The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 237 The fledgling's cry, a figure in mid-air

Over Brioni Island.

The dragon tamer once again exemplifies the qualities of a wizard.

After Dren joined the battle, the fifteen dragon tamers no longer cared about losses. Powerful magic was unleashed continuously, and within just a few breaths, five Romanian longhorned dragons in the sky lost their ability to fly.

After doing all this, they flew in unison towards the Croatian interior in the east, where they could find help as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Deren looked down and the appearance of the deep blue phoenix put his mind at ease.

Then, without looking back, he pushed the broom with all his might.

……

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!" Ino gently stroked Fide's wings.

The information he received made it clear that in addition to the 12 Ukrainian Ironbelly monsters, there were 23 adult wizards hiding around the island, indicating that the dragon farm had no intention of surviving.

"You'll have to help out later!"

Ino patted Fede on the back again, encouraging him. Since no one was going to leave him a way out, he didn't need to be polite anymore.

As he finished speaking, he activated the power of the Boggarts, and countless plumes of pitch-black smoke rose from below.

His body slowly floated into the sky amidst the intense black smoke.

In mid-air, Ino looked shakily at the colossal creature in the distance.

The Ukrainian Iron Belly, with a body length of nearly 80 feet, is imposing even when it appears alone, let alone when there are 12 of them at this moment.

Even so, he had already come up with a solution.

He gripped the elder wand tightly in his hand, while also subtly adjusting his mindset to make his emotions more detached.

A moment later, a clear, cold voice rang out from the sky.

"The clouds and mist are swirling!" "Winter is coming!"

Dark clouds covered the island, resembling the scene before a storm.

But the next second, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a thick white veil.

In the sky, the snowflakes fell like countless fluttering butterflies.

As the snow fell, a fierce hurricane swept across the island. It seemed to have a life of its own, roaring and howling, sweeping away everything in its path.

The tall trees swayed back and forth in the blizzard; at this moment, they were no longer towering ancient trees, but seemed like helpless blades of grass.

Similarly, fog gradually enveloped the entire island.

At first, it was just a light white mist, but at some point, the color of this white mist gradually deepened.

The thick, ink-like smoke, like a prehistoric behemoth, quickly and completely engulfed the entire island.

A melodious and ethereal chirp rang out.

This was the first time Fied had spoken in this world since his birth, like a fledgling bird's first cry. His voice was ethereal, yet the listener felt as if they were facing endless malice and curses.

Even though Ino was prepared, as the master of the phoenix, he still felt despair in that cry.

But if he's like this, what about the other creatures on the island?

The extreme cold of the blizzard, the pervasive fear of the Boggarts, the desperate cries of the cursed phoenix as it soars through the air…

All of this combined caused both the 12 Ukrainian Iron-Bellied Monsters and the 23 adult wizards guarding the island's perimeter to collapse to the ground, twitching slightly, as if kissed by a Dementor.

"The magic of bloodlines!"

In mid-air, looking at the islands around him that resembled a natural disaster, Ino suddenly understood why Voldemort was willing to abandon his handsome appearance.

Magic power is a direct reflection of a wizard's strength, but magic power cannot represent a wizard.

He possessed magic almost equal to Snape's, but given today's encounter—12 dragons plus 23 adult wizards—it was all in vain.

Even if Snape himself came, he probably wouldn't be able to deliver the results he's getting now.

They captured 23 people alive and saved the fire dragon's life; perhaps the only price was the eight-eyed giant spiders and the dense vegetation on the island.

All of this is due to special bloodline magic: the White Witch's ice and snow, the fearful Boggarts, and the desperate Phoenix.

……

While Ino pondered how to deal with these wizards, faraway Hogwarts was bustling with activity.

Draco generously installed new video mirrors in the auditorium, playing Tom and Jerry stories on a loop from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m.

At the same time, the principal's office was also bustling with activity.

Fudge rushed over immediately after receiving Dumbledore's letter, even though a third-class medal from the Order of Merlin wasn't worth making a big fuss about.

However, he still gave it the utmost attention, not only coming to Hogwarts in person but also bringing along his staff from the Minister's office.

This emphasis did not come from Dumbledore's letter.

We should value those from Malfoy, Flint, Parkinson, Greengrass... or more precisely, from the entire Slytherin.

Although he worked at the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was always fully aware of the changes at Hogwarts.

Neither the gilded mirror nor the profits behind it mattered much to him, as a minister at the pinnacle of power.

However, this mirror became the catalyst for the new generation of pure-blood wizards in Slytherin to unite as one.

This power may not seem like much now, but once they graduate, it will be impossible to ignore in the world.

As a typical politician, Fudge knew very well that some things required a clever entry point.

To be honest, he was delighted for the entire afternoon after receiving Dumbledore's letter.

……

"An exceptionally fine alchemical product," Fudge said confidently as the image in the mirror disappeared.

Upon hearing the minister set the tone, Umbridge was the first among the entourage to react.

"In such an excellent era, there will always be outstanding students, which is of course related to the excellent education at Hogwarts."

As the assistant minister, Umbridge flattered everyone in her affected voice—ministers, students, Hogwarts professors—leaving no one out, and perfectly setting the mood.

Especially the first sentence, "An excellent era," must have come from an excellent minister.

Even though he was often flattered, Fudge would still give a slight smile when faced with such subtle praise.

"I believe this achievement is more than enough to qualify for the Order of Merlin, Third Class, and I will sign my name in the recommender section."

Fudge clearly expressed his opinion, thus bringing the matter to a conclusion.

……

At the same time.

Quidditch training grounds outside the castle.

Although it wasn't the day of the Academy Cup match, there were still many people on the lawn.

"Draco, did I do something wrong?"

Gore spoke with a bewildered expression, while also recalling what had happened during this period, but he didn't seem to have done anything out of line.

Draco remained silent, his expression still cold, like Snape applying a potion.

Goyle felt a little uneasy. For some reason, whenever Draco sat behind the mirror, he was afraid to look him in the eye.

A silence of about ten seconds.

"Gao Er, I've told you more than once, you need to act natural! Understand? Stop looking back at me all the time, do I have words written on my face?"

For nearly two months, Draco devoted most of his attention to filming the story.

The script was readily available: last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and Lockhart's novel. With slight modifications, it would be a great story, and even the lines didn't need to be changed.

Everything should have gone smoothly.

But he overlooked the little wizard's abilities. Not only Goyle, but everyone involved had their own problems. Some were distracted, some forgot their lines, and some even posed in front of the mirror.

"Gor! You only have one last chance! Otherwise, you won't get any more snacks. Now go back and act like an injured villager, and make sure your expression is natural."

Draco let out his final roar.

He was fed up with all sorts of questions. These people didn't understand what natural acting was at all. They had to be affected and pretentious, even their delivery of lines was affected and affected.

Sorry everyone, there are only two photos today.

The company insisted on holding a meeting at noon, which meant Xiao Di had two fewer hours of coding time.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

(End of this chapter)