Changes After the Holidays

Before we knew it, Christmas had passed.

Harry finally escaped the hell of Quidditch and began a new, uneventful school life.

However, after Christmas, Harry keenly noticed the change. It was strange; how could things have changed in just two weeks of vacation?

First, his roommate Ryan suddenly put on a pair of gloves.

Well, although Ryan looks good in anything, those gloves were too rough and completely out of character with his usual style, like a black dot on a white sheet of paper.

Hermione, however, doesn't know why she's been blushing lately.

Secondly, Professor Quirrell's flavor.

During Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry noticed that Professor Quirrell's scent had become more complex. If it used to be a mixture of garlic and rotten eggs, now it also had the added smell of a stinky sock fermenting in a basin of water for over a week.

His face grew paler and paler, and his stuttering became even more natural.

Thirdly, the brooms for Flying Class were replaced.

During his Flying Class on Wednesday afternoon, Harry was surprised to find that his broom had been replaced with the original Nimbus 1000 broom instead of the Meteor Broom. Could it be that Madam Hooch really reported Dudley's broken broom and used it as an excuse to request an upgrade?

At the time, under everyone's questioning, Madam Hooch didn't say anything, but everyone except Harry himself, Ryan, Hermione, and others treated Dudley much better.

Harry's own reasons for being like that are self-evident, while Ryan and Hermione's reasons are undoubtedly because they were never interested in flying brooms in the first place.

But Ron's behavior made Harry a little uncomfortable, even though he knew very well about Ron's relationship with Dudley.

"Harry, Dudley wasn't that bad after he enrolled. This is Nimbus, you know, I've never even touched it." That's how Ron defended his friendliness towards Dudley.

Harry's other roommates, Neville and Harry's fan Anthony, didn't know much about Harry and Dudley's relationship, which Harry could understand to some extent.

But what really fueled the fire was Dudley's behavior. He didn't take pride in it or show any bad qualities, which made it even harder for Harry to find an excuse to vent his anger.

Even after class, he kindly gave him his Christmas present, a toy race car.

He also thoughtfully considered that since the electrical appliances at Hogwarts couldn't be used, this little car was powered by an internal mechanism. You could insert the little figure into the seat, and after a few turns, it could travel several meters on flat ground.

This gift was something his aunt and uncle would never have imagined, and would never have given him.

If Dudley hadn't become a wizard, he would have received a Christmas present this year. I'm not referring to this belated gift; it would probably be something like a fifty-pence coin—cheap and requiring no effort.

Harry knew very well that Dudley must have played a part in making this toy race car.

This left Harry with no outlet for his anger, forcing him to immerse himself in learning spells.

In addition, Ron took the toy car and played with it out of interest.

Ryan, standing nearby, remarked, "No wonder he's Arthur Weasley's son." Ron actually shares the same hobby as his father, as evidenced by his interest in still photographs.

However, on the other hand, Arthur has a penchant for Muggle items, and he often spends money on them, even after being scolded by Molly Weasley, he continues to indulge in them.

This caused Ron, who already lacked confidence and was subservient to authority (his mother), to suppress his feelings and shift his interests to Quidditch and Wizard's Chess, hobbies that could earn him money and were respectable in the future.

Meanwhile, Ryan also discovered something: Jack informed them through the Chief God that their Potions sales channels had been temporarily shut down because the Hogwarts Potions Class professor, the Head of Slytherin, felt that the Potions were being made quickly and efficiently, which might indicate quality issues.

Good heavens, I was sitting on the ground when a pot fell from the sky.

This Snape probably doesn't know how many eyes the King of Horses has!

So Ryan took ten minutes to work overtime and created the photos—all of Lily Evans' photos from childhood to adulthood, with James Potter photoshopped next to her, and a pouty version of Snape with a princess-cut hairstyle as a comedic character.

These photos were enchanted by Ryan to be indestructible and stuck firmly to the wall of Snape's office; in any case, Snape couldn't possibly take them down.

As for what happened next, Ryan only heard that Snape was going to buy new Potions and had moved to a different office.

Fudge, who directly ordered the closure of Ryan's channels, accidentally teleported to the wrong location while using the Portkey to take a bus home. He was beaten by an unknown righteous person in the wilderness and Transfiguration into a stray dog.

It wasn't until about three days later, when the Ministry of Magic employees suddenly realized that their office was more efficient, that they discovered Fudge's disappearance and found him at 2 a. m.

Meanwhile, other Ministry of Magic employees who wanted to profit from the raid on the Ryan family's store found themselves in trouble, being reported without their knowledge and losing their jobs.

This is the oldest version of Smith's hand. The seemingly unknown Smith didn't even need Ryan to take action; the Minister for Magic and some powerful employees of the Ministry of Magic were taken care of just like that.

This surprised even Ryan himself.

Just as Fudge was being turned back to his original form and sent to St. Mungo's's, Snape was trying every means to destroy the existence of James in the photograph, Quirrell was also complaining to his master.

"Master! My salary has suddenly been stopped! Why now? I just gave Mundungus a large sum of Galleons!" Quirrell exclaimed, his face pale. "Has Dumbledore discovered something?"

"Don't worry, you should understand how hypocritical our headmaster Dumbledore is. He seems weak, so much so that some Tom, Dick, and Harry dare to ride on him and pee on him."

"This time it's just that the Minister for Magic using administrative means to test the waters, and there might even be my servant Lucius, whose loyalty I don't know, involved."

"Besides, do you really think Dumbledore didn't notice me? He just wanted to keep me under his watchful eye the whole time."

"However, this prevented him from keeping an eye on other things, and that's why he probably made some mistake, which led to the Minister for Magic taking action. It's ridiculous that Magic Is Might, and a lion is being coerced by a sheep!" A cold and sharp voice came from Quirrell's body, but Quirrell's lips did not move at all.

"But, Master, even your humble servant can't buy those cheap and effective Potions."

"Could it be that Dumbledore and Fudge teamed up—" Quirrell said cautiously, before being interrupted by a voice inside him, "Ridiculous, you idiot!"

"Dumbledore had no reason to do this; I know him very well," the mysterious voice said. Little did he know that Dumbledore simply wanted to use this opportunity to arrange a meeting between Harry and Voldemort.

Voldemort, who didn't know Harry was one of his Horcrux, naturally couldn't have guessed, especially since he knew Dumbledore very well and had his intelligence diminished due to having too many Horcrux.