The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 95 Quidditch? I'm a Professional Cheerleader

Before we knew it, it was already getting light.

The first rays of morning sunlight slowly pierced through the thick clouds, like carefully polished gold threads, gently yet firmly penetrating the gaps in the curtains of the room.

Sunlight casts dappled shadows on the curtains.

As the curtains swayed gently, the light and shadow danced on the wall, like a group of dancing moon-obsessed beasts.

On the large desk, a variety of English breakfasts were neatly arranged, emitting an enticing aroma.

A golden-brown fried egg lay quietly on the plate, its edges slightly curled, radiating an enticing warmth. Beside it was a plate of perfectly toasted bread, its surface slightly browned and exuding a rich aroma of wheat.

A pot of hot tea is steaming, its aroma filling the air, mingling with the scents of breakfast to create a unique morning atmosphere.

A small dish of jam sits beside the teacup, the vibrant red berries contrasting beautifully with the deep blueberries, adding a touch of brightness to this breakfast.

A plate of freshly cut fruit sat on the corner of the table; the glistening grapes, rosy apples, and golden bananas looked especially tempting in the morning light.

The entire office appeared peaceful and cozy in the morning sunlight.

Ino picked up the teacup and gently tapped the white rim of the cup with her right index finger. In the blink of an eye, the scalding hot black tea became mild.

After finishing his tea in one gulp, he spontaneously remarked:

"I prefer jasmine tea to black tea, its bittersweet flavor."

Even after living here for over ten years, he still doesn't like adding honey to black tea, even though it makes the taste richer and smoother. He just doesn't like it.

"A very useful spell; some impatient people would probably like it," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Ino put down his teacup and said, half-jokingly:

"Then they are destined to be disappointed, because just as many people love the phoenix, the phoenix only loves the Dumbledore family."

He deliberately cooled the black tea, even though Dumbledore never mentioned freezing the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom or the change in hair and pupil color.

There are some things Dumbledore can choose not to mention, but he cannot pretend they didn't happen.

Therefore, he was also using a joke to show that ice magic is a talent, just as the Dumbledore family was favored by the phoenix.

Attributing all of this to bloodline reduces public attention; any curious person would only look up the Svenbourne surname.

Sure enough, Dumbledore nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

"Yes, some people are destined to be disappointed! Because the secrets of magic have never been fully understood by anyone, not even Merlin. Just like Miss Tonks a few years ago, no one expected her to be Disguise Magus, and when she woke up, her hair had turned purple..."

Listening to Dumbledore reminiscing about the past, Ino suddenly realized how comfortable it was to chat with a smart person.

At the same time, he grew to like Dumbledore's way of doing things more and more, solving problems quietly and even thinking of a way out and an excuse.

Disguise Magus, a talent that allows one to change their appearance at will without the need for Compound Elixir, is both practical and magical, making them natural-born Auror material.

Dumbledore's mention of Tonks was also a silent hint, telling him that there was no need to worry too much about the slight changes in his appearance, after all, there were precedents to follow.

……

Time always slips away silently.

At 8:30 a.m., after having breakfast, Ino left the principal's office.

This exchange with Dumbledore was very successful.

He not only expressed his inner desires, putting the old headmaster at ease, but also shifted the other party's attention back to Harry.

Because, before leaving, he quietly mentioned that Harry also possessed a faint air of evil and allure, much like that notebook, though Harry's was much less pronounced.

Stroll along the bluestone-paved corridor on the eighth floor.

Although it was the weekend, many students were still passing by after daybreak, which dispelled his idea of ​​being lazy in making the slide.

I obediently followed the movable staircase, going down floor by floor.

This morning, one thing after another happened, so it's rare for me to have a moment to calm down and think things through.

The bloodline is real; Dumbledore wasn't lying about that.

But the only thing that puzzled him was the change in himself.

Is it because of the special nature of the Room of Requirement, or is it the result of not suppressing one's personality during this period of time?

With this question in mind, Ino slowly walked into the Slytherin common room.

……

Gently turn the handle on the dormitory door, and the door slowly opens.

Surprisingly, Draco woke up very early this weekend morning.

On weekdays, I always sleep in until late morning on weekends.

But today, Draco was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the round table in the dormitory with clear vision.

On the round table were seven long, thin packages, all carefully bound tightly with kraft paper.

Ino glanced at the dormitory alarm clock; the hands had just pointed to 9 o'clock. There was no doubt that Draco had woken up early for the first time ever.

"Did you rob the Quidditch boutique? Sitting here daydreaming? Are you contemplating whether you should go and turn yourself in to the Aurors?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Draco jolted awake, then turned around with a look of delight.

"You're back. I've been waiting for you. 7 brooms, Nimbus 2001."

Draco proudly pointed to the package on the round table and said.

"Ino, wanna play Quidditch? Pick a spot, I'll talk to Flint, it'll be a sure thing!"

Then, before he could reply, Draco stammered and said:

"Um... could you... could you please not pick the Seeker position? I want to have a good match with Scarface."

Seeing Draco's expression, Ino couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't take your place. Just focus on playing your game. I'd much rather be a professional cheerleader than play on the court!"

"Professional cheerleading?" Draco asked, looking puzzled.

"Yes! Professional cheerleaders are responsible for getting the audience excited before the game."

"Isn't that what commentators are supposed to do?"

Seeing Draco's still bewildered expression, he could only explain to him the specific responsibilities of professional cheerleaders in Muggle sports events.

In fact, he had this idea after discovering that the accordion had the function of composing music, but at that time, he had just enrolled in school and the Quirrell epidemic was raging, so he had to give up the idea.

Now that the classrooms are frozen, keeping a low profile won't help.

His deep-seated desire to perform resurfaced once again.

"The Cup of Life" from 98, "Football Anthem" from 02, "The Time of Our Lives" from 06, and even the classic "Waka Waka" from the 10 South Africa World Cup.

With so many high-energy songs, you could easily change a few words and put them on Quidditch pitch.

If the response is good enough, he even thought about the Quidditch World Cup in the fourth year of school, a grand stage that brings together 10 wizards from all over the world.

If he can actually perform, then the 6000 Galleons he owes Pansy for the house can be paid off in one go.

After all, being in debt is a terrible feeling.

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(End of this chapter)