Ryan's "Story"

It's 5:30 in the Ravenclaw common room.

Harry and Hermione were red-faced with embarrassment. They wanted to bring up what had just happened, but as soon as the thought crossed their minds, their mouths went out of control, and only stammering sounds came out of their mouths.

"Harry, Hermione, you don't need to speak, just think it in your hearts," Ryan said.

"Ryan, how can you fly! And you can even carry us!" Harry thought in surprise. Harry was not the good-for-nothing middle school student in the original story. He knew very well that this ability was something that no student could do. He even had a vague suspicion that Dumbledore couldn't do it either.

"You really can fly, but the book says—" Hermione thought in surprise.

"Hermione, do you remember what I told you in Potions Class?" Ryan thought.

"The book was written by a wizard, and that wizard wasn't perfect either; he made mistakes too," Hermione thought.

Yes, that's right.

"Harry, Hermione, have you heard of the Terror Trips?" Ryan wondered.

"No," Harry and Hermione thought at the same time.

"Terror Trips is a wizarding travel agency located at Diagon Alley. If you are a young wizard and there are no adult wizards around, you can enjoy a luxury trip for 70 Galleon."

"From the Vampire Castle of Romania, the Zombie Trail of India, to Atlantis underwater," Ryan thought.

"70 Galleon? There are wizards living underwater? That's not mentioned in the books!" Hermione thought, her face showing surprise.

"Yes, I later discovered that there is an independent group of wizards living in the Bermuda Triangle. They are unwilling to be restricted by the Statute of Secrecy, but they also don't want to do anything stupid like conquering Muggle."

"After discovering Poseidon's city, they repaired it with the help of Merpeople, lived there in seclusion, and attracted new wizards with Terror Trips," Ryan thought.

"Ryan, how did you leave?" Harry wondered.

"He has a contract, a contract rooted in people's memories of Atlantis. He doesn't mind your departure because you can't reveal anything, just like you can't tell us everything that just happened."

"There, all the wizards don't work; they study magic, are self-sufficient, and are bound by contracts, unable to harm each other," Ryan thought.

"Then why don't they spread this covenant? Then there would be no more wars in the world," Hermione thought naively.

"The magic of this contract itself is limited. It is a contract rooted in people's hearts. Not everyone yearns for that kind of life. Inevitably, a large number of wizards will have doubts. If there are too many wizards like that, the contract will become invalid," Ryan explained to Harry and Hermione in his mind.

"True peace doesn't depend on everyone's efforts; education, laws, and administrative measures are all indispensable," Ryan thought.

"So, Ryan, is that where you learned your magic?" Hermione wondered.

"Yes, I'm going to Atlantis next weekend. Do you want to come?" Ryan asked.

"Okay," Hermione and Harry thought at the same time.

Around 6 o'clock, Ron and Neville strode into the lounge, carrying two packages filled with the things they had promised to bring.

"Ron, you're finally back. I almost couldn't stand it and wanted to go to the Great Hall for dinner," said the brown-skinned Terry Boot.

"Harry, look, my new wand, fourteen inches, willow, Unicorn Hair." After distributing the items, Ron took out the wand and carefully handed it to Harry.

"Mine is Cherry Wood, Unicorn Hair, eleven inches long, the same length as yours, Harry, and yours is too, Ryan," Neville said with equal delight. Ryan raised an eyebrow, surprised that Neville had secretly noticed him and his wand.

It's quite interesting, though, that all three children in the Prophecy have eleven-inch wands.

"Ron, your wand is so long! It's 14 inches long, just two inches shorter Hagrid's," Harry exclaimed, touching Ron's wand.

What Harry didn't know was that wands are normally 9 to 14 inches long.

Being shorter than 9 inches or longer than 14 inches implies some kind of extraordinary quality, as well as a defect.

Like Ryan's father, George Smith, whose wand was only 6 inches long, his magic was extremely unstable and full of explosive power, and his death was also due to an explosion.

Rubeus Hagrid Half-blood -Giant wizard.

Stone Hagrid I, born of a thunderstorm in House Hagrid, is Hercules, King of the Forbidden Forest Mentor in the Dark Forest, Controller of Giant Creatures, Mentor of the Mirkwood, Liberator, and descendant of the Dragon Lord. Only a 16-inch wand is worthy of him.

However, why would Ollivander let Harry try the 7-inch maple wand? Was it because Harry was nearsighted and he thought there was some kind of defect in him?

Wait, why is Ollivander emphasizing the materials and lengths of Hagrid's and his father's wands?

Ryan recently discovered that Ollivander doesn't mention the materials for every wizard's wand. Damn, is he secretly cursing someone by mentioning the length?

Ryan's divergent thoughts suddenly turned to the superstition that Holly Wood and Oak Wood are incompatible, which, in a sense, makes a lot of sense.

Sirius had Oak Wood wand, and then he was cursed to death by Bella in front of Harry, who had Holly Wood wand.

Harry also truly died once, in the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid with his Oak Wood wand was present.

When Harry was a baby, Sirius was imprisoned by him, and when they met again later, he was almost killed by Dementors.

Harry, still a baby, met Hagrid and was immediately sent to his aunt's house, where he suffered a miserable childhood.

In his first year, Hagrid nearly went to jail because of a dragon egg; in his second year, Hagrid was finally sent to Azkaban Harry; in his Third Year, Hagrid made another teaching mistake, and would have lost his teaching job if it weren't for Dumbledore; in his fourth year, Rita Skeeter discovered his Half-blood -Giant identity and revealed it; in his fifth year, he was expelled from school by Umbridge.

Well, that probably isn't true. At least Hagrid wasn't much of a problem in Harry's sixth and seventh years. It's unlikely that he adapted and then turned against Harry.

Ryan thought about it carefully, shook his head, and followed Harry and the others to the Great Hall for dinner.

Along the way, Ron and Neville kept touching their wands, as if trying to polish them until they were oily. Even when they encountered Malfoy, Ron had no mood to provoke him and even gave him a friendly smile.

This left Malfoy, who was initially shy and wanted to back out because of the previous "confession" incident, completely bewildered.

Then, after accidentally making eye contact with Harry, she ran away as if she had wings on her legs.

"Ron, tell me, what attitude should I take towards Malfoy from now on?" Harry asked quietly.

"What? Malfoy? He was just here?"

"Harry, don't ask me about this."

"I really want to call him an evil guy, a bad apple, but he already admitted it himself. I never expected him to be such a strange guy."

"Let's eat first, I'm hungry." Ron rubbed his stomach.

"Okay," Harry said.

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