Loudmouth Ron

As Luna continued to bombard Ryan with information about the dangers of the Malfoy family and the legendary Deathly Hallows, Ryan kept his eyes glued to her, her voice growing softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"Ryan, do you have any questions for me?" Luna couldn't help but toss her hair and glance at her reflection in the glass window out of the corner of her eye, wondering if something looked off.

"I'm wondering, how does Luna know so much?" Ryan looked at Luna's unconsciously pouting lips. The oil from eating too fast because she was so hungry looked like natural lip gloss, making them especially attractive.

"Oh dear! How could this happen? It's all Nagini's fault for corrupting me!" Ryan complained inwardly.

"Because I love reading!...I want to be Ravenclaw ...just like my mom and dad." Luna's voice trailed off at the end, but the next second, she perked up and said in a singing voice, "Exceptional intelligence is a man's greatest asset."

"A very good choice. I am the little wizard of Ravenclaw," Ryan said.

He didn't ask Luna's parents; anyone with eyes wouldn't bring that up.

Luna's performance just now made it very clear.

He's not Ron.

Ryan couldn't help but feel relieved that he wasn't with Ron. Otherwise, it would probably have been quite a disappointment.

However, Ryan was quite surprised that Hermione hadn't noticed the compartment.

He clearly gave Hermione the green light; Hermione must have known Ryan was in that strange, unnoticed cubicle.

Meanwhile, Hermione was also thinking of Ryan.

It was outside a compartment at the very end of the carriage, where Hermione, with her brown hair and rat teeth, was standing furtively.

Ron's voice came from the cubicle.

The voice was very loud, but the person who made it seemed unaware of how loud their voice was or how astonishing the content of their words was!

"My mother was furious—because Lockhart had been arrested, and on top of that we were going to buy the book written by Voldemort."

"You know, that costs one Galleons!"

"But my dad really likes it—that's only because he doesn't know the author is Voldemort," Ron said, waving a book around.

He was standing next to Harry and Draco.

The cubicle they were in was more like a pile of snacks than a proper cubicle.

The compartment was filled with Licorice Wand, Bertie Bott 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frog, and all sorts of other strange and wonderful snacks.

A gray-haired mouse Scabbers lay on a Pumpkin Pasty, licking it every now and then.

"I think Voldemort is more terrifying."

"Like the Voldemort we know, he was ignorant, arrogant, and even made some ridiculous mistakes in placing the 'heart' in the magical trap."

"Moreover, he has the stubbornness that is typical of his age. He has not learned anything from his failures. His ideas, thinking and attitudes are no different from those before his failures."

"But this Voldemort was very humble, completely different. He was even willing to learn things that he looked down on Muggle."

"And judging from the contents of this book, he is far more advanced than most wizards today. I think he's even comparable to Ron's father," Harry muttered to himself, flipping through the book as if unwilling to give up.

It seems they're trying to find some ridiculous ideas in it.

However, it is completely different from the content of normal Muggle Studies, which only focus on teaching wizard Muggle how to dress, how to ride trains and buses, and even how to use electrical appliances.

If the normal Muggle Studies teaches a wizard how to act like a real Muggle in the Muggle world without making mistakes, then this Muggle knowledge, which is called the Defense Against the Dark Arts, truly reminds wizards of the real appearance of Muggle items through data.

How fast can the most advanced trains be? Let's compare them to the Nimbus 2001.

The more he read the book, the more he saw a figure in it—a person he knew in order to understand Dumbledore — Gellert Grindelwald!

This Dark Lord is completely different from Voldemort. Although Voldemort also roamed all over Europe, he was more like a terrorist, causing destruction everywhere.

This Grindelwald did only one thing: give speeches, use his force to make people listen patiently, and if they refused to listen, he would imprison or even kill those Grindelwald judged to be a threat to his career.

He simply told the truth: the fact that the Wizarding World had been surpassed by Muggle in some respects, and his concerns about the future.

His heterochromatic eyes, which allow him to see the future, further enhanced his words.

It's fair to say that if he hadn't been in such a hurry and had instead taken a gradual approach, the Statute of Secrecy would probably have disappeared long ago, and wizards would have faced the prospect of either ruling the world or, if they failed, having the world reduced to ruins by Muggle leaders using powerful weapons.

And Voldemort, this youthful version of Voldemort is exactly the same as him.

No, this Voldemort understands Muggle better, and he's more humble!

Moreover, he chose to become a professor. If he chooses to teach his ideas at Hogwarts, will the Wizarding World be able to maintain its current status quo a few years later?

What's even more frightening is, if Dumbledore hadn't stopped it, would that mean...?

Seeing Harry's worried expression, Draco couldn't help but comfort him, "What happened last year, and all the great things Dumbledore has done, prove that he doesn't make mistakes."

"I believe that Voldemort becoming Professor, just like the Voldemort's Soul Fragment attaching to Quirrell's head last year, is all within Dumbledore's control."

Ron, however, dismissed Scabbers with a "Go away!" and nonchalantly picked up the Pumpkin Pasty Scabbers had crawled and licked.

He seemed indifferent.

"Harry, I use Draco's method in this respect as well."

"If we discover the facts but do not deal with them, and only try to cover them up, it will only make the potential disaster bigger and more difficult to control."

"This is the same principle as when I was a child, my family couldn't afford Dittany, so when I was injured, my mother would remove the rotten parts and then heal me with magic."

"My father is such a great man. He's trying to remove the rotten flesh from the entire Wizarding World and using the Dittany of secretly modifying Muggle tools to heal its wounds," Ron remarked, chewing on a pie.

"You really are Ron!" Harry and Draco exclaimed in unison.

"What the hell!"

"I'm Ravenclaw student too!"

"The only one in the Weasley family!" Ron said, half proudly and half doubtfully.

Hermione, standing outside the cubicle, looked terrified!

The reason she didn't go to the room that seemed suspicious, the room with Ryan, was because she overheard Ron saying that Voldemort wanted to become the professor as she got into the car.

She thought Ron was just going through the motions as usual, she never expected this— Dumbledore seemed to have made a young Voldemort the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor!

"Ryan, what should I do?" Hermione couldn't help but think.