The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 93 The Bloodline of the Chain Royal Family

Although I have never seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m.

But Ino could describe Hogwarts at six in the morning.

The castle at six o'clock.

The sky was still shrouded in a deep blue-black, and the stars had not yet completely disappeared, twinkling with a faint light.

The castle was not yet fully awake; only a few portraits, accustomed to waking up early, rubbed their sleepy eyes in their frames.

The entire corridor was eerily quiet.

Of course, this isn't absolute. Occasionally, one can hear whispers coming from a distant classroom, or the slightest rustling of magical creatures in some corner.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it the faint scent of grass and trees from the distant Forbidden Forest, as well as a subtle hint of magic.

……

The eighth floor of the castle.

Stand in front of the tapestry in the Room of Requirement.

"I want to enter the town where old John once lived, I want to enter the town where old John once lived..."

To verify his hypothesis, Ino focused on repeating it in his mind while walking back and forth across the wall.

A moment later, when a smooth door appeared on the wall, he pushed it open and went in without any hesitation.

What comes into view is a hazy gray space.

There were no familiar buildings, no town square, not even sky or earth; if it weren't for the solid ground beneath my feet, I would have thought I was in the void.

Push open the door and leave.

I stood before the tapestry once again.

"I want to go into the snow and ice, I want to go into the snow and ice..."

This time, the Room of Requirement did not disappoint him.

Looking at the vast expanse of white ice, Ino couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort.

Take a deep breath, and the cold air rushes into your lungs, yet it carries a refreshing and invigorating feeling.

This feeling seemed to penetrate the body and reach the depths of the heart; it was an indescribable sense of comfort and ease.

The snow crunched underfoot, leaving deep footprints with every step.

At that moment, he felt as if he had become one with this snowy landscape.

A sense of open-mindedness and relaxation that comes from within.

All worries and stress seemed to melt away in the pure snow, and even the soul found unprecedented peace.

Bending down, I casually grabbed a handful of snow and tossed it into the air. The snowflakes transformed into tiny Billywig bugs the moment they fell.

No wand, no spell.

But he knew that this was not a wandless, silent transformation spell; it was merely control over ice and snow.

Just like the natural talent in one's blood, fish are born to adapt to water, birds are born to fly, and he is born to adapt to frost.

……

I wander alone in the snow, without any purpose or desire.

Time passed slowly.

After a while, Ino fell backward, as if she were going to lie down on the snow to rest.

However, just three feet from the ground, a high-backed chair made of solidified ice suddenly rose up and steadily supported his falling body.

"That saves us the trouble of buying furniture!"

With a soft chuckle, Ino leaned back in her chair, one hand supporting her chin, the other gently tapping the icy armrest.

After a brief moment of relaxation, he calmed down and reflected on what had just happened.

It is clear that the Room of Requirement cannot bring to life the scenes of a fantasy story.

Just now, in order to avoid some unknown troubles, he deliberately chose short stories and scenes in a unit format.

Even so, the Room of Requirement still could not be realized.

This inevitably led him to ponder whether stories are truly two parallel lines that never intersect.

Or is it like in "Elder Mother," where everything is just a dream?

……

"I can't think about it anymore..."

She murmured softly, and at the same time, Ino opened her arms.

Soon, a handful of snow appeared in her hand, which she then covered her face as if she were washing up in the bathroom.

He felt he must have gone mad just now.

In a world of magic, in the Room of Requirement, they dared to contemplate philosophy, to ponder reality and the negation of existence.

This is probably because they're tired of living too comfortably and are simply looking for excitement.

Time passed slowly.

Ino sat quietly in the high-backed chair, with bits of snow still clinging to her cheeks.

"I need to go back and water the flowers!"

As if giving himself a reason to leave, he decisively stood up and walked towards the door.

This trip has been incredibly fruitful; not only have I witnessed the Room of Requirement, but I've also quietly confirmed my inner suspicions.

At the same time, the near-spiritual baptism he had just experienced had also brought his control over ice and snow to a new level, making him seem capable of casting ice and snow magic independently without his wand.

Now that we have gained something, staying any longer would be greedy.

Of course, this is only the stated reason. After all, deep down, he had already developed a faint fear of the Room of Requirement.

I feel that if I stay here any longer, I will inevitably start thinking, but thinking is often a dangerous thing.

Thinking in places where wishes are granted and requests are always fulfilled is extremely dangerous.

……

Eighth floor corridor.

In fact, all the little wizards in the castle knew that moving staircases were often the most unpredictable things.

Because if you're not careful, you might not only waste time, but also end up doing the opposite of what you intended.

"How about turning it into an ice slide..."

Going up the mountain is easy, but coming down is hard. Standing at the top of the stairs, Ino murmured as she looked down.

Crossing the castle, which roughly means going from the eighth floor to the Slytherin common room, is a journey that truly allowed the young wizard to measure the height of the castle on foot.

Through the dusty windows of the corridor, the sky outside was still a hazy gray-blue, and the entire castle seemed not yet to have awakened from its slumber.

Just as he was planning to take advantage of the quiet morning to quickly slide down the slide, a series of steady and powerful footsteps came from behind him.

"Thump! Thump!"

Since there were people around, Ino didn't plan to turn the slide into a slide anymore. Although a whole school year had passed, he knew that if that vengeful Filch saw it, he would probably face endless nagging and cold looks.

Slowly turning around, one could see an old man in a moon-white robe and a light blue nightcap on his head.

Such a novel and playful outfit is unique in the entire Hogwarts, making it an unparalleled sight in the castle.

Good morning, Professor Dumbledore.

Since Ino had seen him, he took the initiative to greet him.

"Good morning, Ino." Dumbledore smiled, raised his hand, and straightened his nightcap, which had been tilted to one side. "It seems you've just had something quite interesting happen?"

"Interesting? Maybe. Don't you know this house?" Ino turned to look at the tapestry hanging in the hallway.

"Come and go! Isn't that amazing? But that's not what I'm talking about."

A glint of wisdom flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he pointed to the smooth wall, which then transformed into a six-foot-tall dressing mirror.

Looking in the mirror, Ino was also shocked to discover the problem.

His appearance remained unchanged; he was still handsome. However, his hair color and eyes had undergone subtle adjustments in the reflection of the full-length mirror.

First, the amber pupils faded, like an illustration drawn on paper by a nearly dried-up watercolor pen.

Secondly, there was a change in his hair. His dark black short hair reflected a faint blue light under the candlelight. Although the light was so faint that it was hard to notice, a change was still a change.

Soon, Ino realized that everything comes at a price.

Clearly, the aftereffects of the sudden increase in control over ice and snow in the Room of Requirement have also appeared.

His hair color and pupils seem to be gradually approaching those of the White Witch, characteristics of the royal bloodline of the Chaen family from another world.

Of course, other reasons cannot be ruled out, but this is the most plausible explanation.

Then he thought of his performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts class a few days ago.

Looking back, it seems that my personality has been influenced by my bloodline without me even realizing it.

Now, upon closer reflection, he has also noticed many differences. Since the start of the school year, subtle changes have occurred in his words and actions.

If the same thing happened in the first year of school, let alone if the Billywig bug didn't sting anyone, even if it stung so badly in the classroom that people screamed and cried out.

At most, he would quietly unleash his magic and then hide to protect himself; there was no way he would openly freeze the entire classroom.

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