Harry Potter: The Bard of Hogwarts

Brioni Island.

Returning to the island, Dren and his group began tending to the unconscious Ukrainian Ironbelly, as well as the 23 restrained wizards.

As for the subsequent handling of these wizards, Ino didn't ask foolishly, nor did Lucius offer an explanation.

…

The magic's wonders were once again on display.

In just a few hours, the island's buildings had been largely restored, except for the dead Acromantulas and the island's vegetation.

After all, no matter how powerful the magic, it couldn't bring the dead back to life.

Seemingly determined to pave the way for Draco, Lucius decisively left behind a fund of ten thousand Galleons after everything was settled, and then departed the island via a Portkey.

Shortly after Lucius left, the island welcomed two heavyweight guests.

Seeing the elderly man with white hair and a shy smile, Ino quickly approached.

"Long time no see, Mr. Newt!"

"You should have told me from the beginning! I was bored in Devon." Newt looked around, a hint of anger in his voice.

"It's all in the past! I didn't expect anyone to be so bold."

Ino offered a vague explanation, then turned to the other elderly man accompanying Newt, Mr. Flint from L.A.A Publishing House.

"Welcome to you as well, Mr. Flint."

"Forgive my rashness. Upon receiving the news, I informed Newt immediately, but it seems we were still a step too late."

Compared to their last meeting, Ino noticed significant changes in Mr. Flint.

Firstly, his tone and demeanor. The last time they met, he seemed to be extending a courtesy to a junior for Newt's sake.

This time, in their conversation, Mr. Flint seemed to have shed all his innate arrogance, becoming much more approachable.

Not pointing out the obvious, Ino naturally took over the conversation, acknowledging Flint's change:

"The fact that you and Mr. Newt could come so quickly is already the greatest help to me. After all, who knows if they might come back to cause more trouble."

It was a polite remark, but he forgot about Newt's straightforward nature beside him.

"I'm not leaving! I'll stay until everything here is settled, and let's see who dares to cause trouble."

Like a child throwing a tantrum, Newt said defiantly.

"I'll stay as well. We can discuss the Quidditch World Cup in three months."

Flint seized the opportunity to share his thoughts.

Faced with these two elderly men, Ino had no choice but to compromise.

"If you're staying, we'll need to start building houses soon."

…

With Newt and Flint making a high-profile stay, Brioni Island entered a period of prominence.

Especially Newt, who even proactively published in several newspapers, stating that Brioni Island's dragon sanctuary was a base for his research on magical creatures.

Unlike the influence of pure-bloods in Britain, the master of magical creatures had a reputation worldwide.

The newspaper articles indicated that the entire magical community was now watching this place, deterring anyone from attempting any more disturbances. In peaceful times, those who first broke the rules often had to bear the consequences alone.

In the tranquil days that followed, everything on the island seemed to flourish.

By mid-May, more than ten days had passed since the last incident.

Flint left the island on the seventh day, and with his departure, Ino felt freer to chat with Newt, even discussing topics like Boggarts and nightmares.

It felt like last summer at the manor in the American town, a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

…

On the coast of Brioni Island.

Under the lush shade, two recliners were placed side by side.

Newt lay on one, closing his eyes to feel the sea breeze from afar.

"It seems you've changed your mind?"

"Are all masters of magical creatures this perceptive?"

"So, you really have changed your mind?" Newt suddenly opened his eyes.

"I'm hesitating! Because during the Christmas holidays, I met someone who told me some things about fire!"

Ino candidly expressed his concerns.

Prometheus's words still lingered in his mind, that the birth of the phoenix meant the definition of fire.

"…He told me that fire is just fire, and that making it birth a phoenix might not be the best choice."

As Ino's words fell, the two under the shade fell into silence.

Time ticked by.

After a while, Newt slowly spoke:

"I respect your choice. Actually, Fide's birth has already satisfied my curiosity."

"Aren't you going to try to persuade me?" Faced with Newt's straightforwardness, Ino felt a bit unwilling.

A normal phoenix, one that could appear before everyone and be very impressive to take around, would be hard for any wizard to refuse.

"How can I persuade you? Telling you to give up would leave you unsatisfied, and following the plan makes you hesitate."

Although not good at socializing, Newt understood well that some decisions had to be made by the person themselves.

On the contrary, when the person was indecisive, any suggestion was unnecessary and might even have the opposite effect.

"Why not leave it to fate?"

Ino took out a wooden die from his pocket, playing with it in his hand.

Similarly, Newt became interested upon hearing the word "fate."

"That's a good method! I've heard about your divination talent."

"This time it's not divination! Just rolling a die." Ino shook his head.

After talking with Dumbledore about divination at the Black family home, he had tried to avoid relying on the dice, especially for personal matters.

A diviner entirely dependent on divination was actually a slave to divination.

"Rolling a die?" Newt was a bit surprised.

"Yes! 1, 2, 3 means giving up, 4, 5, 6 means following the plan."

As Ino spoke, he also tried to clear his mind to avoid affecting the die's outcome.

The die spiraled into the air and then fell in line with Muggle physics.

"It seems the answer is clear." Newt said with a smile, his laughter carrying a hint of relief.

"Then let's follow the plan!" This time, Ino didn't hesitate.

At the same time, he felt a sense of relief. It was like a knowledge barrier; the dark room had been fine, but once a match was struck, illuminating the darkness, it changed everything.

With the match extinguished, the room was dark again, but the person in the darkness had been greatly changed.

"Follow the plan! Not just Dumbledore and me, we'll invite many people to join." Newt said in a light-hearted tone.

Hearing this, Ino suddenly looked forward to the original story's plot. If Death Eaters really caused trouble, it would be a big show.

With Newt and Dumbledore teaming up, even Voldemort at his peak would be helpless.