Harry Potter: The Bard of Hogwarts

In the camp.

After chatting with a French girl with a heavy accent, Ino finally learned the latest developments about the Movie Mirrors.

Draco and Marcus, or rather Malfoy and Flint, along with many pure-blood families, had introduced a large number of finished Movie Mirrors to the market, discreetly distributing them through a semi-sale, semi-gift strategy.

Just like that French girl earlier. After buying some love potions from the Extraordinary Potions shop, she was informed that she had won a lottery.

For just ten Sickles, she inexplicably got a fifteen-inch Movie Mirror, which was said to be able to record for more than three hours and promised that the images would be preserved for at least ten years.

Frankly, Ino's first reaction upon hearing this was speechlessness. Giving a girl who bought a love potion a recording device...

It was simply outrageous.

Although it felt absurd, it also indirectly demonstrated the local pure-bloods' execution ability.

After the banquet at Malfoy Manor ended, Ino completely relinquished power. The development of everything on Brioni Island would be executed according to the decisions made in shareholder meetings.

And the current progress was not disappointing; it even brought unexpected surprises.

Limited-time filming, this is simply a genius marketing move.

They turned a reusable item into a disposable one.

...

Time always passes unnoticed.

Three days flew by.

During this period, Ino truly experienced the charm of magic.

Wizards from all over the world gathered, bringing various magical experiences far beyond what Hogwarts or Diagon Alley could offer.

For a moment, he even thought about buying an island and transforming it into a theme park for wizards worldwide.

However, all this was still in the planning stage. The urgent task was to prepare for the opening performance.

As time approached, old Flint also brought a reply from the Ministry of Magic, confirming the song choice as "The Cup of Life," the theme song for the future 1998 World Cup.

Ino was not surprised by this choice.

There are many theme songs for the Muggle Football World Cup, but the enthusiastic "The Cup of Life" definitely ranks at the top.

Because this song seems tailor-made for sports, without extravagance, without intertwining fame and fortune, only pure passion and celebration.

Similarly, old Flint not only brought the Ministry's letter but also delivered ten sets of exquisitely styled evening gowns.

...

As time passed, the camp's population continued to swell.

"Amazing!"

Looking at the endless camp, Sirius sincerely admired, and beside him were Harry and the Weasley family.

"Yes, Fudge does have some abilities occasionally," Arthur chimed in, his tone also filled with pride.

This was more than just having some abilities; it was like establishing a city in the wilderness. As a typical Englishman, Arthur indeed felt sentimental.

"When I got the tickets from Ludo, I heard that the Ministry sold about a hundred thousand tickets. Now it seems there might be more than a hundred thousand people..."

A hundred thousand people!

At this moment, Harry and all the Weasley children were too shocked by this number to speak.

Especially Harry, who once naively thought that Diagon Alley's prosperity and Hogwarts' bustle were the center of the magical world.

Arthur seemed to notice Harry's change.

"Kids, the magical world is more than just Hogwarts. The outside world is vast..."

"However, our primary task is to set up the tent! We will probably spend the next few days here."

Arthur clapped his hands and looked up at the sky. They had left from White Weasel Hill in the morning, and now the sun was near noon.

"No need to struggle with the tent!" Sirius stopped their busy activities.

"They assigned me a spot a week ago, and I had Kreacher set up the tent. It can accommodate all of us."

Seeing that they couldn't work, Arthur felt somewhat disappointed.

"Alright... we'll do as you say then."

Once they reached a consensus, everyone followed Sirius and resumed their journey.

As an old pure-blood family, the Black family's tent was certainly not set up in an ordinary area.

In fact, many notable people had their tents set up in the area closest to the competition ground.

About half an hour later.

They followed Sirius to a luxurious central area.

The difference in style and design from the previous areas was so stark that it justified calling this place luxurious.

Unlike the outer areas with simple triangular tents resembling a slum, the tents here were more like luxurious small palaces.

The most direct example was the four-story luxury small castle nearby.

With gardens, sundials, fountains, and towers, even for a temporary camp, there were white peacocks in the garden for decoration.

This sense of luxury made everyone, except Sirius who was used to it, including Harry, feel slightly uneasy.

However, George and Fred showed no reaction to this luxury; instead, they seemed to have a peculiar sense of confidence.

...

At the same time.

Inside a spacious, palace-like tent.

Ino lay comfortably on a soft sofa.

After lunch, a small nap was the best choice.

"Aren't you nervous?"

Unlike others who were still in the dark, Draco had known about the evening performance schedule for a while.

"What's there to be nervous about?" Ino opened his eyes slightly, speaking softly:

"No matter how many people there are, you only have to face yourself."

"Face yourself?" Draco repeated thoughtfully.

"Yes! This is what my teacher told me. Those who can face themselves calmly can face everyone calmly, even under the world's gaze."

As he spoke, Ino couldn't help but recall the past.

In that magical world, the Royal Grand Theatre's grandeur was no less than now, maybe even more so.

Ignoring Draco, who was lost in thought, Ino closed his eyes again.

The story now had changed beyond recognition, but he had no regrets.

No matter how the story changes, at most it's just changing the protagonist. He used to fear change due to insecurity, but now, in this situation...

If Harry couldn't hold the banner, he wouldn't mind stepping in as the protagonist.

After all, this was just a story happening in a corner of the British Isles.

And as Ino gradually drifted into sleep, Draco, as if he had figured out something, had a sudden flash of insight that disappeared quickly.

But in those few seconds, Draco looked more composed.

In his well-fitted suit, from a distance, he didn't look like a fourth-year student at all.