The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 46 Hello, Professor Flitwick

Time always slips away unnoticed.

The day after returning from Narnia.

At dawn, amidst the stirring melodies of an accordion, Ino ended a night of deep sleep.

Playing music on a timer was a method he figured out while exploring the valley. In the last period, when he was bored out of his mind, all he could do was play the accordion, hum tunes, and record audio.

Besides, it's not a good idea to always use Malfoy, this human-shaped alarm clock.

Sitting up in bed, Ino casually took out the class schedule from the bedside drawer.

Slytherin, the first Charms class this morning went very well.

Even though the White Witch called Charms a lowly trick, it didn't diminish his love for Charms at all.

In fact, when he received the magic from the other party, he discovered the problem: the two were not from the same system at all, and they were talking at cross purposes.

The White Witch is closer to the wizards in D&D, a true high-damage, turret-style character. Compared to Hogwarts magic, it leans more towards fairy tales, with fantastical spells and wish-granting transmutations…

One was born to fight, the other to live.

If you really want to be picky, he still prefers the magic at Hogwarts, because ultimately it's all about enjoying life.

In the various novels and biographies I've read, it's hard to understand why the protagonists always go to great lengths to stand atop a mountain peak.

One mountain after another, I kept climbing.

If you spend your whole life toiling away, and in the end you manage to stand on the mountaintop by sheer luck, you've only missed all the scenery along the way.

Just like the story of the fisherman and the rich man.

In this story, there is no right or wrong, or rather, both of them are right.

But Ino still leaned towards the fisherman, just as he leaned towards the magic of Hogwarts.

He is unwilling to interfere with other people's lifestyles, but he can also decide his own lifestyle.

……

The sixth floor of the castle, the Spells classroom.

Professor Flitwick continued to use his humorous and engaging teaching style to explain to the young wizards the origin of the unlocking charm and the standard method of casting it.

He always manages to help students acquire as much knowledge as possible through lively and engaging classes.

Just like the new spell we learned today—the unlocking spell.

During class, Professor Flitwick not only brought a huge padlock that was taller than himself, but also made the young wizards take turns practicing in pairs. The loser would be locked in the corner by the padlock for the entire class.

In this playful learning environment, time often flies by, and the ninety-minute magic lesson ends amidst laughter.

Everyone gradually left the classroom, and Ino also packed up her books. But just as she reached the door, she heard Professor Flitwick's voice behind her.

"Mr. Svenburn! Please wait a moment," Professor Flitwick said, standing on his chair.

"Good day, Professor. Is there anything you need me for?"

Ino had given up on getting special tutoring, but three months later, things took a turn for the better, and Professor Flitwick finally called him back.

"I just want to talk to you, if you have time."

"Of course! It's my honor, Professor," Ino said readily.

Professor Flitwick calls on students for a chat, and no matter what, he can't refuse. Even if the next class is Potions, he will skip the class without hesitation.

"That's good!" Professor Flitwick nodded. "Actually, I noticed a problem from the very first Charms class you took."

"Your magical power far surpasses that of other students in your grade. Although you're a first-year student, you feel like a third-year student. And this time, only a week after the last spell class, your magical power is like that of a fourth-year student."

Professor Flitwick finished speaking in one breath, but it left Ino, who was standing to the side, feeling miserable.

He secretly left the orphanage to avoid his body growing too fast.

But... fate is fickle; he escaped physical harm, but not magic.

Professor Flitwick seemed to see the student's distress and chuckled:

"Everyone should have their own secrets! As a professor, my responsibility is to educate and guide, not to pry into my students' secrets."

After speaking, Professor Flitwick looked up at the door and noticed several small, furtive heads peeking out from outside the classroom.

Having taught at Hogwarts for decades, he knew exactly what that meant, and immediately said calmly:

"Mr. Swinburne! If you're not in a hurry, I'd like to invite you to my office; I have some dancing cakes there."

"Professor, you can call me Ino. As for going to your office, that would be my honor," Ino replied with a smile.

At the same time, he also admired Professor Frivi's wisdom in his heart.

As for those onlookers at the door, they thought they were well hidden, each one concealed in a blind spot, unaware that their shadows had already betrayed them.

When Professor Flitwick suggested going to his office, Ino knew very well that it wasn't to avoid gossip, since a soundproofing spell could perfectly solve the problem, and there was no need to go to such lengths.

The other party is doing this to give him time to adjust... or rather, to let him make up some seemingly reasonable stories so that he won't be caught off guard when they start talking.

If there's a sudden awkward silence, it will be embarrassing for both of us.

……

Charms Department office.

"Try this! Dancing little cake!" Professor Flitwick, like a child showing off a treasure, took out a plate of golden little cakes from the drawer.

In response to the invitation, Ino didn't stand on ceremony and immediately picked one up to try.

However, the taste was beyond his expectations. It wasn't that it was particularly delicious, but rather that he tasted the long-lost flavor of his hometown in the cake.

This isn't the bland, watery soup from the orphanage; it's real stir-frying and deep-frying...

a long time.

Ino slowly swallowed the cake in her mouth, a hint of reluctance and longing flashing in her eyes.

"Professor? This..."

"That's magic!" Professor Flitwick said with a smile. "I baked these little cakes with magic, much better than some people ordering from Honeydukes."

"What is magic in your opinion?"

Faced with Professor Flitwick's question, Ino quickly thought of the standard answer from the original work, which was also the question Mad-Eye Moody had asked.

"Professor, I believe that magic is the quality of the spell cast. For example, when I cast a fire spell, I might only be able to light the firewood in the fireplace, while you could probably burn down a forest with the same spell."

"It's a strange analogy, but your fire spells can do more than just light firewood."

Professor Flitwick said this half-jokingly, then changed the subject and said seriously:

"Magic represents our inner world; it has emotions."

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