The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Humans Discovered in the Forest

"Frozen to death? So you blame the cold? If it weren't for her irresponsible father and that scoundrel of an uncle, would she have died?"

……

The White Witch sat in the main seat, her voice colder than ever before, devoid of any emotion.

Even under this chilling sound, glistening snowflakes instantly began to fall throughout the entire hall and even the vast plains surrounding the castle.

One's mood alone can influence changes in celestial phenomena.

The White Witch, who single-handedly froze the entire continent of Narnia, finally revealed a glimpse of herself at this moment.

Seeing this, Ino understood.

Perhaps when they met before, during that magical clash, they really did throw out seven dollars.

……

at the same time.

As time went by, the glistening snowflakes in the air began to merge with the fierce hurricane.

As the blizzard loomed, Ino regretted telling the White Witch the tragic story.

I thought that the White Witch, being the villain, would enjoy these stories that combined ice and snow elements with a tragic tone.

Who would have thought the other person would be so emotional, getting so angry over a story?

The situation remained deadlocked for about ten seconds.

As a blizzard was about to form, the White Witch's voice came from the Great Hall again.

"Don't tell me these kinds of stories again! I'll let it slide this time."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire auditorium suddenly became calm and quiet.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

Hiding behind the giant statue, Ino listened to the crisp sound of high heels on the ground and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"I should have told the story of the prince and princess's love..."

With a soft sigh, he stood up and began searching for his briefcase in the auditorium, which had been ravaged by the hurricane earlier.

……

A few minutes later, the White Witch was completely gone.

The dwarf squad arrived at the scene as promised, carrying various cleaning tools: brooms, buckets, mops...

Watching the cleanup work being done so smoothly, it was clear that the dwarves had been prepared and seemed to know their queen's temper very well.

Ignoring the busy dwarves, Ino picked up her suitcase and slowly walked out of the hall.

Outside the auditorium.

"Dear guest, where are you headed?"

He had barely left the auditorium and taken a few steps when a dwarf blocked his way.

Looking down, he realized that the other person was the White Witch's coachman from before, whose name was Simon or something, anyway, he was a semi-acquaintance.

"Having attended His Majesty's banquet, it's time to leave now," Ino said, half-squatting down and looking directly at the dwarf in front of him.

"Oh no! You may have misunderstood. In Narnia, you can't go anywhere without the Queen's permission. If you're tired, I'll take you to your room to rest now."

The dwarf used the most polite language to speak the most assertive words.

Listen to this... how is this any different from disguised imprisonment, and yet it's done with utmost politeness.

"What if I insist on leaving?" Ino said calmly.

However, before the dwarf could reply, he changed the subject again.

"Okay, I was just kidding! I haven't had enough of admiring this beautiful palace and castle yet. Take me to my room to rest."

After saying that, Ino felt the sudden chill in the air gradually return to normal.

Even though he had countless questions in his heart, he could only accept the dwarf's offer with a smile.

……

Guest rooms in the castle.

It was a room that wasn't luxurious, but it was quite standard, with all the necessary furniture and tables.

After confirming that he would not be disturbed, Ino reached into the inner pocket, paused for a moment, and then took out an antique-looking die a few seconds later.

Things happened so suddenly today. From scaring away the goat man at the streetlight to encountering the White Witch, he had no time to think at all.

Now that I've calmed down and thought about it, perhaps... it was wrong from the very beginning.

If he hadn't pulled out his wand and scared the goat-man away, he'd probably be visiting the beaver couple's tree hollow right now.

"Sigh... It's always like this lately! A comfortable life is really a slow poison."

Unlike the villages and towns of the past, Ino knew very well that in an epic story like Narnia, the probability of encountering danger increased exponentially.

Although the White Witch arc is generally a fairy tale, a large-scale war still occurs, even though few people on the side of justice die in the end.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to the dice in his hand.

"I will not be in danger in Narnia, I will not be in danger in Narnia..."

A faint murmur filled the room.

……

A peaceful life often makes people forget the existence of time.

But it is real, and when people come to their senses, they find that a long time has passed in the blink of an eye.

It was a sunny morning.

Castle Gardens... well, perhaps it used to be a garden, but now the entire continent is covered in ice and snow, and there's nothing else to see here except for a single ice-blue rose.

Ino sat in the garden, and opposite him was the White Witch in a long dress and a golden crown.

"...Just then, the prince suddenly awoke and recognized his true bride. 'Come, I'll take you home.' he said, taking the girl's hand and leading her into the carriage. The carriage sped towards the castle like the wind, and the bright windows were already in the distance..."

As the story drew to a close, the accordion playing nearby began to play a soft and beautiful melody.

At this moment, the chanting and music blended perfectly, as if one were on the coast of a midsummer night, quietly enjoying the sea breeze blowing from afar and listening to the ocean's lament.

however.

It seems that the purpose of all beautiful things is to be destroyed.

Not far away, a huge black shadow was rushing towards the garden, kicking up snow wherever it went.

Upon discovering this, Ino immediately stopped playing the accordion and stood aside without saying a word.

The shadowy figure seemed to move very fast, arriving in front of the garden in no time.

It was a huge wolf, with a body the size of a calf and sharp canine teeth, which inspired fear in those who saw it.

The giant wolf lay panting in front of the garden, its enormous head bowed, looking as respectful as could be.

"Your Majesty, the Great Queen of Narnia! My subordinates have discovered traces of humans in the jungle..."

……

The White Witch left, and the garden returned to its usual tranquility.

"The story is finally about to begin..."

Ino looked up at the gray-blue sky. Unbeknownst to him, he had lived in this ice and snow castle for more than three months.

During this time, in addition to enjoying all kinds of delicious food, they also gained a great deal of freedom. Whether it was wandering around the castle or practicing magic alone, the White Witch tacitly allowed it all.

All he had to do was tell one romantic and dramatic love story every day.

Yes, it was romantic and full of twists and turns.

After two months of getting to know her, Ino had figured out the White Witch's temperament; she was definitely a cultured young woman.

To put it simply, I like love stories with perfect endings but arduous journeys.

But this didn't stump him. As a qualified bard, adapting stories was just basic stuff for him.

All you have to do is take stories like Romeo and the Butterfly Lovers, change the names of the main characters, change the historical context, and then embellish and retell them.

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