The conversation in the evening made everyone very tired, so Ryan and the three of them hurried back to their dormitories to sleep as soon as they returned to the common room. However, the content of the evening conversation was generally good news, especially for Harry.
For those who don't know the situation, in the Charms class the next morning, Ryan saw Harry whispering something to Ron with a beaming expression. I felt that sometimes ignorance is indeed a kind of happiness.
"I think our strength can at least take one step forward before we can complete Professor Dumbledore's commission." Hermione said to Ryan using the Phoenix Brand, "At least not until you make the alchemy stone."
"I call that thing the Madonna of the Rose." Ryan corrected, and then he continued. "Actually, we are already able to perform such an operation at our current level, but the probability of success is only half at most. We cannot use our friends at this time
I’ll bet my life on this probability.”
"You're right, the situation doesn't look critical now anyway. So we can wait a little longer." At this point, Hermione accidentally touched Ryan with her elbow. As a result, Ryan's wand tilted, and a lot of petals fell from the sky.
"Careful!" Ryan quickly put down his wand, then reached out to brush off some petals that fell on Hermione's shoulders and head. "This is much better than last time. Last time I waved the wand by mistake, Flo fell from the sky.
Caterpillar."
"Sounds terrible." Hermione frowned, as if remembering those disgusting slimy bugs. Then she reached out and picked off a petal from Ryan's head. "I can only say that we are lucky this time.
good--"
"Okay, you two, if you have anything to talk about after class." Flitwick staggered over and interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Because he was a small man, Ryan had not seen him before.
"It's class time now, talk less and work more... Now please demonstrate the content of today's class..."
Ryan and Hermione raised their wands at the same time and waved at the vinegar in the flask in front of them. In an instant, the liquid in the two flasks turned dark red, and a smell of wine came out from the mouth of the bottle.
"Good job." Flitwick nodded. "But you'd better keep quiet in class, after all, others-"
Before he finished speaking, there was an explosion from behind, and everyone shrank their necks. Flitwick calmly took off his hat and shook the glass on the top of his hat, and then watched what happened.
Ron said, "I think your homework today is practice."
It was a rare free time together after Charms class, but once they returned to the common room, Ryan and Hermione were discussing and recording something on the parchment.
"Did Professor Flitwick just assign a written assignment?" Ron asked with a confused look on his face as he watched this 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 lot of books. I think they write a week.
The content is equivalent to what we wrote in a month.”
"Don't worry, I'm not doing homework right now. I'm just writing a shopping list and asking Fred and George to buy something for us." Ryan raised his head and said 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 looking at the students around him who were not paying attention.
"You can say it has something to do with it." Ryan put the parchment away and stuffed it into the envelope, and then wrote the address of Weasley's Joke Shop in purple ink on the envelope. "It's mainly because I saw Harry using Felixir yesterday.
The effect was great, so I decided to purchase the materials and make some myself. I think if there was a elixir of blessing, it would be easier for everyone to survive during the battle with the Death Eaters."
"You are indeed amazing." After listening to what Ryan said, Harry and Ron were both shocked. Harry had previously looked up the recipe for the Elixir of Felixir from "Advanced Potion Making". The book recorded that the recipe for the Elixir of Felixir required six.
It takes months to brew slowly, and the cost of raw materials is staggering. Very few people have the financial resources and skill to brew this kind of magic potion.
"After all, fighting Death Eaters and even mysterious men requires you to risk great psychological pressure and life risks. What people like me who are not fighting on the front line can do is try every means to increase everyone's survival probability.
Yes." Ryan said with a smile.
"Ryan, you have done too much for everyone. Compared with you, I feel that my so-called savior is not qualified at all." Harry said and took out a small bottle from his pocket. "By the way,
I only took a small sip of the elixir yesterday and gave the rest to you. Originally, I wanted to take another sip of the elixir 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 took the small bottle containing the elixir from Harry's hand and asked Ryan to put it away. "Luck can help you.
There is a limit. Judging from the task assigned to you by Professor Dumbledore, Slughorn is not unconvinced. You just didn't find the right method before. So it is naturally useful for you to drink the Felixir. But you will be able to respond to requests.
The powerful magic in the room connected to Hogwarts Castle is not so easy for you to break through. Giving the remaining part of this bottle of elixir to the members of the Order of the Phoenix who are fighting on the front line may save a few lives."
"Okay, you're right." Harry shrugged helplessly, but Ryan and the others present knew that he had definitely not given up on figuring out what Malfoy was doing.
The warm May has slipped away gently, and the Gryffindor Quidditch players are discussing tactics or training hard every day. Because they now have to win 300 points to win the Quidditch trophy. But this also won Ryan
A new order: His new concentration incense has received a large number of orders. According to Harry, since using these incense, the former team members' excessive anxiety and even nervous vomiting without warning have basically disappeared.
And the best part is that because incense became popular in the school, Madam Pomfrey found Ryan for safety reasons and asked him to submit samples for her to test. The test results were very good, and Madam Pomfrey not only believed that this
The product is a magical product that is beneficial to the human body. We even ordered a batch for the school hospital. This is a good advertisement for this incense.
Even at Ryan's suggestion, the Weasley twins sold the new incense together with the sleep-aid incense made by Ryan last year and the new concentration incense.
Advertising slogan for "light up incense to help you sleep soundly". Although such advertising slogan may seem a bit vulgar, it can be understood at a glance.
Soon the first book club party in early June began. All the members of the book club gathered together, but several members had new wounds. Since Ryan taught them the magic used in combat
, everyone practices very carefully. Naturally, some injuries are difficult to avoid.
"Neville, let me say it again, you really don't need to be so desperate." Ryan warned after looking at the palm-sized burn mark on Neville's left arm. "Even if we have a magic potion that can completely restore the wound, but
The pain after being burned is inevitable."
"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 must be more diligent than others.
That’s all.”
"——Okay, if this is your choice." Ryan thought for a while but did not continue to persuade. He just stood on the stage and announced that all members of the book club can buy enough at the cost price at the Weasley Joke Shop.
Healing potions for your own use.
"I hope everyone can survive this war safely." Looking at his classmate Ryan who cheered, he said silently in his heart.