The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 194 The Enchanting Pumpkin Carriage

Inside the auditorium and the pumpkin carriage.

The floating candlelight emitted a warm glow, its light dancing on the walls of the pumpkin carriage and casting dappled shadows.

When the two of them are alone, the pumpkin carriage seems to truly fulfill its purpose; the quiet and cozy little room always has a somewhat romantic atmosphere.

Hermione sat on the other side of the pumpkin carriage, her chin resting on her hands, gazing absently at the person opposite her. Even without talking, just sitting together quietly brought her a long-lost joy and happiness.

Compared to Hersticism, Ino was much more rational at this moment.

Under the light of an old oil lamp, he saw a masterpiece, a complex and intricate design entirely carved with alchemical runes.

Under the oil lamp, the time converter's internal alchemical circuit is perfectly circular, with the outer ring divided into 12 equal scales, making it look like a clock face hanging on the wall at first glance.

At the center of the circle is a smaller, more complex hexagonal magic pattern loop.

When Ino first saw the hexagonal loop, he had a feeling that this was the core of the entire time converter.

The 12 equally divided loops are somewhat similar to coordinates.

At the same time, an image involuntarily surfaced in his mind: the forest tower he had seen from mid-air during his adventure with the Brothers Grimm, with twelve black coffins beneath it.

What's amazing is that it's also a tower related to time, and the magic of time reversal was found in the tower.

"If only we had this oil lamp sooner..."

Ino felt a little regretful.

The oil lamp came too late. This kind of rule-based prop is really useful.

The oil lamp has only one rule: to illuminate illusion and reveal reality. No matter how complex an object is, if it holds a secret, the lamp can uncover its hidden aspects.

Although she felt regret, Ino knew that these things were beyond human control.

Although the fantasy world has changed somewhat in recent years, with fewer fairy tales and folk tales, the essential element of miracles remains the same—no matter how the stories change.

Simple and selfless kindness will eventually be rewarded.

The purer the intention, the greater the reward.

The oil lamp is the best example; otherwise, how could an ordinary peasant woman like Aunt Julia possess such a precious item?

However, considering the shift in story genre, Ino also had some speculations.

It's simply that as I get older, it's no longer appropriate for me to enter into fairy tales.

The most classic example is the story of Narnia.

In the sequel, Peter and Susan were missing from the original cast. The reason was simple: they had grown up and lost their eligibility to enter Narnia.

Of course, this is just speculation.

……

Inside the pumpkin carriage.

Although he was pondering, Ino didn't forget the present moment.

In order to record the valuable information as quickly as possible, he turned to the void beside him and gave the following instructions:

"Fied! Bring me my camera."

"Fidd? Faded and withered?" Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Yes, that's the name I gave Phoenix." Ino nodded, then glanced apologetically at Hermione.

"I'm sorry, but you can't see it. A phoenix born of despair is not suitable to appear in public places. Professor Dumbledore also gave me this advice."

"It's nothing. Not every Gryffindor is full of curiosity." With that, Hermione sat up slightly and leaned back unconsciously.

However, with this unintentional action, a convex and concave curve appeared in Ino's line of sight, but he quickly shifted his gaze somewhat uncomfortably.

The last time I saw Hermione in casual clothes was during summer vacation. I really didn't expect that in just half a year, everything would have changed so much.

Seeing Ino's instinctive averted gaze, Hermione's eyes flashed with delight. Wasn't that precisely why she chose to wear this knitted wool sweater? Just like answering questions in class, one should actively showcase their strengths.

Over the course of three years, although she never joined in the chats in the dormitory, she heard enough every day to understand some things, especially in terms of understanding boys' thoughts.

After all, more than 80% of the topics discussed in girls' dormitories are about boys.

Compared to Hermione's inner monologue, Ino's thoughts were much simpler.

While admiring the nutritional balance of Hogwarts' kitchen, one can also marvel at the genes of the European girls.

at the same time.

Just as the atmosphere was about to descend into an awkward situation, Fied arrived in time to save the day.

A flash of blue light suddenly streaked through the air.

A five-inch instant camera appeared out of nowhere in the pumpkin carriage.

As if she had found a way out, Ino picked up her camera and started taking pictures of the time converter.

At the same time, Hermione looked at the photos on the table and asked her question, "Why take so many photos from the same angle?"

"Can't you see?" Ino suddenly looked up.

"What do you see?" Hermione was a little confused. These photos were close-ups of the Time-Turner, and almost every one of them looked the same.

"That's really unreasonable!" Ino sighed as he looked at the old oil lamp beside him upon hearing Hermione's reply.

He now understood that some things seemed to belong only to one person, just like the harassing fly that Luna mentioned, which could probably only be seen by Luna.

"Are you being unreasonable?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, it's excessively unreasonable, completely illogical," Ino continued, picking up where she left off.

However, he quickly realized that Hermione's tone sounded strange, and he couldn't help but look up.

Those bright brown eyes seemed to be obscured by a sudden gloom.

Hermione gently bit her lip, looking somewhat aggrieved and stubborn.

In fact, Hermione was feeling a little sad. If someone else had called her unreasonable, she would have just arrogantly ignored it, but being called unreasonable by Ino made her feel a pang of sadness.

"Oh, sorry! I wasn't talking about you!" Seeing this, he knew Hermione had misunderstood.

"Remember Flourish and Blotts? Back then, you and Harry couldn't see the 'Invisibility Book' either."

Upon hearing this explanation, Hermione's expression brightened as she realized the meaning of the phrase "unreasonable."

"You mean only you can see it? Even if it's photographed, what I see and what you see are still completely different? That's... that's unreasonable?"

After thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with a suitable adjective, so she could only continue to use "unreasonable".

"I'm afraid that's it!" Ino shrugged, secretly relieved.

That's human nature. Although the slogan is that everyone is equal, everyone hopes to be the most special one.

"Then you're being really unreasonable!" Hermione raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes.

"It's not that I'm being unreasonable, it's just... sigh, whatever! Just pretend I'm being unreasonable."

Ino leaned casually against the pumpkin wall, her tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

That expression seemed to be a silent statement: Do whatever you want, I don't care.

"Haha, now I believe you really are being unreasonable!" Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled.

The fatigue I had been feeling for days due to the time converter seemed to have vanished completely.

(End of this chapter)