Time's Up

"Oops!" In the Thayer Library, Ryan blinked and pretended to be annoyed, raising his fist to tap his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Harry, who had already copied the entire book onto parchment, looked up and asked.

"Voldemort is dead again." Ryan raised an eyebrow, his gaze undisguisedly fixed on Harry's scar.

"Again?"

"So you knew about my previous dreams? That's right, how could I not have hidden it from you when I got up in the middle of the night? But why?" Harry seemed a little flustered for a moment, and subconsciously rubbed his forehead.

If things follow the usual pattern, Voldemort's death will once again plunge him into that strange state.

This made him overlook the strange behavior of Ron and Ginny beside him.

They seemed to ignore Ryan's question.

"It seems—your connection with Voldemort can be weakened by physical distance." Ryan clenched his right fist and slammed it into his palm, as if suddenly realizing something.

"Then you could take Voldemort to the moon and kill him— the Horcrux wouldn't work then." Harry was very excited and slammed his hand on the table.

After he himself became a powerful wizard, he came to a deep understanding of the true value of the magic that Ryan used in his daily life.

In his view, Voldemort might not be a match for Ryan in a head-on confrontation.

If only Ryan were really willing to help.

"Distance only weakens the signal between you and him."

"Even if you're on the moon, you're still his Horcrux."

"The immortality that the Horcrux granted him is not similar to the relationship between a base station and a signal."

"Instead, it is closer to an ethereal concept—cause and effect."

"As long as one of his Horcrux still exists, he, as the current Horcrux master, retains the possibility of being resurrected and returning." Ryan held up his right index finger and waved it, indicating that Harry's idea was unrealistic.

"Is this something I can say?" Harry quickly looked at Ron and the others.

Ron and his friends, however, acted strangely, as if they were possessed, completely absorbed in the world of the book and oblivious to the outside world.

"Don't look at me, this is their instinct, their instinct to strengthen themselves."

"The contents of these two books are to them what your love at first sight with Ginny was like."

"You're not reacting because you're already perfect; all you need to do is tap into your potential."

"Your book is to you what lifting weights and carrying heavy loads are like."

"You might be obsessed with Ginny, but you wouldn't be lustful for an inanimate object, would you?" Ryan shrugged, seeing Harry's puzzled look.

Harry gave an awkward laugh upon hearing Ryan's whimsical analogy.

"Wait... you... we're on the moon!"

"How can you sense what's happening on Earth?" Harry couldn't help but take a few steps back.

If we calculate it that way, if Ryan wanted to, even if he spoke ill of Ryan on Privet Drive, Ryan would be able to hear it.

And everything they just did in Moon City.

He suddenly understood why he had been so unlucky lately.

The fact that news of his marriage spread so quickly suggests that Ryan might have been behind it.

It's worth noting that Rita Skeeter II, Kate Lewinster, was also one of Ryan's girlfriends.

He sensed something was off about their relationship during his trip to Atlantis.

Harry shook his head, realizing that continuing to think like this was dangerous and that Ryan might see through his thoughts.

In short, this was very simple for Kate.

"You're talking badly about me." Ryan squinted, looking at Harry with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

"No, no, by the way, I was thinking that if I knew the contents of that book you recommended, would I become a wizard killer like the Hidebehind?" Harry quickly shook his head like a rattle-drum, denying it immediately.

He dared not ask about Ryan's perception range any further, so he had to find a topic to talk about.

"Wizard Slayer? Hidebehind?"

"Why did you mention it?" Seeing Harry feign ignorance, Ryan played along, pretending to know nothing.

Yes, he knew nothing. Harry and the others lingered in front of a shop because of the Hidebehind, discussing something.

How could he know?

He's not a voyeur.

As a reliable young man from the city in the 21st century, Ryan thought to himself.

Aren't most wizards delicate and frail?

"Their spells can be dodged as long as you move nimbly."

"The Hidebehind are wizard killers specifically created by Demiguise and Ghoul out of hatred for wizards."

"Its ever-changing form makes it impossible for wizards' spells to hit."

"Furthermore, its innate nature to ambush from the blind spots of living beings means that wizards don't even have time to cast spells to react."

"If it's not a wizard killer, then who is?"

"And after I strengthen my physique through 'The Forging of a Mighty Heart,' combined with my reflexes, I might be able to defeat a wizard one-on-one without magic," Harry said confidently.

Ryan couldn't help but show a strange expression.

Is this a case of great minds thinking alike?

Ryan thought the same thing when he first transmigrated here.

"But Isolt Sayre is truly amazing; he actually came up with such incredible magic," Harry continued to marvel.

"Wait, Harry, didn't Ryan just say that this book was written by her husband James Stuart?" Ron, who was the least gifted and the most restless of the three and had woken up earlier, chimed in.

"You—you must be mistaken. Ryan said this book contains the secret to living a healthy life to over a hundred years old." Harry almost blurted out the secret of the book they had just been engrossed in reading, but stopped himself in time.

He waved the Magic Book in his hand wildly, trying to draw Ron's attention to it.

"Tell me about it, Harry." Ron raised his right hand and rested his head on it, indicating that he wanted to listen carefully.

"The contents of this book are closer to magical Transfiguration, directly using magic to control the body, and the Potions that I am best at."

"It analyzes the structure of the dragon's heart step by step and perfectly integrates it into the human body."

"And how to concoct a Potions to replace the blood in the body," Harry said, becoming more and more enthusiastic.

"Harry, if you don't want to skip all this horrible stuff, I still prefer the original me." Ron lowered his right hand, leaned back in his chair, and shrank his neck.

"Well," Harry licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, "these were all created by Isolt Sayre so that her husband could have the same lifespan as a wizard, and a body that would remain healthy and unharmed by certain prank spells (ordinary prank spells are equivalent to curses to Muggle)."

"What were you talking about?" Ginny woke up at just the right moment. As for why she said "just the right moment."

"Alright, time's up." Ryan took out a pocket watch, and the time on it was already the agreed time—six o'clock.