The Fates

As a born god, a wizard who can distort reality with his mind, why has he now become a pathetic creature who can only perform tricks without his wand?

Forced by the development of Muggle, they are forced to live in seclusion.

This is all because of those old sixes that Ryan just mentioned.

Among the first group of wizards, those who possessed omnipotent powers, like the wizards of today, had their own strengths due to factors such as personality, mindset, and even bloodline.

Some of them are skilled at manipulating celestial phenomena, some are adept at changing themselves, and some can even control time as easily as eating and drinking.

After an unknown period of time, a group of wizards among these gods began to regard their respective strengths as their exclusive domain.

They placed curses on the wizards who were born afterward.

"My kingdom lies in the cracks of time, and no one who comes after me shall dare to overstep it."

"Flames are my limbs; if you wish to use the void to invoke my name!"

"Shadow is my palace!"

"To bring the dead back to life is a grave offense of disrespect!"

Some of these curses failed, but many more succeeded.

When Ryan was studying magic, he encountered several situations where things should have worked in theory, but inexplicably failed.

And this time was no exception.

Ryan's eyes turned cold, as if they contained an entire world within them.

The ethereal magic transformed into a spiderweb, enveloping his brain and then seeping into the depths of his thoughts.

In that vast galaxy, a giant god, outlined by countless stars, opened his eyes!

"Fate is our right. Those who touch fate will..." As Ryan regained his true self, under his 'thinking' in this mode, three intermittent female voices, aged, clear, and childlike, emerged from the river of fate.

"The Fates representing the past, present, and future?"

"They really are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong." Ryan was speechless.

These deadbeats always like to cause trouble.

Ryan has been eyeing destiny for a long time.

Last time, we found Webber Boot through the Muggle name William Soward Webber.

At that time, however, the so-called curse did not have any effect.

It is aimed at ordinary wizards who want to explore higher realms through experimentation.

They turned a blind eye to someone as close to a god as Ryan.

Curses are disgusting; even ordinary curses, or those at Voldemort's level, will fade away with their death.

But facing the unclean spirits and wizards, it means that unless they cancel it themselves, it will exist forever.

"I misjudged the Department of Mysteries," Ryan suddenly exclaimed.

With so many old sixes around, it's perfectly normal that their research won't yield any results.

Ryan waved his wand, and beams of golden magic shot from the tip of his pale wand, flying toward the still-functioning Magic Array.

Hiss! The golden liquid in the crucible began to swirl towards the center, endlessly, as if a hole had appeared in the bottom of the crucible.

"It's done!"

"Felix Felicis – the Eternal Elixir." Ryan waved his wand again, and five clean crystal bottles suddenly appeared in the air, golden liquid gushing from the bottom of the bottles.

"Jack!" With Ryan's shout, the House-elf Jack appeared beside Ryan with a fanatical expression and subconsciously glared at the chief god.

"Young Master, shall we proceed as usual?" Jack knew where the crystal bottles should be just by looking at their number.

"Hmm." Ryan nodded, and Jack disappeared from the spot with the crystal bottle in his arms.

The owners of these five bottles of Felix Felicis are Penelope, Kate, Phoebe, Hermione, and Luna.

As for the side effects caused by their excessive consumption due to curiosity?

Those who constantly think of Ryan have a relationship with Ryan that is similar to that of a believer and a god. Ryan's power will automatically smooth over the side effects of the potion they drink.

They also couldn't create a chaotic scene through the sudden increase in luck from drinking Felix Felicis.

With Ryan automatically pointing to the right power and his blessing, fate will unfold in the direction he desires.

However, Ryan did not offer his blessing to Harry and his friends.

Because if such a blessing truly existed, it would mean that the movie "Harry Potter and the Real the Chosen One" would become a bland and tasteless puppet show.

Then what's the point of him going to school?

Thinking this, Ryan turned around and plunged back into the gray membrane, appearing in the empty dormitory.

At this moment, Harry should be at the Quidditch Pitch testing his new body with Ginny.

While Ron and Draco were watching Hephaestus, Ron used what he had learned in Moon City to prepare a surprise for Fred and George.

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, as Harry got up to take his medicine and exercise.

Ron also got up early.

With Ginny as their inside man, Ron already knew how and when they would return—by train, at 7 a. m.

So, in the cold wind and morning mist, Ron, wrapped in a fur cloak and clutching his wand tightly, walked shakily toward the train station.

Ryan was shrouded in mist, floating high in the air, as if there was an invisible chain between him and Ron, swaying with Ron's future.

"That's amazing! Only Ron could do that!" Ryan never expected Ron to do something like that.

He did not choose to wait patiently at the gates of Hogwarts, or to guard the path Fred and George would inevitably take.

Instead, he stubbornly headed towards Hogsmeade Station.

Under Ryan's watchful eye, Ron walked out of the castle and along the lakeside path, heading towards the path that Hogwarts students needed to take a carriage to arrive on time.

He passed through a magnificent cast-iron gate, flanked by numerous stone pillars, and at the top of each pillar were winged wild boars.

After an unknown amount of time, Ron sat up in the woods beside the small platform.

On the tracks and platform, a dark red steam locomotive is parked beside an empty platform.

Familiar faces emerged from the locomotive.

Ron stared wide-eyed at every body that could possibly belong to Fred and George.

Ron paid no attention to the mud on his robe or the black grime that filled his fingers from his excitement.

He had never forgotten the pain of being set up on a blind date and being abandoned by Fred and George.

In the past few days, he has been using the knowledge he learned from "The Magic of Emotions" to fill a seemingly ordinary spell with all the pain and resentment he has felt.

He knew he could ambush them at the gates of Hogwarts, but Fred and George were certainly prepared.

So now he lies in ambush in a place that Fred and George would never even imagine.

They never imagined that he would go so far just to get revenge for getting up early.

Moreover, the time of their arrival should, in their minds, be a secret known only to the two of them, Percy and Ginny.

They wouldn't instinctively dodge an ordinary spell.