The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 75: The Adventure Begins, The High Elves' Sword Forging (Edited)

In an empty room.

Ino leaned back quietly in her chair, but her thoughts were like the ocean under a storm, with waves churning endlessly.

In his mind, the story of Middle-earth flashed through his mind again, from the First Age to the Fourth Age, the Silmaril, the Demon God Goth, the Dark Lord Sauron, the Valar, the Maiar...

Each and every single incident was meticulously examined once again.

After a while.

Ino seemed to have come to the same conclusion: something must have gone wrong with Ilúvatar, otherwise Gos, as the firstborn son, wouldn't have dared to act recklessly, let alone Sauron.

This is probably the fundamental reason why other Valar and Maiar rarely take the initiative to intervene in Middle-earth.

This conclusion was not based on random guessing, but on careful consideration of the entire timeline.

It's like a vast lake where the spring has fallen into slumber, and a powerful fish within it, seizing the opportunity, uses the Silmarillion, a small spring, to start its own business.

After its failure, another, smaller fish, relying on the even smaller wellspring of the One Ring, still wanted to start afresh.

The dormancy of the Source and the interruption of the Transcendental may be the fundamental reason why the power of Middle-earth has declined with each generation.

This may also be why the Vera prefer to remain silent rather than directly intervene in the world.

After much thought and reflection, Ino realized that the information available was insufficient to deduce the truth.

But he now only has two paths before him: either ignore Gandalf, follow his own plan and head east to the White City of Minas Tirith, and wait patiently for the story to end.

Alternatively, you could accept Gandalf's advice and join the adventure to help the dwarves.

There are two paths: the former is safe and secure, while the latter, though dangerous, offers greater rewards.

What's even more remarkable is that this opportunity allows him to see his own miracle more clearly; if he misses this chance, who knows how long he'll have to wait?

……

Late at night.

Amidst the snoring of the dwarves, Ino began packing his belongings.

White Dew Essence, Vitality Tonic, Detoxifying Fecal Stones, and even a small bottle of Felix Felicis—many commonly used potions were kept in the Muggle mode of his briefcase for easy access at any time.

Similarly, he re-tied the flying broom with a sturdy hemp rope and carried it on his back like a longbow.

Time passed slowly.

Hearing the familiar sounds coming from the courtyard, it was probably the end of Bion's night patrol.

Ino slowly stood up. Now that he had decided to take the adventure, he wanted to say goodbye to Bion in advance.

But as soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw Gandalf standing at the door, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"It seems you've already made your choice!" Gandalf smiled.

"Obviously, I have a choice!" Ino said calmly.

"Although I can be a bit cold at times, your proposal has appealed to me. So I've decided to join this battle, but let me make one thing clear beforehand: I can't guarantee how much I can do. I think since you know I'm an outsider, you can probably see through my disguise."

There was no promise, but it seemed like a promise. He couldn't very well ignore Gandalf's invitation, a Maiar (a lesser god), since this was Gandalf's territory.

"That's enough, young...little wizard! I have to leave for a while because of some things, so I hope you can help the dwarves on this journey through Mirkwood."

As they spoke, Gandalf discreetly observed Ino's belongings, and upon noticing the broom behind him, he chuckled:

"While a flexible retreat is sometimes important, combat isn't always just about retreating, so you might need something else."

A beautifully crafted longsword.

To be honest, the moment the longsword was drawn, Ino clearly felt a sacred aura.

The entire sword is over a meter long, magnificent and elegant. In the dim courtyard before dawn, the intricate runes carved on the blade now shimmer with a dazzling light, as if they were the essence of millions of stars.

Gandalf's sword, the Glandring, was also a magical sword forged by the High Elves during the Second Age.

Its previous owner was Turgon, the king of Gondolin, the renowned hidden city of the elves, who existed in the First Age.

Looking at this legendary sword before me, a sword that surpasses even the Sword of Gryffindor, it would be a lie to say I didn't want it.

Taking the longsword, Ino admired it carefully for a moment; it was truly dazzling and magnificent, however…

"Sorry! I don't need it. Although I like it very much, and even want to greedily possess it, I am not that dragon, and you need it more than I do."

Yesterday the big shot said Xiao Di was being lazy, and today there are three chapters! Meow!

At last……

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(End of this chapter)