The Bard at Hogwarts

All things seem to follow the same principle, which is the final compromise.

No matter it is a difference of ideas, a dispute of interests, or even a conflict of behavior, as long as it does not reach the point of life and death, there is only one way to compromise in the end.

And this principle is the same in the magic world.

Faced with the unexpected appearance of the fourth warrior, Madam Maxim and Karkaroff also chose to compromise and accept.

In the end, the two principals even saw a hint of inquiry in each other's eyes.

Probably both of them also suspected each other, whether they had known Ino's strength for a long time, so they directed and acted out a self-torture trick to divide it comprehensively.

But whether it was a self-torture trick or a real accident, the two of them were happy to accept the result of the handling of this matter, and they could even be said to be full of joy.

It's like an entertainment duel between students, and suddenly the champion of the last International Wizard Duel Competition came out. The two are not the same concept at all, and there is no suspense in how to compare.

But now it's different. The champion was grabbed by his teammates by his legs to restrict his movement, so he can barely compete once.

...

The opinions of the three principals are unified.

The same resolution was also spread throughout the castle the next day.

The wind blew, and it seemed to be an unprecedented commotion.

Even though a week had passed, the rumors in the castle were still going strong, and everyone was discussing the topic of the fourth champion as much as possible.

Harry once again became the focus, or the object of discussion.

But no matter what kind of wind blew in the castle, it seemed to only blow in through the windows, and the Slytherin common room deep in the castle underground was fortunately in peace.

Ino was not interested in the rumors outside.

A lot of things happened in the past week, but the only thing worth his attention was the time of the first game.

After the joint consultation of the five referees, the time was set at the end of November.

It was very interesting. The champions were selected in early October and the competition started at the end of November. It took nearly two months, as if one party was not well prepared.

As for Dumbledore's plan, Ino did not intend to ask because it was meaningless.

Dumbledore would take the initiative to tell him what he really needs to know, and if he doesn't need to know, forcing him to know will only add some topics to talk about.

Since the old headmaster is willing to take the lead, he is happy to be free in many things.

...

In the Slytherin dormitory.

Ino took off his plain robe and changed into the blue gown knitted by spider silk.

A week passed quietly, and today is the time agreed with Marcus.

"Ino, do you think I need to go?"

In the dormitory, Draco hesitated again and again and asked tentatively.

"You? My answer is casual, go if you want to go, and rest in the dormitory if you don't want to go. As a shareholder, you are always qualified."

In response to Draco's inquiry, after a brief thought, Ino also gave an answer.

"Then I won't go, anyway, I have nothing to do in it." Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He was now very glad that he didn't participate too much in the operation.

"Ha! It's not as serious as you think." Ino saw what Draco was thinking at a glance.

In fact, he didn't doubt anyone before he saw the evidence.

If he doubted his partner and got angry just because of Krom's one-sided words, it would be too stupid.

Although he could not doubt, he could not ignore it.

Krum's words also reminded him of one thing. Although the common interests were very solid, they also needed equal status.

...

When Ino was about to leave, far away on the main street of Diagon Alley.

In a shop covering an area of ​​about 100 square meters, the atmosphere was a little low at the moment.

The video mirror shop was originally an industry of the Malfoy family, and later it was used by Draco as a share.

The shop is divided into two floors, the first floor is used for business, and the second floor is a standard storage warehouse.

This may be a waste of space, but in the absence of sufficient goods and a wide variety of varieties, it is wisest to concentrate all on the first floor.

At this moment, the first floor of the shop is still operating normally. Although the store is a little cold, there are not too many goods on the shelves.

This also caused the only two young shop assistants on the first floor to start slacking off, each holding a bag of Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans and chatting in boredom.

The two shop assistants, a man and a woman, looked no more than 20 years old, especially the female shop assistant, who looked like she had just graduated from Hogwarts.

"Penelope, you said that they didn't think about increasing production, but came to the store all at once. Did something big happen? Or are they going to go bankrupt?"

The male shop assistant sat behind the counter, with a face full of curiosity and exploration, but more of a kind of boredom lying flat.

"I don't know!" Penello turned her head and said calmly: "But, Mr. Flint, you are not unaware of the situation here. Orders from all over the world are scheduled until next year. If your cousin knew that you were looking forward to bankruptcy..."

"Don't! I just said it casually." Linli Flint woke up instantly.

As an unappreciated branch of the Flint family, he knew too well the methods of the pure blood. The figure of Marcus appeared in his mind, with a smiling expression hiding an unknown coldness.

"If that's the case, then stop talking nonsense! If you really have nothing to do, just lie down and sleep."

Penelope turned her head and stopped looking at the colleague who listened to her advice. She just said something casually, and the other party really lay down on the table and slept.

But even so, she had no choice. She thought that as a Ravenclaw female head and the female president of the Hogwarts Student Union, she would at least get a decent job after graduation.

However, reality taught her a lesson. Muggle-born wizards have no place in the Ministry of Magic, or any decent job has a label behind it, and the seemingly public is just an explanation to the public.

Even the Centaur Liaison Office, a department that is always cold and cold, is still controlled by some half-bloods.

"If one way doesn't work, change another way..." Penelope looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.

It seems that some people are born to be upstairs, and she can only stay at their feet. The qualification to stay at their feet is still squeezed in by Percy's relationship.

Inexplicably, Penelope felt ironic.

It seems that everything in the castle is a dream. What prefect power, what glory, after leaving Hogwarts, all achievements are not as good as a light surname.

"I should have known better than to fight for it..."

The past of the academy now seems ridiculous.

Some people who were once looked down upon have become respectable, while she, the female president of the student union, has become just a salesperson in a store.

Although her monthly income is also considerable, she is still essentially a waiter.