The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Malfoy, caught in the crossfire

Leave the Potions Department office.

Upon returning to her Slytherin dorm, Ino received an unusually enthusiastic "welcome." The common room was a vast expanse of green, clearly filled with people who had come to watch the spectacle.

After all, there are very few novel things happening in the castle, and sometimes nothing interesting can happen for a week or two.

Unlike today, a freshman was frozen stiff at the dormitory entrance and sent to the school hospital. The injured person was the only son of the Malfoy family, who is quite famous in the wizarding world. Such shocking news would not happen even once in a whole school year.

All of this makes it hard for the little snakes not to join in the fun.

Looking at the figures of all sizes filling the room, and the eager and inquisitive eyes they held, Ino felt an urge to tell stories to children in the square.

Most people might be intimidated by this spectacle, but for the bard, it was nothing. He had performed on the grand stage of the Royal Theatre with his teacher Hans, and this was just a small throng.

Looking around, Ino bowed slightly to the crowd.

"First of all, I am very sorry that this accident has disturbed everyone's rest time."

He never denies that he is wrong.

Therefore, Ino immediately defined the nature of his actions.

However, he hadn't forgotten what those prefects and upperclassmen had done after Malfoy's accident.

They not only pulled out their wands, but were also filled with righteous indignation.

If they were in a different place or environment, those people would probably have already made their move.

He made a mistake, but he didn't run away! He didn't even take his wand. Was it really necessary to make such a big show of it like an Auror treating a criminal? Who was he trying to impress?

Even before yesterday, he would have chosen to keep quiet and let things slide.

But today, perhaps because he spent the whole afternoon trying to get into the mood, or perhaps because he was constantly imitating the White Witch, he simply didn't want to indulge those people anymore, he really didn't.

Ino turned her gaze to the group of senior wizards from before, and then slowly began to speak:

"I want to say that this whole thing is a tragedy from beginning to end, because someone got hurt because of it. Of course, if anyone is still interested, or wants to know more, they are welcome to come to me anytime, anywhere—the Forbidden Forest, the corridors, the Quidditch pitch, anywhere—and I will give them a detailed explanation of what happened."

"Now, I'm going to rest. Goodnight everyone!"

Ignoring everyone's expressions, Ino turned and left after speaking, heading straight for her dormitory.

Similarly, he was completely unaware of the storm his actions would cause in Slytherin.

Even if they knew, they probably wouldn't care. After all, if you wear a mask for too long and don't take it off in time, it really will become a part of your face.

……

Back in the dorm.

Looking at the perfectly preserved furnishings around them, they guessed that this was thanks to the castle's house-elves.

He wasn't particularly interested in house-elves, mainly because he wasn't used to having someone hiding in his house, and besides, Dobby's potential betrayal in the future made him wary.

Many things happen in pairs. As long as one case occurs, it proves that house-elves are not absolutely loyal and reliable. For someone who has a secret, the servant's ability is secondary, and loyalty and reliability are the most important.

Looking at the neat bed in front of her, Ino leaped up and landed precisely on the soft mattress.

"Mrs. Weasley takes care of nine people plus a ghoul, and she doesn't seem too tired. With household magic, what's there to be afraid of in housework..."

While thinking this, he waved his wand and extinguished the candlestick.

He's been through so much today, and he desperately needs a deep sleep to soothe his exhaustion.

……

The dormitory fell silent.

However, the wind had only just begun to blow through the entire castle.

There are no secrets at Hogwarts, and that's absolutely true.

In this closed campus circle of hundreds or thousands of people, people can always share information.

Tonight, the owls are destined to be busy, for they are already soaring over the castle.

Of course, many long-unused two-way mirrors finally came in handy at this moment.

Gryffindor Common Room.

Ron pretended to be sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, but his perked-up ears had already given him away.

If Mrs. Weasley were here, she would be speechless with astonishment, finding it hard to believe that her youngest son could be so engrossed.

After a while.

As if he had received all the messages, Ron threw down the newspaper and quickly headed towards his dormitory.

With a loud bang, Ron pushed open the dormitory door.

"Harry! Harry! Fantastic news! Malfoy has been knocked out in his dormitory and taken to Madam Pomfrey's. They say he won't live past tonight! Old Malfoy is devastated. The professors are currently discussing contacting St. Mungo's Hospital..."

Ron talked as he walked, his loud voice echoing throughout the dormitory. Even Neville, who was already asleep, sat up in bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked at the scene in front of him with a confused expression.

"Harry! Listen to me..."

Although he was calling out Harry's name, Ron's eyes were unconsciously looking at the other beds, after Neville, Seamus, Andy and the others had successively lifted the bed curtains.

At that moment, Ron was like an old scholar standing on a podium, preparing to deliver his academic report.

"Ahem... Listen to me, Malfoy was attacked just now, and the culprit is that guy I mentioned before, his name is either Ino or Ian, anyway, it's him. Apparently, when Malfoy was found, he was frozen solid..."

Compared to the curiosity of the others, Neville looked remorseful. At this moment, he felt that it was because of him that Ino attacked Malfoy.

"You have no idea how terrifying it was! And who knows what kind of dark magic he was researching in his dormitory? It's said that when he opened the door, countless vengeful spirits and ghosts poured out, plunging the entire Slytherin common room into a bitter winter..."

Perhaps he was too engrossed in his speech, because at this point, Ron unconsciously shuddered and subconsciously looked around.

However, upon seeing the focused eyes in the dormitory, the slight fear I had felt earlier vanished.

"Ahem... You wouldn't believe it, the old bat was terrified. If Headmaster Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time, the entire Slytherin might have been wiped out..."

Ron unleashed his imagination, and the story took increasingly outrageous turns.

While the others listened to the story, Harry summarized a few useful pieces of information.

First of all, Malfoy is indeed injured or hospitalized, which is undoubtedly good news for him. At least for the time being, he doesn't have to worry about Hagrid being captured for raising dragons.

The only uncertainty now is the severity of Malfoy's injuries and how long he will need to stay in the university hospital. This is crucial because it directly impacts their plans to send Norbert away.

As for Ron's claims that he was dead or wouldn't live past tonight, Harry didn't believe a word of it.

After several months of getting to know each other, we have become close friends.

But he gradually discovered Ron's temperament; often eight out of ten of his statements were rumors, and even the one or two truthful statements required careful screening.

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