Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

The conversation at night made everyone very tired, so Ryan and the three of them hurried back to their dormitory to sleep as soon as they returned to the common room. But the overall content of the night's conversation was some good news, especially for Harry, who didn't know part of the situation. During the Charms class the next morning, Ryan saw Harry whispering something to Ron with a smile on his face. Feeling that sometimes ignorance is indeed a kind of happiness.

"I think we can at least improve our strength to complete Professor Dumbledore's commission." Hermione said to Ryan using the phoenix brand, "at least until you make the alchemy stone."

"I call that thing the Madonna of the Rosary," Lane corrected, before continuing. "Actually, we are already able to perform such an operation at our current level, but the probability of success is only half at most. At this time, we cannot gamble with our friends' lives on this probability."

"You're right, anyway, the situation doesn't look critical now. So we can wait." Speaking of which, Hermione accidentally touched Ryan with her elbow, and as a result, Ryan's wand was tilted, and a lot of petals fell from the sky.

"Be careful!" Ryan quickly put down his wand, then reached out and brushed off some of the petals that fell on Hermione's shoulders and head. "It's better than last time when I swung my wand wrong and Flobberworms fell from the sky."

"Sounds terrible." Hermione frowned, as if remembering those disgusting slimy bugs. She then reached out and plucked a petal from Ryan's head. "It can only be said that we were lucky this time—"

"Okay, you two, there is something you can talk about after class." Flitwick walked over unsteadily, interrupting the conversation between the two of them. Ryan hadn't seen him before because he was small. "It's class time now, talk less and do more work...Now please demonstrate what's in today's class..."

Ryan and Hermione raised their wands at the same time and waved at the vinegar in the flasks in front of them. In an instant, the liquid in the two flasks turned dark red, and a smell of wine emerged from the mouth of the bottles.

"Good job." Flitwick nodded. "But you'd better keep quiet in class, after all other people—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was an explosion sound from behind, and everyone shrank their necks. Flitwick calmly took off his hat and shook the glass on the top of the hat, then looked at Ron who had made the situation and said. "I think your homework should be practice today."

After Charms class was a rare free time together, but once back in the common room, Ryan and Hermione were discussing and recording something on the parchment.

"Has Professor Flitwick assigned the written homework just now?" Ron asked in a daze as he watched the scene.

"Probably not?" Harry scratched his messy hair, "Maybe Ryan and the others are writing something else, anyway, the two of them usually bury themselves in a pile of books, I think they write every week The things we write in a month match what we write in a month."

"Don't worry, I'm not doing homework right now. I'm just writing a shopping list for Fred and George to help us buy something." Ryan looked up to Ron after writing the last stroke on the parchment.

"Are these things related to the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked in a low voice after seeing that the students around him were not paying attention.

"It can be said to be related." Ryan put away the parchment and stuffed it into the envelope, and then wrote the address of Weasley's joke shop in purple ink on the envelope. "The main reason is that the effect of Harry's use of Felicia was so good yesterday, so I decided to purchase materials and make some myself. I think if there is Felicia, it will be easier for everyone to survive the battle with Death Eaters."

"You are really good." After hearing what Ryan said, both Harry and Ron were shocked. Harry had looked up the method of Felicia from "Advanced Potion Making" before, and it was recorded in the book that Felicia needed six Months slowly boiled,

At the same time, the cost of raw materials is staggering. Few people have the financial resources and level to brew this kind of potion.

"After all, you need to risk great psychological pressure and risk your life to fight against Death Eaters and even mysterious people. People like me who have not fought on the front line can do everything possible to increase everyone's chances of survival. Yes." Ryan said with a smile.

"Ryan, you have done too many things for everyone. Compared with you, I feel that I, the so-called savior, are not competent at all." Harry said and took out a small bottle from his pocket. "By the way, I only took a sip of the Felicia Felicia yesterday, and I will return the rest to you. Originally, I wanted to take another sip of the Felicia Felicia and go to the Room of Requirement to have a look."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Don't waste such a good thing." Hermione directly took the small bottle of Felicia from Harry's hand and asked Ryan to put it away. "There is a limit to how much luck can help you. Judging from the tasks assigned to you by Professor Dumbledore, Slughorn is not unconvincing. You just didn't find the right way before. So you drank Fuling Potions are naturally useful. But the powerful magic connected to Hogwarts Castle in the Room of Requirement is not so easy for you to break through. The rest of this bottle of Felicia may be able to save those members of the Order of the Phoenix who are fighting on the front line How many lives?"

"Well, what you said is right." Harry shrugged helplessly, but Ryan and the others present knew that he must not have given up figuring out what Malfoy was doing.

The gentle May slipped away, and the Gryffindor Quidditch players were discussing tactics or training desperately every day. Because they now need to win 300 points to win the Quidditch trophy. However, this also won a new order for Ryan: his new concentrating incense has received a large number of orders. According to Harry, since using these incenses, the previous team members were too anxious and even vomited without warning. The situation is basically gone.

And the best part was that, as incense had become popular at the school, Madam Pomfrey approached Lane for safety reasons and asked him to submit a sample for her to test. The test results were very good. Madam Pomfrey not only believed that this product was a magical product beneficial to the human body, she even ordered a batch for the school hospital. This is a good advertisement for this kind of incense.

Even at Lane's suggestion, the Weasley twins sold the new incense in a set with the sleep aid incense Lane made last year and the new meditation incense. And put out an advertisement saying that you will be more energetic during the day, and you will sleep soundly when you light the sleep aid incense at night. Although such ad words seem a bit vulgar, they can make people understand at a glance.

Soon the first book club gathering in early June began, and all the members of the book club got together, but several members had new wounds on their bodies. Since Ryan taught them the magic used in battle, everyone practiced very hard. Naturally, some injuries are unavoidable.

"Neville, let me say it again, you really don't need to work so hard." Ryan warned after looking at the palm-sized burn mark on Neville's left arm. "Even if we have potions that can completely heal the wound, the pain after being burned is unavoidable."

"Thank you for your concern, Ryan." Neville smiled. "But I can't relax, I know I'm not smart, so if I want to accomplish what I should do in this war, I have to work harder than others."

"—Well, if this is your choice." Ryan thought for a while and did not continue to persuade, but stood on the stage and announced that all members of the book club can buy enough at the cost price in the Weasley joke store. Healing potions used by oneself.

"I hope everyone can get through this war safely." Watching the cheering student Ryan, he said silently in his heart.

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