Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

"So it's reasonable for someone to want to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione said, "Who wouldn't like something that can make people live forever and can create infinite gold?"

"But, since there are such good things, why don't you make a few more?" Hermione asked with some doubts.

"I think it's not that they don't want to, it's that they can't," Ryan replied.

"Why? Since you can do the first one, then what is the difficulty in doing the second one after mastering the method."

"When I was in the Hogwarts library, I flipped through a few books on practicing alchemy. Although I didn't understand much, I remember one thing very clearly. The core of alchemy is the principle of equivalent exchange."

Lane waited for Hermione to nod to show that he knew, and then said, "Then think about it, from the perspective of equivalent exchange, what kind of things can violate the laws of nature to increase life, and at the same time change the essence of matter to make gold?"

Hermione thought for a while, and suddenly covered her mouth with her hand as if frightened.

"You have also thought of it, only with life as the price can it have such a powerful effect."

"But...but. Nicole May is a friend of Professor Dumbledore. He should not be a bad person." Hermione stammered.

Ryan knew that Hermione had misunderstood. "I didn't say Nicole May was a murderer, but when he made the Philosopher's Stone, the Black Death and smallpox broke out in Paris where he lived. Given the level of science at that time, infectious diseases caused a lot of deaths. For example When the Black Death broke out in 1353, the death rate in Paris was 40 times higher than usual. The smallpox outbreak in 1418 killed at least 60,000 people in Paris within a month and a half. The loss of these lives may have provided enough for the production of the Philosopher's Stone. Raw materials. But then there are very few opportunities for that.”

"I remember that in elementary school history class." Hermione nodded in agreement. "Then let's quickly write to Harry and let them know we've found it. That way he and Ron don't have to worry about it over the Christmas break."

"I think they might have forgotten about this long ago." Ryan complained.

In the end, because Hermione had something to do, Ryan went to Diagon Alley by himself to write today's discovery as a letter of credit Owl sent to Harry.

...

As expected by Ryan, Harry didn't use the vacation to check the information. He had a great time with Ron after the holiday and didn't give much thought to LeMay.

The dormitories were entirely at their disposal, and the common room was much less crowded than usual, and they were able to occupy a few more comfortable armchairs by the fire. They were sitting there when they got Ryan's letter, eating all the food they could poke with a fork - bread, pasta, mushrooms, and devising plans to get Malfoy fired, even though none of those plans were possible. Put it into practice, but it's always fun to talk.

"Hey, Harry, there's a letter outside." Ron saw an owl standing outside the window, pecking at the glass, with a letter on his feet.

Harry opened the window, and a gust of wind blew snowflakes into his face. He took the letter and broke a small piece of bread and butter from the fork to feed the owl. After the owl ate the bread, it flapped its wings and flew away.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked.

Harry tore open the envelope, looked at it, and said to Ron: "Lane's letter, he said he and Hermione have found Nicole May, and they will let us know when they get back from their vacation."

"Hey, I told you a long time ago that Ryan and Hermione, the two people who like to read books, are better at this kind of thing. It's right to leave it to them." Ron said to Harry, half lying lazily in the armchair. .

After that, they let it go completely in their hearts. Ron starts teaching Harry how to play wizard chess, which is exactly like Muggle chess, but with live pieces, so it feels more like commanding an army.

It's just that Harry, who uses other people's chess pieces, is really not as good as Ron, who uses his grandfather's ancestral wizard chess. These chess pieces criticize Harry's chess skills in a row, making him dizzy.

...

After sending Harry the letter, Lane returned to his boring homework in the last few days before Christmas, then took a break to chat with his parents, decorate the house, and fix some broken things in the storage closet. . As more and more mechanical products come into contact with him, Ryan's mastery of the "Winter Home Industrial Handbook" is also getting higher and higher.

The day before Christmas Eve, Lane even fixed the old typewriter in the corner of the storage room. This made Mr Lambert very happy. Because this used to be used by his grandfather and later gave him as a present for graduation from elementary school.

Mrs. Sally polished every button, every part of the typewriter, and put it in the living room display case as a decoration.

In the afternoon, Ryan decided to go out for a walk. After all, he was doing his homework a few days ago, so he never went out.

Just after walking into the park, before looking around, suddenly Wanjie Grocery Store told him that a new customer had come to the door.

Lane hurriedly found the public toilet, saw that no one got into a compartment and locked the door, and then went to the Wanjie grocery store.

When he got to the shop, Ryan realized that there was already a customer standing there waiting.

This man is a slightly fat middle-aged man who looks a little timid. He was wearing a cotton padded jacket, with a yin and yang head shaved on his head, with a small braid on the back.

When he saw Ryan suddenly appear in the store, he hurriedly knelt down and shouted for help.

Lane hurriedly walked around the counter and pulled him to stand up. After all, a man of his father's age knelt and kowtowed in front of him, which was really difficult for people to accept.

"Okay, you must have something to help you when you came here. If you have any questions, say it quickly. Otherwise, how would I know how to help you."

After listening to this, the man had to kneel again. But he still stood still in Ryan's angry eyes. "My name is Defu, because my master was framed by a traitor, so my master and I were exiled to Heilongjiang. Now my mistress and my wife have just given birth to a baby, and it's too cold in the den where everyone lives. I'm sick. I really can't rush around in the yard at night, and then I heard a voice calling from somewhere, so I came here. Daxian, you must save us."

Lane heard this and felt familiar, and after careful recall, the memory of his previous life as a middle-aged and elderly person born in the 1990s was awakened.

"Is your master a genius doctor, Xilaile?"

"Huh?" Telford opened his mouth in surprise. "The gods also know my master?"

Ryan pretended to wave his hand mysteriously: "They complained when they were drinking with the impermanents, and your master caused them to run empty many times."

"Then my master is all right?" Telford asked.

"It's okay, your master has accumulated a lot of merit. All they can do is complain."

"When you say that, I need to think about how to help you."

After speaking, Ryan sat behind the counter. One hand resting on his chin, he began to think. Telford did not dare to stand there cautiously.

After a few minutes, Ryan clapped his hands, "I know what to do."