The Bard at Hogwarts

"Frozen to death? So you blame the cold? If it weren't for her irresponsible father and bastard uncle, she would have died?"

…

The White Witch sat in the main seat, but her voice was colder than before, without any emotion.

Even under this cold voice, the entire hall and even the vast plain around the castle suddenly became covered with crystal snowflakes.

Your mood alone can affect changes in the celestial phenomena.

The White Witch, who single-handedly froze the entire continent of Narnia, finally showed her light at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Ino also understood.

Maybe when we met before, that magical battle might have really released the seven seas.

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at the same time.

As time goes by, the crystal clear snowflakes in the sky and the fierce hurricane have a tendency to merge.

Facing the impending snowstorm, Ino regretted telling the tragic story to the White Witch at this moment.

I originally thought that the White Witch, as a villain, would like these stories that have elements of ice and snow as well as tragedy.

Who would have thought that the other party could be so emotional, and that he could be so passionate when listening to a story.

The scene remained in a stalemate for about ten seconds.

Seeing that a blizzard was about to form, the voice of the White Witch came from the auditorium hall again.

"Don't tell me these stories again! Forget it this time."

As the words fell, the entire auditorium suddenly became calm.

'despair! despair! despair! ’

Ino hid behind the giant stone statue, listening to the crisp sound of high heels on the ground, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"If I had known earlier, I would have told a love story about a prince and a princess..."

With a sigh, he stood up and started looking for his suitcase in the auditorium. The hurricane just now destroyed the auditorium to pieces.

…

After a few minutes, the White Witch left completely.

The dwarf team also arrived at the scene as scheduled, holding various cleaning tools in their hands, such as brooms, iron buckets, mops...

Looking at the aftermath, it was obvious that the dwarves were well prepared and seemed to know their queen's temper very well.

Ignoring these busy dwarves, Ino carried his suitcase and walked slowly outside the auditorium.

Outside the auditorium.

"Dear guest, where are you going?"

As soon as he left the auditorium, he was blocked by a dwarf before he had even taken a few steps.

Looking down, he found that the other person was the coachman of the White Witch before. His name was Simon or something. In short, he was considered a half-acquaintance.

"After attending His Majesty's dinner, of course I have to leave now." Ino half-crouched and looked at the dwarf in front of him.

"Oh no! You may have misunderstood. You can't go anywhere in Narnia without the Queen's consent. If you are sleepy, I will take you to the guest room to rest now."

The dwarf said the toughest words in the most polite context.

Let's listen... What's the difference between this and disguised imprisonment? It's more polite.

"Then what if I have to leave!" Ino said calmly.

However, before the dwarf could reply, he changed the topic again.

"Okay, I'm kidding! I haven't seen enough of such a beautiful palace and castle. Take me to the guest room to rest."

After saying that, Ino felt that the suddenly cold temperature around him gradually returned to normal.

Even though he had countless greetings in his heart, he could only accept the dwarf's proposal with a smile on his face.

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Castle guest room.

It's not a luxurious room, but it's a decent room, fully furnished with tables and chairs.

After confirming that no one would be disturbed, Ino reached into the lining pocket, paused for a moment, and then took out an ancient dice after a few seconds.

Things developed too suddenly today, from scaring away the Goat Man at the streetlight to encountering the White Witch later, all of which didn't give him any time to think.

Now I calm down and think about it, maybe... I was wrong from the beginning.

If he hadn't pulled out his wand to scare away the Goatman, he would probably be a guest in the Beaver couple's tree hole.

"Hey...it's always like this lately! A comfortable life is really a chronic poison."

Unlike previous villages and towns, Ino knew very well that in an epic story like Narnia, the probability of encountering danger simply increased geometrically.

Although the chapter of the White Witch is still a fairy tale, a large-scale war still occurred, even if few people on the right side died in the end.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the dice in his hand.

"I will not be in danger in Narnia, I will not be in danger in Narnia..."

A faint murmur sounded in the room.

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A quiet life always makes people ignore the existence of time.

But it actually exists. When people come back to their senses, they will find that a long time has passed in the trance.

One fine morning.

The castle garden...well, maybe it used to be a garden, but now the entire continent is covered in ice and snow, and there's nothing else to see here except an ice-blue rose.

Ino was sitting in the garden, and opposite him was a white witch in a long dress and a golden crown.

"...At this time, the prince suddenly woke up and recognized his real bride. 'Come, I will take you home.' Saying that, he took the girl's hand and took her into the carriage. The carriage was filled with wind. As if heading towards the castle, the bright windows are not far away..."

As the story comes to an end, the accordion nearby plays soft and beautiful music just in time.

At this moment, singing and music are perfectly integrated, as if you are on the coast on a midsummer night, quietly blowing the sea breeze from afar while listening to the chant of the sea.

However.

The meaning of the existence of all beautiful things seems to be destroyed.

Not far away, a huge black shadow was running towards the garden, with snow flying everywhere it passed.

After discovering this situation, Ino immediately stopped playing the accordion and then stood aside without saying a word.

The black shadow seemed to move very quickly, arriving in front of the garden in a matter of seconds.

It was a huge wild wolf, with a body the size of a calf and sharp canine teeth, which made people look frightened.

The giant wolf was lying on its belly in front of the garden, breathing heavily and lowering its huge head, looking as respectful as possible.

"Her Majesty the Queen of Narnia! My subordinates discovered traces of humans in the jungle..."

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The White Witch left, and the garden returned to its usual silence.

"The story is finally about to begin..."

Ino looked up at the gray-blue sky. Unknowingly, he had lived in this ice and snow castle for more than three months.

During this period, in addition to enjoying a variety of delicious food, I also gained a high degree of freedom. Whether he was wandering around the castle or practicing magic alone, the White Witch tacitly approved of everything.

And he just needs to tell a romantic and tortuous love story every day.

Yes, romantic twists and turns.

After two months of contact, Ino has figured out the temperament of the White Witch, and she is a proper young and artistic woman.

To put it bluntly, I like love stories with a perfect ending but a bumpy journey.

But this doesn't trouble him. As a qualified bard, adapting stories and the like are all basic operations.

All you have to do is retell stories like Romeo and Butterfly Lovers, change the names of the protagonists, change the era and background, and then retell them with added detail.

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