The Bard at Hogwarts

Diagon Alley.

On the cobblestone streets, all kinds of novel shops are lined up on both sides of the street. No matter whether it is novels or movies, the scenes here cannot be described. The magical magic... is in various forms.

But Ino turned a blind eye to this and followed Snape wholeheartedly.

Even though he was curious about everything around him, he knew that he was not following the responsible Professor McGonagall or the honest Hagrid.

Therefore, completing all matters as soon as possible is the most important thing to do at the moment.

Anyway, I know the road, and there are still two months before the start of school. I can come again in a while and have a good time.

...

Walking out of Gringotts, Ino held a small cloth bag of 20 Galleons in his hand. This is all the funding Hogwarts gives to freshmen.

Of course, this funding is not free. When he took the money and signed just now, he had already seen the content above.

In-depth study shows that this money can only be regarded as an interest-free loan, which requires students to pay it back within three years after graduation. But even so, this measure has really helped many people, which no one can deny.

Ino held the grant in his hand, then turned to look at Snape, "Professor, what should we do next?"

"It's you, not us!" Snape corrected Ino's grammar expressionlessly, and then said indifferently:

"Take your money and buy what you need on the list. My responsibility is just to lead you to Diagon Alley and let you get the money as you wish."

Ino: "..."

Looking at Snape who didn't even turn his head, Ino raised his arm and rubbed his sore cheeks, keeping a harmless smile for a long time, so that his facial muscles are always in a stiff state.

"Inexplicable! Did I dig up your ancestral home in Spider's End?"

So far, he didn't know how he offended this guy. Although he had black hair, he didn't have emerald green pupils.

Although he was a little indignant, he could only do so for now.

Just as Snape just said, the other party completed the responsibility of the professor's guidance, although he didn't know the specific matters inside.

But he also knew that Snape would not lie about such a thing.

…

In front of the door of Gringotts, the scene of their meeting flashed in Ino's mind again.

The phrase "poor brain occlumency" made him think about it. Just as Snape disdained to lie, the other party would not say meaningless words.

"He mentioned brain occlumency..."

While thinking, Ino thought of his disguise at the first time.

In order to survive safely in the fantasy world, pretending to be an innocent and kind child is an indispensable means.

The fantasy world may be unreasonable, or illogical... but it adheres to a principle, or the principle that all fairy tales and folk tales adhere to.

That is, kind children will always be safe and sound, and even if they encounter difficulties on the way, they will turn danger into safety.

Because of this, he has been trying to disguise himself and forcing himself to act harmless.

"This may be just a part..."

Ino shook his head gently. There were still too few known conditions, which made him unable to figure out the reason for a while.

"Forget it! I'll go to the library to find the answer after I enter the school."

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it. After all, there were still many things to do.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

Ino walked out of the second-hand grocery store with a well-behaved face. Not only did he buy second-hand crucibles and glass bottles that looked good at a discount, but he also found out the location of Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Perhaps because he was looking forward to the wand in his heart, he walked very fast along the way.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at his destination, the only wand shop in Diagon Alley and even the entire British Isles: Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The erosion of the years made the sign of this store look a little mottled, and even the gold letters on it fell off a little, but if you look closely, you can still see the written content clearly.

"Olivander: Making fine wands since 382 BC"

Ino stood outside the door, looking at the name that had appeared countless times in books and movies, and at this moment he was a little excited.

"The place where the story started..."

After sighing in his heart, Ino pushed the door open and walked in.

…

After entering the store, Ino found that it was not as spacious as it looked from the outside. The actual usable area was even smaller. Crowded, small, and old became its synonyms.

Although the space was small, the furnishings in the room were full of mystery.

One by one, the wands were placed on the faded purple mat for display. In comparison, more wands were stuffed into long boxes and piled on the old shelves that were almost as high as the ceiling.

Thousands of wands were piled together in an orderly manner, appearing quiet and solemn. At this moment, this place seemed to have become a place forgotten by time.

"Good afternoon! A new face."

Just as Ino looked around, a soft voice came from the side.

An old face, with messy silver-gray shoulder-length hair, but only those eyes were bright and unforgettable.

"Good afternoon, sir." Ino responded politely, and then said, "If possible, I need to buy a wand of my own."

"Of course! The little wizards who come here every summer vacation are all here to find their own wands."

Ino smiled and said nothing about Ollivander secretly replacing "buy" with "find".

"Child, which arm do you usually use to wave the wand?" Ollivander rolled up his sleeves and then picked up the ruler in the corner.

"Right hand, sir!" Ino took the initiative to stretch out his arm to facilitate the other party's measurement, although he never understood the use of these steps.

Seeing that the other party was so cooperative, Ollivander skillfully pulled out the tape measure and began to measure, while not forgetting to promote his wand concept.

"... In fact, many people think that wizards choose wands, but on the contrary, it has always been the wand that chooses wizards."

This time Ino did not choose to remain silent, but took the initiative to take over the topic and said:

"I agree with this, just like the story of the elder mother, in the eyes of some people, they are just trees, but in the eyes of others, they are kind elves."

"Elder mother?" Ollivander stopped his hand and looked at Ino with a puzzled look.

"It's a Muggle fairy tale, sir! The story is very vivid and meaningful."

Seeing Ollivander's curious eyes, Ino did not hide it and began to tell the other party a story from "Andersen's Fairy Tales".

Two years of reading accumulation made him familiar with all kinds of stories and folk customs.

"In that distant ancient times..."

The accident was very simple. It was nothing more than a naughty little boy who broke his leg and refused to drink the bitter elderberry soup, which led to a fantastic journey.

The little boy first saw the elderberry in the bowl grow into a towering tree, and then a green-skinned woman walked out of the tree. In a moment, the boy was sent to the sky by the growing elderberry, and he was so scared that he hugged a branch tightly to avoid falling.

After an unknown period of time, the elderberry stopped growing, and he was sent to a place with pleasant scenery, birds singing and flowers blooming.

The branch he was holding in his arms just now turned into a beautiful girl at this moment, and the boy fell in love with her from the bottom of his heart.

He liked this girl who exuded the fragrance of elderberry all over her body.

The boy boldly expressed his love to the girl. The girl agreed to his request, picked an elderberry flower, put it on the boy's head, and said, "This is your eternal life."

The story is not long. Ino took less than a quarter of an hour to tell the end.

During this period, Mr. Ollivander remained quiet and listened attentively.

However, at the end of the story, a dramatic reversal occurred.

The two got married in the presence of various small animals, lived a peaceful and happy life, and even had a smart child.

Until one day, when their child broke his leg again and had to use elderberry to treat it, the little boy remembered everything and his mother who was still waiting for him at home.

"...After waking up from the dream, he returned to the original place and became the injured little boy again. Looking at the elderberry soup that was still warm in front of him, he did not refuse this time and drank the bitter potion."

As Ino's last word fell, this story with profound meaning came to an end.

After a short silence, Ollivander couldn't help but applaud, and commented excitedly:

"A very exciting story, yes! They are all alive, elder, rowan, applewood, grapevines..."

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