic, then the midnight duel must be the symbol of the adventure.

God knows how many eyes will be watching this duel in the dark.

He finally kept a low profile for more than half a month, and then he withdrew from everyone's sight. Only a fool would jump out and become the focus again.

On the other hand, Malfoy seemed to have expected this result and was not angry because of Ino's refusal.

"Okay! Then I can only follow my plan. Ha! Scarhead is finished... Yes, and that Weasley!"

Seeing Malfoy fall into a state of self-entertainment again, sitting there with a silly smile on his face.

In such a weird scene, Ino subconsciously stood up, holding the accordion beside him, and walked out the door without looking back.

...

Common room.

"Mr. Swinburne! Are you going out?"

Walking out of the dormitory, Ino heard a crisp voice behind him and stopped immediately.

"Good afternoon! Miss Parkinson, and Miss Greengrass!"

In front of him were two girls of the same grade, Pansy and Daphne.

Seriously speaking, these two girls are also the celebrities of this class.

Although there is not much description of them in the original book, after getting along with them for a while, Ino knew very well that the two girls in front of him were not easy to deal with.

This is not to say that the two little girls are so bad, but that they have inherited the heritage of Slytherin, shrewd, cunning, and elegant at the same time.

…

"So are you going out to practice?"

While speaking, Pansy's eyes couldn't help but look at the accordion beside her.

Daphne also took over the topic and joked: "I wonder if we can have the honor to listen to you play a song."

"Okay! That's my honor." After thinking for a moment, Ino agreed.

Since he chose to be low-key and choose to integrate into Slytherin, he really can't be too eccentric. Appropriate social interaction is essential.

Sometimes being too low-key is often a different kind of publicity.

"Although I don't have the skills to play it well yet, I can tell you a very interesting story."

Ino put down the accordion, found an empty corner in the public lounge, and sat down.

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