Chapter 271 Girl, Change Your Target

Are there stupid people in this world? The answer is yes.

But one thing needs to be made clear, stupidity sometimes does not mean stupidity, when stupidity is concentrated on one point, it is often a kind of perseverance.

After hearing another lofty ideal, Pansy's magic finally tended to a stable state.

"Wizards and Muggles live in peace! Live freely in the sun..."

Thinking carefully about these two sentences in her mind, Pansy's eyes gradually replaced a new look, and looking around was the best portrayal of this moment.

In Ino's senses, Pansy is now like a small luminous body, not only calming down the chaotic magic, but also making them completely integrated into the body.

Obviously, she is a girl who is only in the fourth grade at the beginning of the school, but she has magic that is not inferior to that of an adult wizard.

Most importantly, this magic is still stable, without the previous incoordination.

"You helped me again!" Pansy smiled with a curved eyebrow.

After calming down, she also felt that her state was a little wrong just now, as if she had fallen into an extreme emotion, as if the whole world had no meaning and wanted to destroy it completely.

The reason why she didn't take action was probably the last bit of nostalgia in her heart.

If she changed the environment and the person in front of her, she was not sure what she would do just now.

But fortunately, all this is over.

Compared with Pansy's relaxation, Ino's heart is a little complicated.

"Don't say that, in fact, some things are probably caused by me, and the whole thing is my fault."

In the original story, Pansy should not be like this, a carefree pure-blood girl, who lived a rich and peaceful life after finishing her student days at Hogwarts.

"Blame you? How can I bear to blame the person who helped me open the window!"

Pansy looked at the opposite side with a smile, and leisurely raised her legs, changing to a more calm and confident sitting posture.

Although she is not very old, she has a unique style of the seventh-year female prefects of Hogwarts.

...

People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls.

In the few days after Pansy left.

Ino returned to the rhythm of the past. Leisure does not mean nothing, it is more like a careless attitude.

Although he was in a leisurely state of mind, his eyes still fell on a small pile of neatly arranged letters on the table.

Among the dozen letters, there were not only replies from Marcus and Draco, but also letters from old Flint, Newt, and even Fudge.

The former confirmed the time of the banquet and the allocation of video mirrors. Most Slytherin students will attend, including some students who graduated this year.

The latter's letters were relatively complicated. Regarding the matters before the Quidditch World Cup, Newt expressed in his letter that things went smoothly, even so smoothly that he didn't even make much effort, and the Ministry of Magic passed it all the way with a green light.

The general meaning of old Flint's letter was the same as Newt's, but the only difference was that he needed to go to the L.A.A. headquarters before August.

Facing a stage with 100,000 wizards, it couldn't be as simple as the Hogwarts College Cup, whether it was lighting or instrument allocation, and the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports jointly requested a recorded original sound tape.

As for Fudge's letter, it was very interesting. It was written in a long and eloquent way, using the implicit and bureaucratic rhetoric of England, but it actually only talked about two things, Quidditch singing and the third-class medal of Merlin's Order.

In the long letter, Fudge subtly hinted at his role in more than 85% of the content, such as overcoming all objections or making the final decision.

In short, it seemed that without him as the Minister of Magic, nothing would go so smoothly.

Perhaps this is all true, but the cumbersome rhetoric is still unpleasant.

...

Hogsmeade.

After reading the letter, Ino found that the sky at dusk was a little abnormal.

The western sky seemed to be hung with a large gray curtain, covering the light of the setting sun.

The scenery that should have been full of red clouds turned into dark blue under the thick clouds.

After a while.

The low-pressure clouds, accompanied by the misty rain, quietly visited this village where wizards gathered.

Summer rain is not always sudden, sometimes it also has a sporadic flavor.

The raindrops, coupled with the damp air, sound like rustling sobs.

Perhaps, this is the unique sorrow of England.

At the second-floor window, Ino listened to the rain for a while, then quietly walked to the bed.

Although it was only seven o'clock in the afternoon, the sky outside had already been dark.

Besides, living alone, you really don't need to care too much about the so-called rules.

When sleepiness strikes, you can embrace dreams; when you are hungry, you can enjoy delicious food.

If you feel bored, you can find what you like in your heart and immerse yourself in the sea of ​​interest.

...

Different from the rain in Hogsmeade.

In the lush woods of distant Wiltshire, a white manor is hidden.

The gorgeous beams and exquisite fountains are magnificent in the afterglow of the sunset.

In the manor.

Lucius sat at the main seat, and next to him was a proud Draco.

"Dad, this banquet has 67 guests confirmed, this is what Marcus and I discussed."

Draco said proudly, but after that, a trace of entanglement quietly appeared on his face, as if he was considering whether to say something.

"That's good!" Lucius raised his head. The little figure was almost as tall as him now.

"Draco, I'm glad you learned to think! Instead of blurting out everything, this is really good!"

Faced with his father's sudden praise, Draco lowered his head very implicitly.

On the other hand, looking at the picture of the loving father and filial son, Narcissa felt happy from the bottom of her heart, because the two people in front of her were all her life.

But as a qualified wife, she knew very well when to keep silent, so she just sat aside and watched silently.

For a while.

Lucius turned his head and sighed softly: "Now you can say it, no matter what it is."

Hearing this, Draco spoke decisively:

"Because Ino also invited some people, but they are not Slytherin. There are Weasley and Longbottom from Gryffindor, Diggory and Abbot from Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw..."

"That's enough!" Before Draco finished speaking, Lucius interrupted the following content.

At this moment, he felt the need to teach his son a lesson.

"Draco, what do you think makes our Malfoy family have a long history?"

Long history? Shouldn't it be to restore the glory?

Draco's eyes flashed blankly. Since he was a child, he heard the most about restoring the glory of the Malfoy family. As for the long history? He never thought about this question carefully.

Lucius also saw the subtle changes in Draco's expression.

He was not disappointed with his son's confusion, because it was the education of the couple that caused all this.

Special education in special times, especially after the fall of the mysterious man, the era when everyone protected themselves.

Times have changed. In today's peaceful era, Lucius feels that it is necessary to change education.

Otherwise, as the future heir of the Malfoy family, he would be entangled because of the increase in guests outside Slytherin.

This idea is both absurd and dangerous.