Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 5:30, Ravenclaw common room.

Harry and Hermione were flushed from holding back. They wanted to mention what had just happened, but as soon as the thought came to their mind, they lost control of their mouths, and only hesitating sounds came out of their mouths.

"Harry, Hermione, you don't need to speak, just say it silently in your mind." Ryan said.

"Ryan, how can you fly! You can also take us with you!" Harry thought in surprise. Harry was not the uneducated middle-class student in the original story. He clearly understood that this skill was not that of any student. What he could do, he even had a vague suspicion that Dumbledore couldn't do it either.

"You really can fly, but the book says -" Hermione thought in surprise.

"Hermione, do you remember what I told you in Potions class?" Ryan thought.

"Books are also written by wizards. The wizard who writes the books is not perfect, and he will make mistakes." Hermione thought.

"Yes, yes."

"Harry, Hermione, have you heard of the Terror Tour?" Ryan thought.

"No." Harry and Hermione thought at the same time.

"Horror Tours is a wizard travel agency located at 59 Diagon Alley. If you are a young wizard and there are no adult wizards around, you can enjoy a luxurious trip for 70 Galleons."

"From the vampire castle in Romania, to the zombie trails in India, to Atlantis under the sea." Ryan thought.

"70 Galleons? Do wizards live under the sea? There is no such thing in the book!" Hermione thought with a surprised face.

"Yes, I later discovered that there is a group of wizards living independently under the Bermuda Triangle. They do not want to be restricted by the secrecy law, but they do not want to do anything stupid like conquering Muggles."

"After discovering the city of Poseidon, the god of the sea, they repaired the city with the help of mermaids, lived there in isolation, and attracted new wizards to join them on a terrifying journey." Ryan thought.

"Ryan, how did you leave?" Harry thought in confusion.

"Contract, he has a contract, which is rooted in people's memory of Atlantis. He doesn't mind your departure because you can't reveal anything, just like you can't reveal everything just now."

"There, all the wizards do not work, study magic, and are self-sufficient. They are also bound by the contract and cannot harm each other." Ryan thought.

"Then why don't they spread this contract? Then there will be no war in this world." Hermione thought innocently.

"The magic power of this contract itself is also limited. It is a contract rooted in the human heart. Not everyone yearns for that kind of life. It is inevitable that a large number of wizards will have doubts. When there are more such wizards, the contract will also Invalid," Ryan explained to Harry and Hermione in his mind.

"True peace does not rely on everyone's efforts. Education, law, and administrative means are all indispensable." Lane thought.

"So, Ryan, did you learn your magic there?" Hermione thought.

"Yes, I'm going to Atlantis next weekend. Are you going?" Ryan asked.

"Okay," Hermione and Harry thought together.

At about 6 o'clock, Ron and Neville walked into the lounge with happy steps, holding two packages in their hands, filled with the things they promised to bring.

"Ron, you are finally back. I almost couldn't bear it and wanted to go to the auditorium to eat." Brown-skinned Terry Butt said.

"Harry, look, my new wand, fourteen inches, willow wood, unicorn hair." After Ron distributed the things, he took out the wand and handed it to Harry carefully.

"Mine is made of cherry wood, with unicorn hair, eleven inches, the same length as Harry's, and so is Ryan's." Neville said with the same surprise, and Ryan raised his eyebrows, not expecting Neville to secretly Notice yourself, and the wand.

But it’s really interesting. The three children in the prophecy all have eleven-inch wands.

"Ron, your wand is so long. It's 14 inches, which is only two inches shorter than Hagrid's." Harry sighed as he fumbled with Ron's wand.

What Harry didn't know was that the normal length of a wand was 9 to 14 inches.

Shorter than 9 inches and longer than 14 inches, it means some extraordinary qualities and defects.

Just like Ryan's father, George Smith, the wand was only 6 inches, and his magic was extremely unstable and full of explosive power. His death was also caused by an explosion.

And Rubeus Hagrid, a giant wizard hybrid.

Stone Hagrid I, the thunderstorm born of the Hagrid family, Hercules, the King of the Forbidden Forest, the controller of giant creatures, the mentor of the dark forest, the liberator and the descendant of the Dragon Lord, has the talent of a 16-inch wand Worthy of him.

However, why did Ollivander let Harry try a 7-inch maple wand? Could it be because Harry was short-sighted and thought he had some defect.

Wait, why does this bad old man Ollivander emphasize the material and length of Hagrid's and his father's wands?

Ryan has recently discovered that Ollivander does not mention every wizard's wand material. Damn, he can't secretly curse people through the length!

Ryan's divergent thinking suddenly thought of the superstitious conflict between holly and oak. In a sense, it is quite right.

Sirius was the oak wand, and was cursed by Bella in front of Harry, who had the holly wand.

Harry also died in a real sense once, in the Forbidden Forest, with Hagrid of the Oak Wand at the scene.

When Harry was still a baby, Sirius was imprisoned by him, and when they met again, they were almost killed by Dementors.

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When Harry was still a baby, he met Hagrid and was immediately sent to his aunt's house, suffering a miserable childhood.

In the first grade, Hagrid was almost imprisoned because of the dragon egg; in the second grade, Hagrid was finally imprisoned by Harry in Azkaban; in the third grade, Hagrid made a teaching mistake again, and if it weren't for Dumbledore, he would have lost his teaching position; in the fourth grade, he was discovered by Rita Skeeter and announced his identity as a giant half-blood; in the fifth grade, he was expelled from school by Umbridge

Oh, but it shouldn't be true, at least Hagrid didn't do anything to Harry in the sixth and seventh grades, it can't be that he got used to it and then oppressed Harry.

Ryan thought about it with fear, shook his head, followed Harry, and went to the hall with everyone, and started dinner time.

Along the way, Ron and Neville kept groping for their wands, as if they wanted to get the oil out of them. Even when they met Malfoy, Ron was in no mood to provoke him, and even gave him a friendly smile.

This made Malfoy, who was originally shy because of the previous "confession" incident and wanted to retreat, look confused.

Then he accidentally looked at Harry and ran away as if he had wings on his legs.

"Ron, tell me, what attitude should I use to treat Malfoy in the future." Harry said softly.

"What? Malfoy? He was here just now?"

"Harry, don't ask me about this."

"I really want to say that he is an evil guy, a bad guy, but he has exposed himself before. I didn't expect him to be such a strange guy."

"Let's eat first, I'm hungry." Ron rubbed his stomach.

"Okay." Harry said.