The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 161 Disagreements and Dumbledore's Visit

Under the shade of trees in the courtyard.

The blazing flames beat like a fiery heart.

The flames had lost their previous color, the orange-red gradually fading, and the air around them seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, forming subtle ripples.

At the very center of the flame, a bright blue dot quietly emerged, like a lonely star twinkling in the cold night.

Around the dot, tiny blue threads resemble a capillary network delivering nutrients, and the dot is gradually growing larger.

Ino and Newt were both intently watching the flames; the facts before them proved their argument correct.

Ultimately, the flames changed form under the influence of extreme emotion, even though that emotion was negative.

However, just like the previous collisions, everything seemed to follow the most basic rules.

The once beautiful, sky-blue snow dance, now resembles the valiant princess in the story, having shed her heavy armor and donned a beautiful dress.

The once nearly one-meter-long straight knife has now shrunk to two and a half feet, roughly equivalent to being held with one hand instead of two. Its color has also faded to the original metallic hue, the silver blade reflecting a cold, sharp light in the firelight.

The change at the source directly affected the flame in its transformation.

First, the thin blue lines in the flames gradually faded and disappeared. Next, the cluster of blue dots, as if deprived of nourishment, gradually quieted down and stopped twinkling like stars.

The entire ball of flame, contrary to its usual behavior, floated in mid-air, burning quietly.

Time passed by, second by second.

Finally, after confirming that the flames would not change, Newt sighed with a hint of loss:

"It's still a long way off, I can feel it..."

Newt seemed somewhat dejected, as if he hadn't witnessed the birth of the phoenix.

However, compared to Newt's dejection, Ino's emotions were much more complex, including lingering fear, relief, and the joy of regaining what was lost.

Yes, it was lost and then found.

Because he had just thought of a crucial question: what if this flame truly gave birth to a phoenix?

It has nothing to do with Newt, and nothing to do with him either. It's someone else's phoenix, because it's all someone else's emotions from beginning to end.

This phoenix would probably only obey the master of the Dance of Fine Snow, who is the princess in the story who hates because of love.

Although the princess had already committed suicide for love, and her story had come to an end, the hatred remained undeniably real. Because the princess hated not just the prince, but everything in the world, this resentment transformed into a curse that has been passed down through generations.

Perhaps, after this phoenix is ​​born, it will be completely immortal until everything in the world is destroyed and there is nothing left to hate.

A phoenix born of resentment and curses, and free from all constraints...

Thinking of this, Ino couldn't help but shudder, and he also told Newt about his guess.

"Phew! You're right! Thank goodness it never came into being."

After realizing what had happened, Newt let out a long sigh of relief, his words filled with gratitude.

"This is also a problem right now. Although its cause is related to us, the emotions are not under our control. The phoenixes that are born in the future may cause great disasters."

"What did you say?" Ino suddenly raised her voice, asking in a somewhat inexplicable tone:

"Will it hatch, or instead disappear?"

Newt looked up with some confusion, not understanding what was so surprising, but considering the other person's age, he patiently explained.

"The singularity has been born, which means it possesses life. It's like throwing a stone into an absolutely calm sea; although the ripples are small, it will eventually form a violent tsunami. The only difference is time."

"An activation under absolute calm..." Ino murmured to himself.

"Yes, activate!" Newt clapped his hands loudly.

"The most fitting word is 'activation'! Because the original state has been broken, and all that remains is its initial rebirth..."

Newt was still narrating, but Ino was already lost in thought.

The flames that precede the birth of the phoenix theoretically also seem to belong to an unhatched egg...

Since it's an egg, he has nothing to fear. Because once it hatches in the sanctuary, it can be absolutely controlled, just like those eight-eyed giant spiders.

"Mr. Scamander! Leave this fire to me, I can handle everything."

Ino interrupted Newt's conversation.

"You'll handle it?" Newt paused, his expression seemingly agitated.

"My child! Listen to me, this is no small matter! Although I know you are probably reluctant, it absolutely cannot hatch, absolutely! Otherwise, even Dumbledore would be helpless against such a phoenix!"

In his excited state, Newt disregarded all formalities, grabbed Ino's hand, and said sincerely:

"Let this old man handle it. I'll send it to the Department of Mysteries and personally place it behind the veil of death!"

"Sir! I'm confident, please trust me!" Enoch broke free from Newt's grasp and waved his wand: "The suitcase, fly here!"

The room window was opened, and the suitcase flew quickly toward them, automatically opening its latches upon landing.

Then a giant eight-eyed spider, about four meters long, appeared, one, two, three... four hundred and twelve.

moment.

Newt stared in astonishment at the scene before him.

The lawn in the courtyard was densely packed with giant eight-eyed spiders, their ferocious appearance and sharp venomous claws standing there. At this moment, they stood quietly in place, like soldiers obeying orders.

This scene was truly shocking; even Ino was somewhat astonished, let alone Newt.

Who would have thought that a line of eight-eyed giant spiders would be so imposing?

A phrase involuntarily popped into his mind—Zerg invasion!

"Well... alright!" Newt was starting to believe Ino's words, but he still hesitated as he spoke:

"However... I need to write a letter to Dumbledore, I hope you understand!"

Hearing this, Ino felt somewhat helpless; even after all this, she still couldn't persuade Newt.

Just as he was about to run away with the flames, a familiar voice came from the courtyard again.

"Haha, Newt, you don't need to write, because I'm already here!"

Well, now there's no chance to run away! Ino quietly released the wand from her sleeve. No one can be presumptuous in front of the old headmaster, not even Voldemort.

"Fifteen minutes ago, Fox told me that a new phoenix had been born! I immediately thought it was you guys, so I asked Fox to bring me here!"

Dumbledore said with a smile, his azure eyes calmly sweeping over the floating flames in the air, but he did not linger there. Instead, he looked with great interest at the army of eight-eyed spiders opposite him.

"Amazing!" came a soft, seemingly random sigh.

"Ino, you'll definitely become friends with Hagrid! By the way, he'll be a professor of Magical Creatures Protection this year! I recommend you take his class; I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about."

(End of this chapter)