Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

Under a big tree in the Forbidden Forest, Lupine said to Ryan in a worried tone: "Most of the cultivation of magic plants in Britain is controlled by those old pure-blood families, and they rely on house elves to make those magic plants grow." The cost of plant cultivation is controlled to a very low level. Our plantation is only to meet the orders of the store, and it is difficult to compete with those established families in the market. This is why I am worried about the arrival of newcomers, if there are more products produced If so, the British market will definitely not be able to take it.”

"I understand what you are worried about, Professor Lupine. But I really found a huge market." Ryan explained with a smile. "This time I went to China to sign a trade agreement with China during the summer vacation. They are willing to fully purchase certain raw materials that they do not produce there."

"Really?" Lupine opened his eyes wide, and then asked cautiously: "But can the market over there take up a batch of ours?"

"Don't worry, Professor, what we sell are some rough products of magic plants with high versatility. They are in great demand for these things. At the same time, their population is 20 times that of ours, and they have thousands of years of uninterrupted magic inheritance. No matter how much we produce in such a prosperous market, we estimate that the market over there will be eaten by one bite."

"That's good." Lupine finally gave a relaxed smile. After talking for a while about some small things that happened recently, they separated and left the Forbidden Forest.

It happened to be lunch time when I came out. At the dinner table, Ryan learned that Cormac McLaggen, who was competing with Ron for the goalkeeper position this time, wanted to get this position last year. Unfortunately, he was in the hospital during the team assessment last year. , because he made a bet with someone before and ate a pound of Hu Meizi's eggs.

"It's a very good thing that McLaggen wasn't chosen," Hermione commented after hearing the news from Ginny. "This kind of mental state is really not suitable for participating in certain team sports that require brains."

Ryan deeply believed that what Hu Meizi was in the wizarding world was equivalent to cockroaches or flies in ordinary people's homes. If a person eats about a catty of this kind of food by betting with others, he still thinks this thing is worth showing off. It can only be said that there is indeed a problem with this person's brain.

The afternoon was spent reading and studying in the library, and Ryan also used the time to finish reading an alchemy manual collected by the Black family that Sirius gave him. Although the alchemy products in the manual are all black magic products, there are many exquisite ideas in it that are worth learning. Not to mention that after having this brief introduction about black magic products, Ryan will be able to make targeted alchemy props that can effectively fight against the group of pure-blooded Death Eaters who passed on family treasures with their bare hands.

"The power of death you possess is different from that possessed by the mysterious man. It is not the death of the end, but the death of the cycle transformed from life. Just like the cycle of life in nature." On the way to the auditorium for dinner, Ryan Started explaining to Hermione something about rule mastery that she found confusing.

As the forerunner, Ryan's current knowledge reserve is sufficient to deal with Hermione's current problems. After listening to Ryan's explanation, Hermione showed an expression of enlightenment.

"You mean that the power of death I possess is like a plant growing from the earth and returning to the earth. It is a cycle of life and death, right?" Hermione looked at Ryan and asked.

"Yes." Ryan found that after Hermione learned the life magic she got from Iceland a few years ago, she slowly got the hang of studying the rules. He believed that Hermione would soon master the methods of independent research.

When they reached the grand staircase in the main hall and were about to go downstairs, Professor Slughorn suddenly appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

"Mr. Liang, Miss Granger, I'm looking for you," he said enthusiastically, holding his bulging belly with both hands. "Thanks, Merlin, for allowing me to block you while you dine. How about a simple dinner at my place tonight? I've got a little party for just a few rising stars. I invite McLaggen, Zabini, and the charming Melinda Bobin. I don’t know if you know her, but her family runs a large chain drug store”

"Of course, we are honored." Ryan bowed slightly to Slughorn, "We will arrive on time, do you have any requirements for clothing?"

"No, I just want everyone to relax, you can just wear your school uniform." The smile on Slughorn's face became brighter, "I still need to go downstairs to find Harry, let's go to school at eight o'clock." See you later."

After speaking, Slughorn ran towards the restaurant. Hermione looked at his back and asked Ryan, "It always feels weird. I always thought that wizards don't have the kind of brothers that ordinary people have when they go to high school or college. Club or sorority?"

"As long as there are people, this kind of thing is inevitable." Ryan smiled, "But I don't think we should be the protagonists today. Slughorn called us. I guess he is just optimistic about our future. He is now We will definitely focus on those few people from good families, we just go to eat some good food and relax."

At seven-thirty Professor Slughorn's little party took place as scheduled. But Ryan didn't see Harry appear. According to Professor Slughorn, Snape insisted that Harry should go to detention on time, so it's a pity that he couldn't come to the party today.

As Lane guessed, Slughorn focused his attention on McLaggen at the party, because McLaggen knew a lot of big names. For example, for a long time in the middle of the party, McLaggen was talking about how he had gone hunting with a group of big names from the Ministry of Magic the last time. And most of the rest of the time was spent listening to Slughorn rambling about how famous his former students were. But seeing that the dinner provided today was indeed very good, Ryan maintained a humble and attentive attitude throughout the whole process.

However, Slughorn is also a very communicative person. Although the focus is on McLaggen, it does not make others feel left out. For example, during the banquet, he praised Ryan's alchemy and Hermione's excellent academic level. While everyone was eating dessert, the arrival of Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies, brought the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax again.

The banquet didn't end until nine o'clock in the evening, when Ryan and Hermione returned to the common room just in time to see Harry returning from Snape's.

"Good evening, how was your banquet today?" Harry greeted feebly. Sorting rotting Flobber caterpillars from good ones is not a pleasant job, especially one that also smells bad.

"Fortunately, the food tastes very good." Ryan nodded seriously. "It's just that you need to listen to Slughorn brag about the achievements of his young students today for two hours, or listen to McLaggen brag about how many famous big men he knows."

"It doesn't sound as attractive as I thought, but at least it should be better than picking rotten caterpillars from a pile of dead caterpillars." Harry shrugged.

"But at the end there was Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies, at the banquet. But neither of us was interested in Quidditch, so we didn't say a few words to her at all."

"You two are really, oh!" Harry suddenly felt sorry. The Holyhead Harpies are a very strong Quidditch team with a history of nearly 800 years. It's great for Quidditch fans to get up close and personal with their captain.

"But we got her autograph for you." Ryan handed Harry a signed photo of Gwenog Jones. Helped us get this signed photo."

"Thank you so much!" Harry said after accepting the signed photo, and he felt that this evening was not a completely unlucky night.