Chương 217: Chapter 217: Planting Flowers and a Humble Abode
Early the next morning, as dawn was breaking.
Ino quietly opened his eyes. Last night, he had fallen into deep thoughts about divination and prophecy, causing him to only get to sleep at dawn.
Although he felt a bit weary, thinking about the many tasks ahead today, he could only suppress his drowsiness and climb out of bed.
After a simple wash, he went downstairs to start preparing breakfast.
At this time, the benefits of combining household magic with Hogsmeade became apparent. The former made cooking food effortless, while the latter allowed the unrestrained use of magic.
Flour transformed into white ribbons, slicing through the air before falling into the bowl and beginning to stir on its own. Fruits and vegetables floated obediently towards the sink, taking a 'bath' before each one jumped onto the cutting board...
As Ino waved his wand to make breakfast, he also secretly planned that it was time to take care of the trace on his wand.
He hadn't ignored it because he wanted to be a good student but because he didn't know how to start. Now, with enough knowledge from the lamp's investigations and alchemical knowledge, he was ready to handle it.
Half an hour later.
Simple ingredients, simple cooking methods.
A serving of freshly baked bread, two fried eggs, and a vegetable salad floated leisurely to the table.
While eating breakfast, Ino glanced outside the window. The once quiet alley had now gained a bit of vitality.
Although the walls on both sides of the alley were still mostly occupied by various ferns, it seemed less desolate compared to before, probably due to the surrounding houses gradually being occupied.
Seeing the rising smoke from nearby, Ino chuckled to himself. Perhaps wizards and Muggles weren't so different after all; both liked to gather and enjoy the bustling atmosphere.
When he bought this house last year, there was no sign of life around, just desolation and silence. After living here for over a year, several nearly abandoned houses had begun to be occupied one after another.
After finishing his simple breakfast, Ino stood up and returned to the second floor. Regulus's funeral was set for three in the afternoon, and the six or seven hours before then couldn't be wasted.
…
On the second floor.
Ino picked up several clay pots from his room and disappeared.
The valley of the sanctuary, though its mechanism of miracles was unknown, always synchronized with the outside world's weather.
Unlike the constant snowy path before, in this hundred-acre valley, the alternation of day and night, as well as changes in weather, mirrored the outside world.
Though it was just a weather change, it brought infinite vitality to the valley.
Simply put, when a place has sunlight, soil, and water, everything is no longer monotonous.
…
In the sanctuary valley.
Ino bent down, using a small hoe made with Transfiguration, digging holes in the soft soil.
Upon discovering the valley's synchronized weather, he planned to start planting, but first, he needed to transplant the precious magical plants from their pots.
The three magical beans from the Grimm brothers, the berry shrubs from Narnia.
The former had mythical tales, while the latter had always been extraordinary.
The berry seeds brought back from Narnia were truly magical. Whether it was their rebirth after being neglected for a summer and watered or their extreme vibrant green now, they showcased their uniqueness.
"Now you're under the same sky... I hope you won't fight anymore..."
Ino murmured to the lush potted plants. The two seeds from Narnia had grown into an ice-blue camellia and a vibrant green shrub.
He had a hunch about these two contrasting plants. Especially after leaving Narnia and reading the original story, he found information he had previously overlooked.
A talking rabbit running away, the chirping of a robin, dumbfounded wood spirits, Santa Claus's final words: "Someone has prepared a gift for you."
When all these pieces connected, the answer emerged.
He couldn't understand why Aslan would give a gift, but looking back, though he had been forced to side with the White Witch in Narnia, he had never done anything outrageous.
He hadn't even killed a rabbit.
Probably, he had unintentionally aligned with Narnia's principles: kindness and age.
Thus, the kind lion gave him a gift.
…
Though his mind drifted to faint memories, his work didn't stop.
Soon, Ino had dug four one-foot-square holes not far from the marble house.
Breaking the clay pots and burying them with the original soil.
Unlike the Narnia berry seeds, the three magical beans seemed to feel the new environment. The seedlings, which were only a few inches high before, now grew rapidly as if injected with hormones.
In just a few seconds, each one grew into a more than two-meter-tall oak tree with lush branches and leaves.
Seeing this magical scene, Ino smiled and shook his head.
This really suited the Grimm brothers' style.
In fairy tales, the seeds are planted, and by the next morning, they grow into towering trees.
…
In the valley.
After transplanting and watering, Ino returned to the room.
A task was completed.
Although he didn't want to admit it, these special magical plants had always worried him, fearing they might be lost or damaged.
Especially the three magical beans that had grown into oak trees.
Blessed by the goddess of harvest, they would bear gifts every Harvest Festival, though what those gifts were, even the Grimm brothers didn't know.
But it was this unknown that sparked anticipation.
Now that they were transplanted into the valley, all previous worries vanished. He only needed to wait patiently for next September's Harvest Festival.
Returning to the room, after a brief delay, Ino headed downstairs.
Planning to go to Elegant Custom to order two sets of clothes before noon, he couldn't attend the afternoon funeral in a blue robe.
…
At the same time, in a crooked little house built with magic outside Devon, England.
The Weasley family sat around the dining table, the atmosphere somewhat heavy.
Half an hour before breakfast, they received a letter from Sirius—Regulus's funeral.
In the letter, they also learned about the hero who silently sacrificed himself ten years ago to fight against the Dark Lord.
"Hard to imagine, he was only in seventh grade then, not even an adult by half a month."
Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears from her eyes. After reading the letter, she seemed very sad.
Regulus's story reminded her of her two sacrificed brothers, Fabian Prewett and Gideon Prewett.
"Dear, it's all over! Everything is getting better!" Arthur gently comforted his sorrowful wife.
Harry and the others sat quietly at the table, listening to the adults' conversation. He was unsure whether to share his dream.
It was a bizarre dream where he saw the Dark Lord.
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