The Wizard's Strange Passive Traits

It was 11 a. m. in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

Harry's sudden return startled Ron, and also brought Ryan's racing brain back to normal, making him revert to his mortal self.

"Harry, why are you back all of a sudden? Was it Filch or Snape?" Ron sat up abruptly.

"Are you so sure I've been caught?" Harry said irritably as he took off his Invisibility Cloak.

"How many points were deducted?" Ron climbed onto Harry's clothes, along with Scabbers.

"No points deducted." Harry pushed Ron's face away from where it was too close.

It has to be said that wizards are great. Some wizards with great potential who care about their clean and tidy appearance generally don't have bad breath or blackheads. Their subconscious will use magic to eliminate these problems.

Take Ron for example. Although he is mostly stupid, he doesn't have the bad habits of a typical white person, such as strong body odor, large pores, or bad breath, thanks to his good magical potential.

That's why Harry didn't complain about Ron's bad breath, since he didn't have it anyway.

So, the name Mudblood isn't entirely because Muggle-born considered dirty in the Middle Ages. It's more due to their lack of magical potential, coupled with poor hygiene at the time, which resulted in strong body odor, large pores, blackheads, and bad breath.

However, even being Pure-blood does not necessarily mean having good magical potential. There are Pure-blood wizard in Slytherin who have the same bad habits that Ryan just mentioned.

Otherwise, why would Ron have used "Troll" to describe most Slytherin in the original timeline? They did indeed have Troll- like unkempt appearance, just like their headmaster Snape, whose hair was always greasy.

Another possibility is that even someone with great magical potential might be slovenly.

That is a lack of self-confidence, a complete disregard for appearance, or a mistaken belief that these bad habits are normal physiological characteristics that everyone has.

First, a lack of self-confidence. This not only causes magic to work intermittently, but also makes one look unkempt. If one is also depressed, Muggle can usually manage it by exercising and eating and drinking well.

If one is a wizard, it is tantamount to casting a continuous curse on oneself, as was the case with Tom Riddle's mother, Merope Gaunt, which ultimately led to her death.

As a wizard, she shouldn't have done this.

Second, wizards who don't care about appearance. They simply look the same as their Muggle counterparts, and nothing else matters.

Third, this is mostly true among Muggle-born wizard, who mistakenly believe that blackheads, pimples, and bad breath are normal phenomena, which actually makes them lose their self-cleaning effect.

Wizarding families also have this problem, just like Weasley mistakenly believes that freckles are part of their bodies, normal, and even attractive—a bonus for them.

In conclusion, maintaining a positive attitude and being clean are far more reliable than learning any kind of magic.

Only a second had passed in the real world; what had just happened was merely Ryan's inner turmoil.

"No points deducted? Harry, did you discover the mirror is gone?" Ron guessed.

"No, I still got caught," Harry said dejectedly, collapsing onto the bed without washing up.

"A student?" Ron continued to guess.

"It was Professor Dumbledore, and he was here yesterday too, standing with us all night," Harry said, still shaken.

"Merlin's beard! I told you we shouldn't have gone. Harry, if you had listened to me, you wouldn't have—" Ron was interrupted by Harry before he could finish, "Well, if I hadn't gone, I probably wouldn't have seen the mirror."

"Professor Dumbledore said the mirrors will be moved to a new place tomorrow," Harry said dejectedly, burrowing deeper into his blankets.

"Ah, what a pity, I haven't seen enough of my future yet! -- Scabbers, are you alright?" Ron said indignantly, waving his hand and almost hitting Scabbers.

Next, Harry repeated what Dumbledore had said, and Ron felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, "Ha, not the future, but the so-called desire."

"Yeah, Harry is the rising star of Quidditch, shouldn't he be the captain?" Ron muttered under his breath.

"Ron, what did you say?" Harry didn't hear what Ron said, but he could tell from his expression that he was unhappy.

"It's nothing, I'm going to sleep." Ron buried his head under the pillow and pulled the bed curtains down.

During the remainder of the Christmas holidays, Harry managed to stop obsessing over the Mirror of Erised, but he was still quite listless.

Ron was even stranger; he would suddenly become irritable from time to time, just like he was on his period, his moods unpredictable.

Harry tried to distract Ron with his favorite game, Wizard's Chess, but it only managed to calm him down. Fortunately, as long as there was something to eat, Ron's sudden bad temper was easy to handle.

This Ron Harry's plans to study hard, which he had originally intended to pursue before going to the place where the Resurrection Stone was, as Ryan had mentioned.

Now, Harry has no choice but to indulge in the decadence with Ron. Chocolate Frog, Licorice Wand, Bertie Bott 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and kebabs that can be eaten in the common room fill their rest time.

Finally, just before Christmas was over, Harry found a new way to tame Ron's bad temper: reading comics— Doraemon.

However, only the most recent and newest ones are effective.

Ron had already read the previous books thoroughly, so they were no longer of any use to him. This made Harry hope that Skywalker would release a new book soon.

Meanwhile, the highly anticipated Skywalker, Ryan, is lying in bed doing nothing.

Aside from petting his cat and checking on his hamster at home, he's completely lost in his own thoughts. The Daydream Charm, a patented product developed by the Weasley Twins in Harry's sixth year in the original timeline, is something Ryan could easily master.

In the world he created, he played single-player games. Sometimes he was a dashing swordsman, sometimes a captain traversing the stars, and sometimes he even became Harry Potter, playing a one-to-one immersive game.

Finally, Christmas was almost over, and the return of Kate and Penelope interrupted Ryan's decadent lifestyle. He had to make time to be with the two of them, and his life became fulfilling again.

Harry, on the other hand, was subjected to even more rigorous training than before. The next match was on the Saturday of the second week after Christmas, between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Although Gryffindor time compared to their match against Hufflepuff the very first Saturday after Christmas, they still have plenty of time.

But Roger's absence, coupled with the fact that captain Jonny, the goalie, and the two Beater are all in their seventh year and won't be around next year.

In order to better train Harry, all the players returned to the school early, preparing to give Harry a good workout before the end of Christmas.

Thus, Harry, who was seen as the future captain, fell into the hell of studying and developed flying broomstick PTSD.

The only good news is that Ron, seeing Harry being trained, has also given up his desire to be the Quidditch team captain.

If becoming captain is this difficult, then forget it, Ron thought to himself as he watched Harry barely able to stand.