The Bard at Hogwarts

Astronomy Tower.

After Professor McGonagall left, Ino also walked towards the bottom of the tower.

At the same time, the tables, chairs and benches behind him slowly disappeared, like a beautiful sketch being erased bit by bit with an eraser.

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Leaving the Astronomy Tower.

Ino went all the way back to the office on the second floor, which belonged to the office of the Mechanical Magic Class.

Pushing open the door, the room was extremely simple. There was nothing else except a large desk that looked like a steel machine tool, a sofa for meeting guests and a matching coffee table.

This was not like a professor's office at all, and there was not even a bookshelf.

However, after Ino sat down in such a simple office, the surroundings changed dramatically.

The originally monotonous room suddenly expanded countless times, and neatly arranged bookshelves appeared on the empty walls around it, and there was no end in sight.

At first glance, it looked like a private library.

Sitting at his desk, Ino picked up the neatly arranged parchments on the desk out of habit. These parchments were carefully selected by him, and they were the homework of students with talent for mechanical magic.

A thick dozen, at least a dozen parchments were folded together.

To be honest, as an elective course, it was already very lucky to be able to select a dozen talented students.

In the second year of the seven years, Ino popularized cheap magic lamps, opened up the market, and also made the improved mechanical knowledge public.

In the past seven years, he not only discussed improvements with Old Bans, but also communicated with the puppet Alice.

Perhaps it was not quite accurate to say that she was a puppet. After all, he later learned that she was a serious semi-mechanical life.

This made him very interested, but later when it came to many core issues, Alice chose to remain silent.

For this silence, Ino also understood that knowledge is never cheap. Simple knowledge may not require anything at the beginning, but it always requires a price in the later stage.

In response, Ino also took out his trump card, the ancient runes that he had already mastered. As for the other 24 runes, he did not intend to take them out, or to say, he did not intend to spread them before they were concretely placed in the valley.

But the value of just one rune also allowed him to exchange very practical knowledge, a mechanical energy conversion.

In fact, this is normal. It belongs to the mechanical civilization system. It is impossible to use calcium carbide lamps for lighting and steam for driving.

And everything I saw in Lorton before was just because the city was too small and too remote, and even had no value at all, so all I used were the simplest and oldest things.

It was also because of this exchange that after having the core knowledge, Ino combined alchemy and opened up the subject of mechanical magic.

And its essence is also to give ordinary wizards a path to choose.

A very simple example, so many students graduate from Hogwarts every year. Even if they all study hard, at best they can only master dozens of spells.

Pure-blood wizards are better, at least they have a certain inheritance. The wizards from Muggle families are really hard.

Without family background and connections, few people can be outstanding after graduation.

After graduation, most wizards from Muggle families can only work in some low-level service industries, such as salespersons or something else. But even so, they still need to compete. Those who are unlucky can only return to the Muggle world with their primary school diplomas and live cautiously.

This is the case in the original story. The gifted Hermione was able to become the Minister of Magic in the end. Her own excellence is one aspect, but how much power she has relied on belongs to Weasley, which is indeed worth pondering.

But there is one thing that is very interesting.

In the story, Voldemort touts the pure-blood concept, and after his failure, it seems that nothing has changed.

The Sacred Twenty-Eight Families have always been in control of the Ministry of Magic. It is nothing more than this group losing power and another group coming on stage.

Lestrange and Malfoy fell, and were replaced by Potter, Longbottom and Weasley.

Thinking of this, Ino put down the parchment in his hand, opened the drawer at the same time, and took out a thick notebook.

He did not want to be a reformer of the system, but he also wanted to give Muggle wizards one more choice and one more way out.

Mechanical magic, and the subsequent plan, is to pull everyone to the same starting line.

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Time passed by minute by minute.

Ino carefully reviewed the homework of excellent students, and soon it was the curfew time of Hogwarts.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Ino stood up and stretched his body to relax, and the robe hanging on the hanger flew over automatically.

After getting dressed, he started his temporary job tonight-night patrol.

The castle is made of iron, but the students are changing.

George and Fred are not the last songs, because there will always be such naughty students every few years.

For such students, Ino will not deliberately restrict them, but he will not indulge them either. Everything must be done in moderation.

It's okay to wander around the castle at night, but if you go to the forbidden forest or run to Hogsmeade through the secret passage, this goes beyond the original rules.

For such students, he never deducts points or puts them in confinement, but directly arranges them to copy books in the library.

Throughout the school year, when you finish copying, you can enjoy the weekend.

The ‘harsh’ punishment, coupled with Moody outside the castle, has finally made the Forbidden Forest live up to its name and become a veritable forbidden area.

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Inside the castle.

Ino strolled in the corridor bored.

He entered Hogwarts at the age of eleven and is now 23 years old. Time in the castle seems to have stopped and everything is as it was before.

Hogwarts was completely silent after curfew, except for the whispers of the portraits and the slight collision of the moving stairs.

Climbing up the stairs, you soon arrived at the corridor on the upper floor.

The night patrol was a task assigned by Professor McGonagall, and Ino did not intend to be lazy, but it was not always true how serious he was.

Thanks to the castle's approval, if you really want to catch students wandering at night, you only need to communicate with any of the portraits around you.

In fact, he did not intend to do this. As he said before, as long as he did not exceed the bottom line, the joy that the castle should have should still be there.

But if it hits the muzzle of a gun, it can only be blamed on the other party's bad luck.

However, many things are just coincidences.

Ino is willing to let things go, but there are always one or two lucky ones.

Fourth floor corridor.

Following a series of rapid and chaotic footsteps, two panting figures also appeared in his sight.

Perhaps because they were really anxious, the two figures didn't pay any attention to their surroundings and ran towards the stairs quickly.

About ten seconds passed.

The same rapid footsteps sounded.

The elderly Filch and the equally elderly Mrs. Rowlis are arriving.

Unlike the panic of the young wizards, Filch was able to see all directions despite his age.

"Good evening, Professor Swinburne."

The moment he saw Ino, Filch stopped. Although it was important to catch students who wandered out at night, they still had to be polite. Besides, there were rumors that the other party would be the next Hogwarts. headmaster.

"Did you just see two students running over?" After saying hello, Filch still did not forget his responsibilities.

A rickety body and an old face.

At this moment, Ino finally discovered that time in the castle did not stand still, but unlike when he entered school, Filch's eyes now lacked a bit of violence.

"I saw it. Come on, I'll take you to catch it." Ino said softly.

He had no choice but to let these two unlucky children pass by him without knowing how to cover their faces.

If we don't catch him, we will really be sorry for our status as a professor.