hogwarts shady

Monday afternoon was an herb class with Gryffindor. Harry took care of the herbs slowly. He also complained to Ron that Captain Wood had been training too crazy recently, which made his hands and feet sore. The root cause is that damn Snape wants to be the referee of the Quidditch match.

Ryan sighed silently and thought to himself that Snape must feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly. Obviously everything the old bat did was to protect Potter, but in the end he became a professional scapegoat.

Coupled with Harry's identity that gave him a love-hate relationship, Ryan tried to figure out Snape's psychological activities, and suddenly felt mixed feelings.

But that’s no one’s fault. If the old bat had been a little nicer to the students, if his words were less sarcastic and unkind, and if his hair had been tidied up a little, things wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

It's not your fault that Harry is obsessed with you, it's your fault that Snape's posture is so good that people can't even blame it on you.

The old bat attracts hatred too easily and is misunderstood.

Ryan no longer cared about the love-hate relationship between the Potter family and Snape. After class, he ran to Professor Sprout and asked about the herbal medicine he had recently read in the book.

This has made Professor Sprout walk a lot more briskly recently.

She felt that she had indeed given the right Christmas gift.

Sprout smiled secretly while answering Ryan's various questions.

She had already inquired about it. Minerva gave him a book on the principles of transformation, and Filius gave him a wizard's chess set. Neither of them were outstanding things.

With all your thoughts, you still dare to covet the seedlings in my field, how naive!

Thinking of this, the smile on her face became more kind.

Ryan watched Professor Sprout's mood getting better and better, and he couldn't help but laugh.After asking the last question, he bowed and left the greenhouse together with Justin who was waiting outside the classroom.

Even if he was far away, he could still see Professor Sprout smiling and waving in the classroom.

"You've been very studious lately, aren't you making any crooked ideas again?" Justin rubbed his hands and stamped his feet.

Ryan looked at Justin who was shivering with cold and cast a heating spell on him: "What are you thinking about? Also, you can wait for me in the classroom. There is no need to run outside the classroom."

"No, the space in the classroom is reserved for you and the teacher." Justin sighed, "I mean, your time in the dormitory seems to be getting less and less. Haven't you noticed that you and everyone Are you a lot more estranged?”

"Is that so?" Ryan said, "But we don't have many activities, so what can we do if we stay in the dormitory? Besides, as long as I lend out my notebook before the final exam, won't our relationship be restored?"

After thinking about it, Justin had to admit that Ryan was right, and he quickly said: "I want to be the first to borrow it."

"Don't worry, there is a copying spell." Ryan said with a smile.

"You know so many magic spells." Justin slumped his shoulders, "Like this magic spell that makes people's bodies warm. By the way, what's the name of this magic spell? I think you can learn it."

"Heat spell." Ryan replied, "It's a very simple spell. I will lend you the "Encyclopedia of Practical Home Magic" when I get back. This spell can also heat food."

Justin trembled: "Heating food, do you really mean it's a magic spell?"

"Of course, this requires you to try again and again and then control your magic." Ryan said, "because this magic spell is originally for kitchen use."

"So," Justin turned his neck stiffly, "this charm is used to warm the body..."

"Ah, that's what I developed myself." Ryan said calmly, "Anyway, the principle is the same, I just need to control the temperature, right?"

Justin couldn't think of anything to say in reply, but he felt awkward when he thought that the spell cast on him was used to heat food.

"Aren't you afraid of accidentally heating someone up?" Justin finally complained.

Ryan said with a smile: "Of course I have done enough experiments and repeated attempts."

Justin immediately thought of the mice and spiders that Ryan put into his pocket at the Christmas dinner. He finally knew the final destination of these little guys.

He shrank his neck and didn't dare to answer.

Back in the common room, Ryan saw Cedric sitting on the couch.

Although he still had thick dark circles under his eyes and a depressed expression on his face, his energy was obviously much better.

"Senior, do you still need a bottle of joy potion?" Ryan asked.

Hearing this, Cedric immediately showed a helpless smile, and his tone was a little complicated: "I don't think so, Ryan."

He was very torn. On the one hand, he was very grateful to Ryan for immediately giving him a bottle of joy potion, which helped him get out of his autistic state; but on the other hand, this method was too simple and crude, and he didn't even have any mental preparation. , so that now I am still confused about how to deal with the future situation.

"Where's Senior Bernard?" Ryan continued to ask.

Cedric's face darkened and he smiled bitterly: "He has been avoiding me recently. I think this is okay. We both need some space and time to deal with the mess in front of us."

Ryan nodded, and he comforted Cedric a few words, telling him to focus on studying and Quidditch games recently, in order to regain the rhythm of his life.

"Thank you, Ryan."

Cedric said softly when Ryan entered the boys' dormitory through the barrel passage.

He turned back, looked at Cedric's sincere eyes, smiled and said, "You're welcome, senior."

The courses in the second half of the first-year semester gradually became more intense, and the professors assigned more and more homework, which became more and more difficult, so much so that when Ryan was doing homework in the library, he could always hear a few whispered complaints.

Except, of course, Professor Quirrell.

He seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, his face became paler week by week, and even his voice became softer and softer.

The attitude of the little wizards towards Quirrell is getting worse and worse. They have completely lost their thoughts on teasing Professor Quirrell. In every class, you can see many people writing homework for other classes, and some people take it. He flipped through the idle books borrowed from the library.

Ryan did not intend to be a little wizard who stood out from the crowd. He also learned from others, borrowed some books on deformation theory from the library, and continued his research on Gamp's deformation law last semester.

There are still a dozen mice and spiders in the pocket waiting for experiments.

On weekends, he went to the Room of Requirement for rune lessons as usual. Ravenclaw did not teach new compound spells, but still asked Ryan to practice rune "displacement".

After the course, Ryan took out the mountain case token.

He held the token and whispered: "Turn on."

The conversation of the people in the monastery came from the token, but this time, they did not stop talking, they just paused for a moment, and then started talking again.

"Is the Ministry of Magic crazy?" came a familiar voice from Ryan, "They actually sent Aurors to station near us. How can we do business if this happens!"

Ryan recalled it and remembered that this voice was the person who provided him with information on Knockturn Alley last time.

"The Ministry of Magic shouldn't be able to control commercial activities, right?" Ryan lowered his voice and asked aloud.

"Ah, Mensa." The man sneered, "Don't express your opinions on things you don't understand."

These somewhat harsh words quickly silenced the token room.

After a moment of silence, someone finally said, "Scott lives in Knockturn Alley."

"That's it, I'm sorry." Ryan said calmly.

He mentally compared the constellation chart he had memorized. Scott was No. 30, Six, Sculptor.

Scott snorted and said nothing.

Ryan thought for a while and asked: "Scott, aren't you at school?"

"I am different from your academic wizards." Scott said self-deprecatingly, "I am what you call a wild wizard."