The Bard at Hogwarts

In the empty room.

Ino leaned back quietly on the chair, but his thoughts were like the ocean under the storm, with waves rolling and never stopping.

In his mind, he recalled the story of Middle-earth again, from the First Age to the Fourth Age, the Silmaril, the Demon God Goth, the Demon Lord Sauron, the Valar, the Maiar...

One by one, all the stories were carefully considered again.

After a while.

Ino seemed to have come to a conclusion that something must have gone wrong with Ilúvatar, otherwise Goth, as the firstborn, would not dare to do anything wrong, let alone Sauron.

And this is probably the fundamental reason why other Valar and Maiar rarely take the initiative to intervene in Middle-earth.

He came to this conclusion not by random guessing, but by reasoning based on the power of the entire timeline.

It's like a huge lake, the spring has fallen into a deep sleep, and a more powerful fish in it has seized the opportunity to use the small spring of the 'Silmaril' to start a new business.

After it failed, another smaller fish, with the help of the smaller spring of the "Supreme Ring", still wanted to start a new business.

The source of the spring is dormant and the extraordinary is interrupted. This may be the fundamental reason why the power of Middle-earth is getting weaker and weaker.

This may also be the reason why the Valar would rather endure than intervene in the world directly.

After thinking about it, Ino found that the current information was not enough to figure out the so-called truth.

But there are only two ways in front of him. Either ignore Gandalf and go east according to his own plan to the Holy White City Minas Tirith, and wait for the end of the story.

Or accept Gandalf's advice and take part in the adventure to help the dwarves.

The former is safe and secure, while the latter is dangerous but rich in rewards.

What's more rare is that he can use this to see his own miracle more clearly. If he misses this opportunity, God knows how long he will have to wait.

...

In the middle of the night.

Amid the snoring of the dwarves, Ino began to pack his luggage.

White fresh essence, vitality tonic potion, detoxifying fecal stone, and even a small bottle of felicity potion, many commonly used potions were placed in the Muggle mode of his suitcase for easy access at any time.

Similarly, he also tied the strong hemp rope to the flying broom again and carried it on his back like a longbow.

Time passed slowly.

Listening to the familiar movement coming from the courtyard, it was probably the end of Beorn's night patrol.

Ino slowly got up. Since he decided to take the risk, he also had to say goodbye to Beorn in advance.

But as soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Gandalf standing at the door, and the other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"It seems that you have made a choice in your heart!" Gandalf smiled.

"Obviously, I have made a choice!" Ino said calmly:

"Although I am a little indifferent sometimes, your proposal makes me excited. So I decided to participate in this battle, but I have to declare in advance that I can't guarantee how much I can do. I think since you know that I am an outsider, you must be able to see through my disguise."

There is no promise, but it seems that there is also a promise. There was no way. Facing the invitation of Gandalf, the Maia (sub-god), he really couldn't ignore it. After all, this was his territory.

"That's enough, young... little wizard! Because of some things, I have to leave for a while, so I hope you can help the dwarves on this journey through the Mirkwood."

While speaking, Gandalf looked at Ino's luggage calmly. After seeing the broom behind him, he also smiled:

"Although sometimes flexible retreat is important. But sometimes fighting is not just about retreating, so you may need another thing."

A beautifully shaped long sword.

To be honest, the moment the long sword was taken out, Ino clearly felt a sacred breath.

The whole sword is about one meter long, luxurious and elegant. In the dim courtyard before dawn, the blade is carved with complicated runes, and at this moment they are also shining with brilliant light, as if gathering the essence of millions of stars.

Glamdring (Striking Sword) Gandalf's sword is also a magic sword forged by the high elves in the Second Age.

Its previous owner was Turgon, the king of Gondolin, who existed in the First Age and was famous for the hidden city of elves.

Looking at this legendary sword in front of him, it is a sword that surpasses the sword of Gryffindor. If he says he doesn't want it, he must be lying.

Taking the long sword, Ino admired it carefully in his hand for a moment. It was really dazzling and gorgeous, but...

"Sorry! I can't use it. Although I like it very much and even want to greedily take it for myself, I am not the evil dragon, and you need it more than me."

Yesterday, the boss said Xiao Dishui, today there are three chapters~ meow

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