Chapter 93 The Bloodline of the Royal Family of Chan

Although I have never seen Los Angeles at four in the morning.

But Ino can describe Hogwarts at six in the morning.

The castle at six o'clock.

The sky is still immersed in a deep blue-black, and the stars have not yet completely disappeared, flickering with a faint light.

The castle has not yet fully awakened at this moment, only a few portraits that are used to getting up early are rubbing their sleepy eyes in the picture frame.

The whole corridor is terribly quiet.

Of course, this is not absolute. Occasionally, you can hear whispers from a distant classroom, or the slight movement of a magical creature in a corner.

A light breeze blew, bringing the faint scent of grass and wood from the forbidden forest in the distance, and a hint of imperceptible magic.

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The eighth floor of the castle.

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

"I want to enter the town where old John used to live, I want to enter the town where old John used to live..."

In order to verify his guess, Ino concentrated on repeating it in his heart, and at the same time walked back and forth through this section of the wall.

After a while, a smooth door appeared on the wall, and he pushed it open without any hesitation.

What he saw was a hazy gray space.

There were no familiar buildings, no town square, and even no sky or earth. If it weren't for the solid feeling under his feet, he would have thought he was in the void.

Push the door and leave.

He stood in front of the tapestry again.

"I want to enter the ice and snow, I want to enter the ice and snow..."

And this time, the Room of Requests did not disappoint him.

Looking at the white ice field, Ino couldn't help feeling comfortable.

Taking a deep breath, the cold air rushed into his lungs, but it brought a refreshing feeling.

This feeling seemed to penetrate the body and reach the bottom of his heart. It was an indescribable comfort and comfort.

The snow under his feet creaked, and every step left deep footprints.

At this moment, he felt as if he had merged with this snowy area.

Open-minded and relaxed from the inside out.

All the worries and pressures seemed to be melted by the pure snow, and even the soul was unprecedentedly peaceful.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it into the air. The moment the snowflakes fell, they turned into Billywig worms.

No wand, no spell.

But he knew that this was not a wandless and silent transformation spell, it was just the control of ice and snow.

Just like the talent in his blood, fish are born to adapt to water, birds are born to fly, and he is born to adapt to ice and frost.

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Without any purpose or desire, he walked alone in the snow.

Time passed slowly.

After a long while, Ino fell back, as if he was going to lie on the snow to rest.

However, when he was three feet away from the ground, a high-backed chair made of ice suddenly rose from the ground and steadily supported his body that was about to fall.

"It saves me from buying furniture!"

With a chuckle, Ino leaned back in the chair, one hand supporting his chin, the other hand gently tapping the armrest of ice crystals.

After a short period of relaxation, he also calmed down to think about his experience just now.

It is obvious that the Room of Requirement cannot embody the scenes of fantasy stories.

Just now, in order to avoid some unknown troubles, he also deliberately chose small stories and small scenes of unit type.

However, even so, the Room of Requirement still cannot be realized.

This inevitably made him fall into a kind of thinking, stories and stories, are two parallel lines that never intersect.

Or is it like "Elderberry Mother", everything is a dream.

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

Whispering softly, Ino also opened his hands.

Soon, a handful of white snow appeared in his hands, and then covered his face as if he was washing in the bathroom.

Because he felt that he must have been crazy just now.

In the magical world, in the Room of Requirement, he dared to think about philosophy, thinking about reality and denial of existence.

This is probably because he really thinks life is too comfortable and is purely looking for excitement.

Time passed slowly.

Ino sat quietly on the high-back chair, with fine snow still on his cheeks.

"I have to go back to water the flowers!"

As if he gave himself a reason to leave in his heart, he stood up decisively and walked towards the door.

This trip has gained enough. Not only did he see the Room of Requirement, but he also quietly verified his inner guess.

At the same time, the baptism of the soul just now also brought his control over ice and snow to a new level. It seems that he can already throw away the magic wand and release the magic of ice and snow alone.

Since there is a harvest, it would be greedy to stay any longer.

Of course, this is just an apparent reason. After all, in his heart, he has already had a hint of fear of the Room of Requirement.

If he continues to stay here, he will be unable to help thinking, but thinking is often a dangerous thing.

Especially thinking in a place where wishes come true and requests are fulfilled is even more dangerous.

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Corridor on the eighth floor

In fact, the little wizards in the castle all know that moving stairs are often the most difficult to figure out.

Because if you are not careful, not only will it delay time, but it may also go against the purpose.

"Or turn it into an ice slide..."

It is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. Standing at the stairs, Ino murmured and looked down.

Traveling across the castle, which is roughly from the eighth floor to the Slytherin common room, this journey really allowed the little wizard to measure the height of the castle with his feet.

Through the dusty windows of the corridor, the sky outside was still hazy gray-blue, and the entire castle seemed to have not yet woken up from its deep sleep.

Just as he was planning to take advantage of the fact that there was no one in the morning and use the slide to quickly pass through, a gentle and powerful sound of footsteps came from behind.

"Tap! Tap!"

Since there were people, Ino didn't plan to use the slide anymore. Although a whole school year had passed, he knew that if he was seen by the vengeful Filch, he would probably be nagged and looked down upon again.

Turning around slowly, he saw an old man in a moon-white robe and a pink-blue nightcap on his head.

There was no other person in Hogwarts who had such a novel and playful outfit, which was undoubtedly a unique landscape of the castle.

"Good morning! Professor Dumbledore."

Since he saw it, Ino took the initiative to say hello.

"Good morning! Ino." Dumbledore smiled and raised his hand to straighten his nightcap that was tilted to one side. "It seems that you have just experienced something very interesting?"

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

"The coming and going room! Isn't it amazing? But that's not what I'm talking about."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with wisdom, and then he raised his hand to point at the smooth wall, and then the whole wall quickly turned into a six-foot-high dressing mirror.

In front of the mirror, Ino was also surprised to find the problem.

His appearance has not changed, he is still handsome, but both his hair color and eyes have undergone subtle adjustments under the reflection of the dressing mirror.

First, the amber pupils have faded, like an illustration drawn on paper by an almost dry watercolor pen.

The second is the change in hair. The short black hair reflects a trace of azure light under the candlelight. Although the light color is so light that it is not easy to detect, change is change.

Soon, Ino also reacted. Everything has a price.

It was obvious that the sequelae of the sudden deepening of his control over ice and snow in the Room of Requirement just now also appeared.

His hair color and pupils seemed to be gradually approaching the White Witch, which was the characteristic of the royal bloodline of Charn from another world.

Of course, other reasons were not ruled out, but this was the only explanation.

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

Looking back suddenly, it seemed that his personality had been affected by his bloodline without him realizing it.

Now that he thought about it carefully, he also found a lot of differences. Since the beginning of this year, his words and deeds have changed slightly.

The same thing, if it happened in the first school year, let alone the Billywig bug did not sting people, even if it stung the classroom, it would be so loud that ghosts and wolves would cry.

At most, he would quietly release magic, and then hide to protect himself. It was impossible for him to freeze the entire classroom in a high-profile manner.

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