The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 403 Hermione, a descendant of Snape

As the six-petaled tulip quietly rises.

Similarly, this also heralds the arrival of a new day.

……

The first guest room on the second floor of the tavern.

Ino opened her sleepy eyes and looked up at the alarm clock on the wall. It was 7:30 in the morning, which seemed a bit early.

After setting the time, he didn't plan to wake Hermione, who was lying next to him, since last night had indeed been a bit crazy.

Perhaps it was the failure of the final potion that caused Hermione to erupt into unprecedented madness, resorting to a method that killed a thousand enemies while losing two thousand of her own, to begin venting the resentment in her heart.

The fierce battle continued into the early hours of the morning.

Finally, even some special magic potions were used to settle everything.

Thinking of this, Ino couldn't help but marvel at the wizards' constitution. No wonder they were so keen on Quidditch, which had an extremely high danger level; there was a reason for it.

Although I exhausted myself last night, I also gained a lot.

First, the elixir of immortality, infused with magic stones, was ultimately used as a vitality tonic and shared among everyone.

Of course, that's not all the good news.

After Hermione drank the potion of immortality and felt her vitality restored, she thought of another theoretically feasible way to treat werewolves.

Using diluted elixirs of immortality as a catalyst, the toxicity of the wolfsbane medicine was improved, transforming it from merely suppressing wolfsbane to completely killing it.

In fact, Ino was also a little surprised when he suddenly heard this idea.

It's no wonder they're Snape's students; their tendency to perish at the drop of a hat is truly a family tradition.

Snape treated Harry using toxic therapy, which weakened Harry as well as the Horcruxes.

Hermione is the same; while eliminating wolfsbane, the drug's toxins indiscriminately damage the body's vitality.

Unlike Snape, Hermione found a solution.

The diluted anti-aging potion, if properly adjusted to find a balance, can completely compensate for the damage caused by poison.

That's probably why things didn't settle down until late at night.

After all, with the emergence of new methods, Hermione had no choice but to take a temporary truce in order to avoid losing her inspiration.

……

In the room, I took one last look at the person sleeping soundly beside the bed.

After getting dressed, Ino pushed open the door and left.

With nothing else to do, he decided to go and check out the well in the valley, and also properly place the magic stone there.

Frankly, if Hermione's method really works and can completely eradicate wolfsbane, the amount of anti-aging potion needed would be considerable, even if it were diluted.

As Ino closed the door, Hermione quietly opened her eyes.

She was pretending to be asleep, but there was nothing she could do about it. Although they were already very close, the madness of last night still made her feel a little embarrassed.

Ino noticed that Hermione was pretending to be asleep.

Similarly, this is why he came early in the morning to place the Philosopher's Stone.

No matter how close you are, you should still give each other some personal space.

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In the valley.

Not far from the herb garden, there lies a well with a simple and ancient design.

The wellhead is made of bluestone slabs, which seem to have weathered some storms. There is a little moss on the stone surface, and the edges have become mottled and smooth.

As the morning sun shines down, delicate ripples spread across the surface of the well.

"Blue light!"

At the well, Ino called softly. As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny figure, about two feet tall, appeared beside him.

"Master! What are your orders?" Blue Lantern said with a slight bow.

"Help me place this stone properly at the bottom of the well." Ino spread out her hands, and the crystal-clear magic stone shone brightly.

He didn't intend to do much with the Philosopher's Stone. It was an almost tangible ancient rune, and there was no such thing as running out of magic power.

At the same time.

Blue Lantern bowed slightly again, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

In just a few seconds, the once clear water suddenly became vibrant.

Looking at the bright red well water, Ino reached out her hands and gently scooped some up to her lips.

After drinking it, the vitality and energy in the water were not diminished at all by placing it in the well; it was exactly the same as the water that had been soaking in the cup last night.

The quality of the well water remained unchanged, just as he had guessed. As long as the mystery of the ancient runes remained, there was no need to worry about consumption.

As for the mystery surrounding ancient runes, there's even less to worry about.

To be honest, there are countless stories about rune legends.

Even if one day the entire magical world's memories are wiped clean, it will not have the slightest effect on the Philosopher's Stone.

"Moreover, there are twenty-five runes..."

Looking at the bright red well water, Ino suddenly burst out laughing.

He thought his path in magic had almost come to an end, but now he has found something else interesting.

Just like the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, the other 24 runes were replicated using alchemy.

The valley is different from the outside world, and I imagine that every rune that is replicated will also bloom with its own natural miracle.

……

This is a very interesting thing.

It seems that everything is relative and unified.

In contrast to the tranquility of the valley, the castle, awakened after a night's sleep, appears particularly noisy.

What happened the night before last felt like a real dream; it's over now and truly over.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the second night did not continue.

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The auditorium at eight o'clock in the morning.

Draco sat at the long table, surrounded by noisy discussions, with many people expressing regret and complaints.

But he decisively didn't participate in these complaining chats, and just quietly ate his breakfast.

He has now realized the situation: probably no one knows what the dream from the day before yesterday was all about.

Draco was secretly pleased with this discovery.

It seemed that he was the only one in the entire castle who knew the reason, and he really enjoyed this feeling of being trusted.

"Looks like my workload is going to increase dramatically again today."

The voice in his ear made Draco look up, and what he saw was Colin looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"It's okay, this is the only way to ensure the magazine's continued existence," Draco said nonchalantly.

The workload is heavy, but we can always hire more people. It's better than the magazine becoming a flash in the pan after he graduated.

"I know about the legacy, but today is bound to be busy." Colin yawned as he sat down opposite Draco.

As one of the very few people who could sit at the Slytherin table for breakfast, Corinne was even once sought after by the newly enrolled Gryffindor students.

And this year, there was even a little guy in the first grade who was holding a camera and taking pictures of him.

After a chance encounter after the start of the school year, Colin saw a reflection of his former self in the other person.

Five years ago, he seemed to be the same way, taking pictures everywhere with his camera after the start of the school year, as if he couldn't get enough of everything.

Fate seems to be turning once again.

But this time, the camera used for taking photos changed from the old-fashioned box to a more compact instant camera.

(End of this chapter)