Side Effects

For Ryan now, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening is just his daily routine.

It was even more outrageous for him.

During his long-awaited free time, he possessed the physical ability to instantly reach the moon, meaning he could be at Hogwarts in the Scottish Highlands one second and in Paris, France the next.

Physical distance is of no value to Ryan; he can appear anywhere on Earth if he wants.

This afternoon, Ryan returned to NEW EAST, the coffee shop he used to run in order to study wizards, located opposite the red telephone booth and the outdoor elevator of the Ministry of Magic.

Here, he unexpectedly encountered his former research subject again—Finney Dax.

The conversations between Dax and the others in his shop and in the elevator made Ryan realize Grindelwald's deeper meaning.

Why did he kill those young wizards who had just followed Voldemort and had not yet committed any real crimes?

After actually arriving in this world, Ryan did learn about Grindelwald.

He is actually someone who doesn't like killing.

Nurmengard was created for this purpose, to imprison his opponents.

But this time, he changed his usual style.

While the answers from the other three prominent figures besides Dax may seem absurd, they cannot be said to be entirely unrelated.

Grindelwald's killings were all for Dumbledore.

In his eyes, as long as these conservative yet important young people are around, the positive changes that exist in the Wizarding World will be slowed down or even destroyed by them.

Because he knew Dumbledore was a good person and wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it.

Grindelwald was unaware of Riddle's existence.

And now, the development of the wizarding world, or rather the changes in the Ministry of Magic, has indeed been altered by the deaths of those few young cancers.

As the career paths become clearer, there will be more and more busy people like Hugh among the Ministry of Ministry of Magic employees.

The Ministry of Magic, this bloated institution, has begun to regain its vitality.

"Then I'll do more practical things from now on! Now that we don't have to worry about causing trouble, I feel like I'm back to when I first graduated." When they reached the second floor, Dax, who had just parted ways with Wayne and Hugh who were going to the fourth floor, had hope in his eyes.

"Dumbledore!" Dick looked at the sun on the magical ceiling, which was slowly rising.

It was the day before the Christmas holidays were about to end. In Ravenclaw's dormitory, Harry was working on a Potions, which was bubbling away.

As Harry stirred and muttered strange incantations, the curry-yellow liquid in the cauldron began to clear and turn silvery-white.

"Alright!"

"If I keep taking it continuously for one hundred days, my blood will be replaced by this Potions, and my body will undergo earth-shattering changes." Harry, still with dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes, trembled with excitement.

"You really want to drink this stuff?"

"Harry, think about it!"

"Drinking this is such a hassle. You'll have to get up at six every morning, do a ridiculous dance, and recite a long incantation, and you can't make a mistake."

"If you are wrong, the time will be extended again, and you will have to drink the Potions for one more day."

"At best, it will make you feel a little better."

"But the problem is, we have Dittany for healing, Supersensory Charm for perception, and various Protective Charm for defense. You really don't need this." Ron looked at the pot of Potions in front of Harry with disgust.

It might look beautiful now, like more transparent Unicorn Blood.

But before that, besides some normal Potions ingredients, Harry had added countless strange and unusual ingredients, such as fresh slugs, toad livers, and rat eyes, which were considered normal in the potion.

Ron never imagined that Harry would dare to drink this stuff, especially since it was said to replace his blood.

"But that's not all."

"It will ensure that my body is always at its peak and that I am not tormented by illness."

"My body as a whole will be strengthened, especially my resistance to spells will be enhanced, not to mention my already superhuman reaction speed."

"Ron, is there a better deal than this? Get up early and drink Potions?" Harry said, waving his wand.

A silvery-white, translucent liquid flowed from the cauldron as the wand was pulled, filling the empty bottles that Harry had prepared in front of him.

"Very good."

"You don't have to get up at 6 a. m. for your first Potions, nor do you need to dance or chant a spell." Harry picked up a bottle full of Potions and drank it all in one gulp.

That's strange.

It didn't feel like I was drinking any liquid at all.

The Potions transformed into a cool sensation the moment it was swallowed and swallowed.

The feeling started in Harry's heart and spread to his limbs, all the way to the tips of his hair.

"What just happened to me?" Harry looked at Ron, Ron was staring at him in disbelief.

"You are glowing."

"I thought I was seeing things," Ron stammered.

"Maybe, I think I can do more." Harry shook his head dismissively, stretching out his fingers and finding them much more responsive.

Harry tossed the wand in his hand, then casually twisted his index finger and thumb, causing the wand to spin freely between his fingers before settling steadily on his fingertip.

"Merlin's pants!"

"How did you—" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

Harry flicked his wrist upwards, the wand slipped from his fingertips, and with a casual grab of his right hand, the wand reappeared in his grasp.

"It seems the physical modifications are starting to show results." Harry smiled, the bottles of Potions gleaming in the sunlight like Quidditch trophies.

Now, what can Dudley use to fight him?

"Oh, looks like you succeeded." A clear voice came from behind Harry. He turned around, but there was no one there.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Ryan was standing in front of him, holding up a vial of Potions and examining it in the sunlight streaming in from the window.

"Ryan, is Harry's Potions okay?" Ron's throat bobbed, his face pale.

He seemed more nervous than Harry, the one in question.

"How could there be a problem?"

"Potions are my specialty," Harry said, waving his hand impatiently.

"Very nice."

"However—" Ryan drawled, keeping everyone in suspense.

"But what?" Ron asked quickly.

"But the Fire Salamander blood Harry bought was of such high quality."

"The Fire Salamander of today and those of that era, due to advancements in breeding techniques, are now practically two different species in appearance," Ryan paused.

As Harry couldn't help but feel a little worried, Ryan said, "However, the side effects are not significant. Similar to Felix Felicis, it can make people act a little arrogant."

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