The Bard at Hogwarts

Small classroom in the dormitory.

After hearing Bosde's question, Ino also felt a headache.

He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, just a second-year wizard, but he had the ability to analyze problems like this. It is hard to imagine that these people will continue to do so as they grow up...

Perhaps, there is indeed a reason why the pure-bloods control the Ministry of Magic.

But now is obviously not the time to think about this issue. What he has to do now is to answer Bosde's question.

Because this question has resonated with everyone, looking at the inquiring faces in front of him.

"Ahem... Before answering this question, let me say something else."

Ino cleared his throat. This question was too sharp, but in a short thought, he had already thought of a response.

"Do you know? Among ordinary animals, the only bird that dares to attack an eagle is a crow. They will stand on the eagle's back and peck the eagle's neck."

In order to divert attention and stop dwelling on sharp topics. When he said this, he deliberately used ice and snow to condense an eagle and a crow.

"However, the eagle ignores the crow. It will not waste time and energy fighting with it. Instead, it will spread its wings and fly high. The higher the eagle flies, the more difficult it is for the crow to breathe. In the end, the crow falls to death because it cannot breathe."

At this point, Ino quietly paused for a moment, leaving some time for the few people to think.

"In view of this, I have some suggestions. Why should we waste energy thinking about goblins or the Ministry of Magic? We are here to learn at Hogwarts, so we should try to improve our grades and learn more knowledge, just like the eagle, and fly as high as possible."

"When you reach a certain height, many doubts are no longer doubts, because they will fall down by themselves like crows."

This time, he used the same method as Professor McGonagall to answer, procrastination!

Let's fool them first, maybe they will forget it in a few months.

Although it is obvious that the Ministry of Magic is incompetent, and there is a high probability that a considerable number of people and goblins have secretly reached an agreement and collected those bloody Galleons.

But this matter cannot be said openly at all. Not to mention that he has no evidence and is just speculating, even if there is solid evidence, he dare not say it.

There are too many implications behind this. Even after one or two hundred years, it is still a mine that can be detonated. After being ignited, it is enough to sink the British Isles.

This is much more dangerous than Voldemort's stirring up trouble. If it goes wrong, it will be another goblin rebellion.

If the war is delayed and cannot be stopped in time, it will even affect goblins all over the world. You must know that Gringotts is not only in the UK.

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On the other side, after Ino finished explaining, Bosde wanted to raise new questions, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was stopped by a soft voice beside her.

"Millison, that's enough! Your questions now are like a crup thinking about why a dragon can breathe fire. This is meaningless!" Daphne said softly.

Sometimes, some interesting phenomena cannot be explained, but they really happen.

Just like at this moment, Daphne's weak appearance and soft tone made the tall and strong Bosde shut his mouth immediately.

Ino even saw a trace of fear in Bosde's eyes.

However, as the owner of this room, seeing that the atmosphere in the dormitory was a little awkward, he could only quickly smooth things over.

"Okay, okay! That's all the review content for today. Remember to do the History of Magic homework, which is the homework assigned by Professor Binns!"

...

An hour ago, nine little wizards came to the dormitory, and an hour later, eight little wizards left.

As everyone left, Draco couldn't help but complain:

"She's always asking questions! Next time, let Daphne not take her with her."

"Forget it!" Ino stopped Draco from talking behind her back, and then explained: "Actually, this is a good thing. She can ask questions to prove that she listened carefully. Isn't this the purpose of review?"

"Maybe! But I don't like her." Draco clearly expressed his opinion, but also stopped talking behind her back, and asked:

"Ino, I'm going to the Quidditch training ground later, are you still going?"

"Sorry! Draco. I'm very sleepy and I need to sleep now."

While speaking, Ino quickly walked to sit on his bed, and then put down the thick bed curtains around him, and the whole process was done in one go.

"Are you so sleepy?" Draco murmured as he looked at the thick bed curtains, but then he picked up the flying broom beside him and walked out of the dormitory.

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Shelter.

The path covered with ice and snow.

The reason why he hurriedly lay down on the bed was that after 5 months, the long-lost palpitations came again.

Ino picked up his suitcase, put on his accordion, glanced at the icy flowers that were growing well, and then walked straight to the end of the path.

As for the Frost Python that had grown a circle and seemed to be more agile, he had ignored it and had no time to deal with it at this time.

The road paved with red maple leaves leading to the woodland elves was still surrounded by thick fog.

On the other side, the fork road that was previously filled with thick fog was not only much lighter, but also a country road could be vaguely seen.

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Through the thin smoke.

Ino found himself on a country road. The road was not very wide, only about three or four meters, and various unknown weeds grew on both sides.

At the end of the road, a leisurely town was in sight.

Perhaps it had just rained, and the road here was very muddy.

The ruts left by the carriages were clearly visible, and the ground was also mixed with feces of various animals.

He couldn't help but glance down at his brand new boots, then looked at the town not far away, and reluctantly raised his foot to step into the dark, soft, and unidentified soil.

He walked slowly along the path for about a quarter of an hour.

What came into view was a typical medieval Western town.

The houses here were scattered and mostly built with wood and stone, with thick thatched roofs and hand-woven curtains hanging on the windows, gently fluttering in the breeze.

In the center of the town was an ancient church, which was not large, and only looked like a few dozen square meters.

The outer wall of the church was made of rough stones, and the gaps between the stones were eroded by time and wind and sand, making it look mottled. There were no complicated carvings on the wall, only a few narrow windows, inlaid with a few pieces of colored glass.

However, just this small church made Ino thankful for his caution and for not rashly using magic for fear of dirtying his boots.

You must know that in this typical medieval Western story, magic and wizards are never bright existences.

As he moved, the whole town gradually appeared in front of him. Although the overall scale of this place is not large, it is extremely lively.

Various shops and busy people of all kinds.

The bakery clerk wearing a brown apron, standing in the store kneading dough; the blacksmith with his bare upper body constantly swinging the hammer; the noisy tavern where people can now hear the shouting and yelling on the roadside...

Of course, there are also carriages loaded with goods and caravans being repaired on the open space next to the town.

Looking at the vivid scene in front of him, Ino also understood why the people here ignored him as an outsider after entering the village.

Obviously, this is a typical post town.

It also explains why there are so many ruts and animal feces on the muddy road outside the village.

Post town refers to some towns located on important trade routes. Perhaps there was only a well and a tavern here at the beginning.

But as time goes by, and caravans pass by frequently.

More and more people joined here, and gradually there were tailor shops, blacksmith shops, bakeries, churches, monasteries, etc., and a small village was gradually formed.

And the people living here did not rely on farming to survive, but on serving the caravans to earn money, and then use the money to buy daily necessities from the caravans.

In short, this is a balanced cycle.

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