Hamster Wheel PhD

At 9:55, Ryan was in the abandoned classroom on the 6th floor, looking at the two people in front of him who were like headless flies.

After Ron stood in the Mirror of Erised, Harry's expression suddenly changed. He tried to push Ron away, but Ron's feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and he didn't move.

"Ron, get out of the way! My mom and dad are gone!" Harry said.

"Look, is that me?" Ron muttered to himself in a daze, as if Harry's shoving hadn't happened at all. But then again, Ron's power level was already 7, and at only 11 years old, he was already close to the adult and normal wizard limit of 10.

Harry's strength is only 4, and even after all this time, even at Hogwarts, his strength hasn't improved. No, perhaps it's precisely because he's at Hogwarts that he's like this.

After all, he wasn't working like House-elf anymore. Even though he was eating well, Harry admitted that the Dursley family had simply never let him eat too much.

And this standard of "overeating," not counting the later weight loss for Dudley, should actually be considered the amount of food a normal person eats. After all, Vernon Dursley was overweight, as was Dudley, and their Aunt Marge was too. By that calculation, Petunia probably ate quite a lot as well, so what they considered "overeating" was probably not a small amount.

Meanwhile, while Harry was catching his breath, Ron seemed to have come to his senses. He threw off the blanket and struck various poses that he thought were very cool, even spinning around in place.

"Can you see your family all around you?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh.

"No—it's just me—but it's different now—I seem to have grown up a bit—I'm still the Head Boy!" Ron smoothed his hair, trying to make it neater and more befitting his status. But Ron was still not satisfied, and even considered using his fingers to lick his hair to style it, but perhaps because Harry was there, he gave up.

"What?" Harry exclaimed in surprise, his jaw dropping.

"I—I'm wearing the kind of badge Bill used to wear—and holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup —I'm captain of the Quidditch team!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, holding up the invisible trophy and turning his head reluctantly to Harry. "Don't you think this mirror foreshadows the future?"

"How could that be? My whole family is dead... Let me see..." Harry denied, then tried to push Ron away, but muttered to himself, "Wait, it's not impossible— the Resurrection Stone?"

Ryan quickly waved his wand, altering Harry's last words, since Dumbledore couldn't know Harry knew about the Deathly Hallows yet.

However, he immediately realized that he had only added unnecessary details.

Dumbledore is probably not listening in right now, or he can only monitor the screen.

Ryan had made a pact regarding the Deathly Hallows and Atlantis, and if a third person could hear (Harry was speaking in a low voice, Ron couldn't hear him), Harry would never have uttered the word "Resurrection Stone."

Ron, however, behaved differently this time than in the original timeline. Since they would be staying all night, Ron didn't fight with Harry for a spot. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up his place, saying, "Okay, there's still a whole night to go."

"I'm going to sleep now. Wake me up when you're ready to sleep, and then I'll admire my future glory!" Ron found a corner, wrapped himself in the blanket, and went to sleep.

That's ridiculous. Ron can always fall asleep, no matter where he is.

Harry nodded, then looked at the mirror and began to caress it as if possessed.

Seeing that there was nothing more to see, Ryan disappeared from the spot.

In a room at Smith Castle in Nottingham Forest, Hamster Wheel PhD is happily drinking water.

Ryan appeared outside the door, followed by the House-elf Jack, who took the black cat Jerry from him.

Ryan is here for a pet ritual, just like Jerry was born. Hamster Wheel PhD should be the same as Jerry.

Before designing the Moon Mirage Body, Ryan had considered whether to destroy the Horcrux himself once he was beyond fear of level 7 wizards, who were known as gods. But then he thought that in this world, even a piece of toilet paper had its uses, so it would be such a waste to simply destroy the Horcrux.

And so, Jerry, the spirit of Fiendfyre, was born.

The nemesis of Horcrux is the Basilisk Fang and Fiendfyre.

Under Ryan's design, he adopted a pure black tabby cat with a feline incurable disease, extracted Fiendfyre and the concept of Horcrux, and spent 10 hours of uninterrupted magical output, and a new Care of Magical Creatures was born.

It is not picky about food and will eat anything, which makes it more like Phoenix. However, the Horcrux is the food for its growth.

Without the soul of a wicked wizard or the nourishment of Horcrux, it will remain only the size of a palm.

Today, Hamster Wheel PhD, Ryan plans to use a different approach. This idea comes from Dementors. After the ritual, Hamster Wheel PhD will have the ability to absorb the wizard's complex emotions. With it by his side, he won't be able to think about anything else or lose focus.

In this way, it will also have a long life. The most painful thing about keeping a pet is the separation of life and death, and since Ryan has the ability, he should prevent this.

Hamster Wheel PhD suddenly fell asleep, and in his dream, azure runes continuously flowed from Ryan's wand.

Time flew by, and the next day arrived quickly.

When Ryan returned to his Hogwarts dormitory, he found that Harry and Ron had not yet returned.

Extending the thought, Harry had already fallen asleep, while Ron looked as if he had just woken up, constantly changing poses in front of the Mirror of Erised, his fiery red hair glistening with a few drops of water.

Harry didn't wake up until almost 10 o'clock. He and Ron packed their things, looking like they had just finished breakfast in the Great Hall and were heading to the common room. Even though no one was around, it was unclear who they were pretending to be.

In the common room, by the fire, Harry and Ron sat in armchairs, eating bread, flatbread, and mushrooms skewered with a fork, chatting as they went.

Want to play chess?

Why don't we go down and check on Hagrid?

"I know what you're thinking, Harry. You're thinking about that mirror. Don't go there tonight." Ron asked Harry three times, and each time he received a negative answer.

Ron has now had his fill of pleasure and is in a state similar to a sage, appearing completely uninterested in the Magic Mirror and forgetting just how obsessed he was with it.

"Why?" Harry asked, still wanting to see his family.

"Okay, to be honest, my neck feels like it's about to give me a stiff neck, the floor is too hard, I want to sleep in the bed," Ron said honestly.

"Alright, we don't have to stay there until dawn. It's been three days already. Surely Filch and Professor Snape won't be blocking the door any longer."

"We didn't leave any trace yesterday," Harry advised.

"No, Harry, I still think it's too dangerous, and my back can't take it. I won't go tonight; I'll go with you tomorrow." After thinking it over, Ron still refused.