The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 195 New Discoveries in the Library

The third-year Halloween dinner ended in a joyful atmosphere.

There were no Dementors, no ominous black dog, and no slashed portraits; everything was so orderly.

Although the dinner party lasted until midnight, Ino still managed to get back to her dorm room by 11 p.m.

Pushing open the door, I saw Draco sitting in a chair with a conflicted expression.

"You really dated that rabbit... that Granger? Oh my god! Pansy will kill her."

Hearing these nonsensical words, Ino walked speechlessly toward the bed.

"Don't ignore me! I'm serious, you have no idea how terrifying a witch can be when she goes mad!"

As if recalling some terrifying scene, Draco's shoulders trembled slightly.

"How come you've become just like Ron Weasley, always gossiping?"

Ino frowned slightly, then thought that Draco didn't seem to be the kind of person who spoke without reason.

"Since you're so curious, I'll tell you. First, I haven't been in a relationship with anyone. Even if I really wanted to, it would be after fifth grade. I have no right to make decisions for either Pansy or Hermione. Affection and love are two different things."

After removing his outer robe, Ino leaned against the headboard and explained things to Draco in a clear and logical manner.

He knew very well that the fondness and vague affection he felt during his school years were just a common ailment of adolescence. These feelings were like a summer downpour, coming and going quickly.

After graduation, each of us will have our own jobs and lives. Even the unforgettable "white moonlight" will only become a memory during an afternoon nap, a kind of longing, a kind of yearning.

Seeing Draco suddenly fall silent, Ino didn't say anything more either; many things really do need time to be refined.

……

At the same time.

The atmosphere in the Slytherin girls' dormitory was somewhat oppressive.

Daphne, unlike her usual playful self, sat expressionlessly on a chair to the side.

"Are you just going to let her provoke you like this?"

"Then what do you expect me to do? I told you, this is Hogwarts!" Pansy raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged as she looked at the table where a beautiful weather crystal ball sat.

"During the holidays we can..."

"Stop!" Pansy snapped decisively. "Anything is fine, except this! This is a dead end. Ino isn't stupid; Draco has practically laid everything out for him."

"If something really happens, regardless of whether it's me or not, I'll be the prime suspect!"

"Incompetent and constantly causing trouble..." Daphne gritted her teeth and said with displeasure.

"Incompetent?" Pansy suddenly laughed, a hint of something unreadable in her smile. "The Malfoy family has never had anyone incompetent. They can only be judged by luck, not ability."

Pansy knew very well that if one were to rank people in Slytherin, or even the entire Hogwarts, Draco would undoubtedly be the one with the best relationship with Ino.

"So we're just going to leave it at that?" Daphne said, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

This time, Pansy didn't answer directly, but instead looked at Daphne with a strange gaze.

"What are you doing!" Daphne felt uncomfortable under that gaze, as if her secret had been exposed.

"It's nothing." Pansy shook her head gently, naturally turning her gaze to the Daily Prophet lying on the floor.

The headline on the front page was: Lightwheel Corporation launches its latest broomstick, Firebolt. Its sleek lines and powerful specifications were captivating, even for someone who doesn't play Quidditch much.

But whether it's the attraction or the liking, very few people can actually afford to buy fire crossbow bolts.

There are some things she doesn't care about having one more competitor.

After all, there are plenty of people eagerly waiting outside the Quidditch boutique window, but only the person who buys it can ride the broomstick.

……

Time flies.

Always unhurried and unhurried.

Three days after the Halloween dinner.

After finishing her only spells class of the morning, Ino went to the library instead.

He now has a feeling that he has become a veritable scanner, reading many books without thinking, seeking only to accumulate knowledge without understanding.

After reading, wear the crown once a month and use the magic version of intelligent AI to organize and comprehend this knowledge.

The power of the Ravenclaw tiara seems somewhat unexpected; the rumors that wearing it grants wisdom are not an exaggeration at all.

However, what he cared about more was the person who created the crown, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw.

What kind of extraordinary wisdom could create such powerful alchemical artifacts? It's like reading and learning; being able to fully understand something is a form of intelligence.

However, being able to make others understand what you understand transcends the realm of mere intelligence and becomes a skill in itself.

As her thoughts drifted, Ino shook her head, forcing her attention back to the present moment.

On a table in the library's reading area lay a book half an inch thick—"The Framework of Alchemy."

This book was brought down from the air by Lina using spider silk and wires; he had initially thought it was a basic, applied book.

But as you turn the pages, you discover the differences.

This book has been modified; the cover and title were added later.

Unlike ordinary covers, the pages inside looked much older. If it weren't for the protection of magic, Ino had no doubt that simply turning the pages would have shattered it into pieces.

Similarly, the contents of the book also surprised him.

The notebook, only half an inch thick, contains more than a dozen different handwriting styles, some messy and some neat. It contains both supplements and corrections to those who came before, as well as arrogant and condescending views of those who came after.

This appears to be a book passed down through generations, with its annotations serving as the strongest evidence.

Ino was very interested in these annotations because they read like time capsules, like the one in front of him:

"Younger generations, do not believe anything my grandfather wrote. His brain was kissed by a five-legged monster, which is why he wrote such nonsense."

The romance of traveling through time, conversing with future generations across time—this seems to be a unique sentiment of those long-standing families.

Enjoying the same pleasure as browsing the comments section, Ino chuckled and turned to the next page.

The smile on his face disappeared quickly.

Because one of them wrote his name in the annotation: Phineas Gaunt.

Ino knew this family, which was central to the entire story, all too well.

House Gaunt is a typical Slytherin family, and also the family of Voldemort's mother.

This family, which exudes legend and mystery from top to bottom, has its inherited notes simply collected in the Hogwarts Library.

At this moment, Ino couldn't help but sigh that letting Lina roam freely in the restricted book area was a very wise move.

The reward came so quickly.

The third episode of the Didi Evening News will be broadcast in about half an hour. We're still wrapping things up and doing some research.

(End of this chapter)