Chapter 99 Do you want the same doll as Scarhead?
In the dim basement corridor, Ino walked alone towards the Slytherin dormitory, thinking about his weekend plans as he walked.
In fact, buying books is not a big deal. You can just write to the bookstore and ask the owl to bring enough Galleons to solve the problem easily.
But if you want to find Davis to customize musical instruments, you must meet in person.
What's more, he has to get the finished product and compose the tune before the start of the Quidditch competition in the second half of the year.
After all, if you want to play a super-burning World Cup theme song, it is far from enough to rely on an accordion. Violin, harp, clarinet, timpani... There are so many things, and you can't play a beautiful movement without seven or eight kinds.
And the place where he customized musical instruments was Davis Bangs.
A repair shop opened in Hogsmeade. Although this shop mainly repairs and renovates various magical items.
But old Davis occasionally makes some interesting gadgets, and the automatic playing accordion happens to be one of them.
Ino bought it in Diagon Alley, but met the maker in Hogsmeade. After a brief chat, he gave up the idea of making it himself.
Although it was just a simple automatic accordion, it involved too much alchemical knowledge, a whole subject, which was much more difficult than he imagined.
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The Slytherin dormitory and the Potions office were both in the basement of the castle.
In just five or six minutes, Ino returned to the dormitory.
When he opened the door, he saw Draco's quiet back.
Seeing this scene, Ino also knew that the other party was angry, but some things had to be reasonable, that is, the so-called reason rather than people.
Unlike the development of the original story, this time Hermione did not provoke Draco in essence, but just commented on Quidditch based on the facts.
But Draco responded harshly, which was unreasonable no matter how you looked at it.
This was also the reason why he insisted on asking Draco to apologize, although his tone was a bit stiff.
But there was no other way... In that situation, facing a Quidditch team whose average age was in the fifth grade, if he didn't put on a cold face and was full of smiles, he really couldn't calm the situation.
Not only could he not stop the fight, but he would become a joke if he was not careful.
Looking at Draco who was still angry, Ino also lightly tapped his fingers, and a foot-square ice condensed in the air.
Then he took out his wand and let the whole piece of ice gradually stretch and shape under the effect of Transfiguration.
A few minutes later.
A lifelike mini doll about 20 cm tall floated in the air.
Although the whole body was condensed with ice and there was no other color, from the appearance and the iconic scar, it can be seen that this is a star seeker of a certain college.
Ino used the levitation spell to control the doll to walk towards Draco.
"It's for you! By the way, how about teaching you a magic to make it hang upside down in the air?"
On the other side, Draco deliberately turned around when he heard the door ring.
Although he realized that he was wrong after calming down, he was wrong, and he was just angry now.
Now, after seeing the puppet, it seemed that he had found some reason to convince himself, and the whole person gradually relaxed.
"Ino! There were so many people just now, and you made me lose face." Draco complained.
"Sorry, but you did not do it right! Let's talk calmly now. In that situation just now, if you could go against Wood on the opposite side, or even the entire Gryffindor, wouldn't it be more satisfying than scolding a little girl? And I had to be fair at that time, otherwise I had to fight. Don't underestimate the courage of those lions."
Ino did not wait for Draco to reply, and continued:
"The brave draw their blades at the stronger in anger, and the cowardly draw their blades at the weaker in anger. I don't expect my friends to be brave, because that would be stupid. But at the same time, I don't want my friends to be cowards. In fact, I hope you are all the stronger ones."
"Draco, sometimes it's not terrible to be embarrassed once; what's terrible is that you have no ability but still rush forward, and end up embarrassing every time."
After speaking in one breath, Ino also sat quietly aside, which was also considered to give Draco some time to think.
Similarly, the dormitory fell into a brief silence.
Time passed for a long time.
"Ino, to be honest, I have never thought about this. In the past, when I was very young, I lived with my mother in a safe house. Malfoy Manor was abandoned. During that time, I basically could not see my father. When we occasionally met, he seemed very anxious and hurried."
Draco looked a little depressed, but still raised his head and stared at the ceiling of the dormitory.
"At that time, what I heard most was to restore the glory of the Malfoy family for thousands of years. So I care about glory, but no one has ever told me how to get glory. I also know that their respect for me is actually for my father, for our family's Galleons...even Goyle and Crabbe."
Speaking of this, Draco slowly turned his head, his eyes were a little bright, even shining.
"Until just now! I roughly understood how to gain glory and respect. It's not Quidditch, nor transcripts, nor extra points from the academy, nor praise from professors..."
"The real way to gain glory and respect is to become strong, just like what you did in the training ground. Flint, Wood, Scarhead, Red Weasley, and even everyone present just now, they are all afraid of you, so they have to respect you, and no one dares to refute you."
"So Ino, teach me magic! Don't teach those little tricks, I want to learn real magic!"
Ino sat quietly in the chair. At this moment, he once again felt that the story was just a story.
Whether it is Draco in front of him, or Pansy, or more people, they are not characters that appear briefly in the story.
They are all living people, with flesh and blood, emotions, memories, and pursuits...
Looking at Draco's expectant eyes, Ino nodded seriously:
"Okay! I will teach you magic, real magic!"
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At the other end of the castle.
Potions office.
Snape sat alone at the table with his eyes closed, as if he was lost in thought.
His figure was particularly quiet in the dim light. From a distance, it seemed as if he had turned into a still sculpture.
But if you look closely, you will find that the sculpture-like body is not completely still.
Under the black robe, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and every breath was silently declaring that he was still alive.
And it was precisely this subtle sign of life that broke the sculpture-like silence.
Time passed quietly, and Snape kept this posture motionless.
For a long time.
The silent atmosphere was broken.
"Potter..."
Snape's voice was as calm as ever.
Even calmer than ever before, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
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Slytherin dormitory.
On the round table with potted plants, an old book "Advanced Potion Making" was spread out.
Ino was lying on the table and copying something.
On the other side of the dormitory, Draco was holding a wand and practicing magic on a frost doll.
"Throat lock!"
"Hanging golden bell!"
"Golden bell falling to the ground!"
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