hogwarts shady

Ryan returned to the dormitory, blocked his voice with the Silent Spell, and then used the token to connect to the Priory.

"It's so late, what do you want?" Weige's voice revealed fatigue.

"I would like to ask, do you have any extra dragon blood?" Ryan asked, "I want to buy some at a low price."

"Just for this?" Wei Ge couldn't help but yawned, "Just for some dragon blood, it's too troublesome to meet up. You can go to the potion material store in Diagon Alley to buy it yourself."

"The quantity I want is relatively large." Ryan said, "The price of dragon blood in Diagon Alley is beyond my ability to bear."

"Are you in a hurry to use it?" Wei Ge asked.

"That's not the case," Ryan said.

He was just new to alchemy and wanted to try making a simple invisibility cloak by himself.

"You can wait a little longer," Wei Ge said. "I think it won't be long before the price of dragon blood in Diagon Alley will plummet. You may not get much discount if you buy it from us."

"Didn't you say you want to help each other?" Ryan asked, "You don't even have a way to buy it at a low price?"

"If you apply for a subsidy from the Presbyterian Church, it can even be given to you for free, as long as the Presbyterian Church agrees." Wei Ge said, "If you are limited to looking for low-cost methods among members, then it depends on whether anyone is willing to offer a low-cost solution. Here you go.”

"Okay." Ryan wasn't disappointed either. He continued to ask, "How do you know that the Dragon's Blood in Diagon Alley is about to drop?"

"Because the price of dragon blood was too high some time ago." Wei Ge said, "I don't know who is buying dragon blood on a large scale. Many stores have increased their prices for a while, and the price of dragon blood on the black market is almost crazy. "

Ryan waited for Wei Ge to continue his story, knowing that there would definitely be a follow-up.

"As a result, a lot of dragon blood materials have been flowing into the black market some time ago." Wei Ge said, "The price is a bit bad now. I guess these dragon bloods are most likely released by the wizard who bought them on a large scale before. from."

Ryan almost laughed out loud, wondering which business genius was manipulating the fragile wizard market.

"Anyway, you bought it for use." Wei Ge said, "Don't be in a hurry. Just wait for a while. I think the price of dragon blood will drop a lot more before it slowly returns to normal levels."

"I understand, thank you for the news." Ryan said.

"If you have anything to do in the future, contact us early." Wei Ge said, "It's late at night, everyone has personal matters, okay?"

"I'll pay attention next time." Ryan replied briskly.

He put away the token and quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Ryan woke up on time. He went to the kitchen to finish breakfast, then walked into the auditorium and greeted an owl that had delivered a courier.

He took a piece of bread from the long table, turned it into a piece of paper, and wrote on it:

Professor Dumbledore, the Priory wants to communicate with the Alchemy of Life. Can you please speak to Mr. Nico Flamel?I thought the owl might not be able to find his location and I didn't know how to contact him.

Your devoted student Lane Franklin

He rolled the paper into a strip and stuffed it into the mailbox. Regardless of whether the owl could understand it, he said to it: "Send it to the principal's office."

The owl blinked and flew out of the skylight of the auditorium.

The new week of lessons was very difficult. Snape's face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water. He was obviously very angry from last week's Quidditch match.

It was strange to say that when the old bat was in such a bad mood, Ryan's looking glass stopped turning.

It looks like Harry Hate Potter is finally doing his thing.

Quirrell was getting paler and thinner, his spirit was strangely unstable, and his nervousness became more and more obvious.

The little wizards stopped talking to Quirrell. The little lions of Gryffindor had long lost the intention of teasing Quirrell, and now Professor Quirrell seemed very difficult to deal with.

Every time Harry saw Quirrell, he would smile sympathetically and encouragingly, as if this would give Quirrell more courage to fight against Snape, the mastermind behind the scenes.

Ryan's thoughts about Quirrell are more complicated, because he knows very well why Quirrell is like this.

He is also a key promoter.

At least, if Ryan had not taken away the two snakewood leaves from the Priory, Quirrell would not have ended up in the Forbidden Forest drinking unicorn blood to sustain his life.

Ryan didn't know how Quirrell felt after discovering that the leaves had disappeared.

Is it the fear of making a mistake at the hands of the Dark Lord?Was it because he was overjoyed that his distress signal was received?

I don’t know how desperate Quirrell felt when he discovered that as time went by, no one reached out to help.

I wonder if Voldemort will take the opportunity to taunt you: "Look, this is your ridiculous hope. This is the response of the greatest white wizard to you. Are you surprised or surprised?"

So, it is not difficult to understand that Quirrell finally said, "I am a stupid young man with a set of absurd ideas about good and evil. There is no right and wrong in the world, only power."

But Quirrell was not innocent, Ryan could only comfort himself in his heart.

Ryan had no power to change this situation. At least, he didn't know how to deal with the evil black magic possessed by Voldemort.

Perhaps even Dumbledore was incapable of solving this problem, so the old principal warned Ryan to "never sell your soul."

Ryan sighed, he no longer thought about these things, because he finally got out of this damn situation, and he was not willing to get involved in this vortex again.

After the afternoon class, an owl brought Lane a note that read:

I come to the principal's office on Friday morning. I like to eat sizzling bees lately.

Another note: Transformation is a good use, but don’t waste food.

There was no signature, so it was undoubtedly from Dumbledore.

Early on Friday morning, Ryan slipped out of the dormitory. He ran to the third floor and used the password to open the stone monster at the entrance to the principal's office.

Ryan took the spiral staircase, mentally thinking about what he would say after meeting Dumbledore.

He opened the door to the principal's office and walked in.

Dumbledore was not in the office, and the portraits on the wall were fast asleep.

The Sorting Hat was not hung on a shelf this time, but placed on a shelf behind the table. Next to it was the purple millinery that Ryan had given to Dumbledore.

As expected of a Gryffindor hat, this life is very interesting.

Ryan cast his sights on Phoenix Fox, a beautiful golden-red bird standing on a gilded perch, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

He couldn't help but rub his fingers.

Fox, look...

As if aware of Ryan's faint malice, Fox opened his eyes vigilantly and let out a clear chirp.

"You're so early." Dumbledore walked out of the small room on the side. He was still wearing pajamas. "I guess Nico hasn't gotten up yet."

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Ryan looked around Dumbledore's body and saw the stone basin in the small room.

Dumbledore obviously hadn't just gotten up. He probably went to the pensieve again to sort out his memories.

Dumbledore sat on the chair and touched his clothes with his wand, turning them into fitted robes.

He asked slowly: "What do you think of the retreat?"

Ryan rolled his eyes, this seemed to be a proposition.

It's definitely not possible to say "yes". Lao Deng's corner is a bit sensitive.

It's not okay to say "it's not good" - you know it's not good, but you still do things for the monastery?

Ryan thought for a while and replied: "Due to the contract, they do not allow members to disclose information to the outside world unless necessary."

"I think it is necessary for them to cooperate with Nico." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and smiled.

Ryan sighed, knowing that Old Bee would not let him pass easily.