Occlumency

"That is indeed quite difficult."

"But inhumane?"

"Is it the 'relying on others' thing you just mentioned?" Harry stroked his chin, asking with interest.

"Good, you haven't been corrupted by Ron."

"What I just said was how I learned the Occlumency. Ordinary people—like you, even those described in books—all rely on others."

"By having someone you trust most brutally invade your brain and peer into your memories that you least want others to know, you develop resistance."

"By the way, it's best not to have these kinds of intrusions too frequently. For impulsive guys like Ron and you, it's best to only have one intrusion per day."

"In addition, you should eliminate all emotions before going to bed every night—keep your mind blank and calm to recharge," Ryan said directly.

Hey! What do you mean by mediocre person!

"What did I do to corrupt Harry?" Ron grumbled.

"I acted impulsively?" Harry, who prided himself on being a calm and Wisdom Ravenclaw, was completely bewildered.

"Just as impulsive as you, Harry is still impulsive now, but he's obviously more restrained, which makes him always understand the unspoken meaning in my words."

"As for mediocre people—aren't they compared to me?" Ryan didn't answer Harry's question himself.

To Ryan, Harry's comment was merely a momentary surprise.

Whether Harry acted impulsively in the original timeline is self-evident.

Harry now, Harry from Ravenclaw still shows his emotional side. In the last school year, he broke into the bathroom to try to save Draco, Crabbe, Goyle from being surrounded by Troll.

In the secret passage leading to the Third Floor Corridor, Harry insisted on confronting Voldemort alone.

At the Black Family Manor, Draco and the others head to the place where Voldemort Locket.

Without the influence of Voldemort's soul fragments and Ron and others, he would probably have been like Hermione, wavering between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

"This witchcraft is completely incompatible with me." Ron shook his head with a self-awareness.

He intended to use that magic to make money, so Occlumency.

He also knew about Legilimency. Generally speaking, as long as you don't make eye contact with the caster or get hit by their wand, the memories in your brain are safe.

"Ryan, should I learn it?" Harry looked at Ryan.

He thought he should ask Ryan.

Normally, studying, Quidditch, and Ryan's training take up all his energy.

Moreover, he has been drinking Potions to modify his blood for the past three months.

If he were to add Occlumency, he didn't know if he could manage both.

"You and Ron can try the steps before bed."

"As for learning, wizards are also human beings, humans in their youth. As their bodies grow, their emotions also emerge."

"You two should wait until you're 17," Ryan said, looking Ron and Harry up and down.

"By the way, can my emotion spells only be applied to the Lighting Charm?"

"I've thought about adding it to the Cloud Charm, so that my cloud spell, which is imbued with my memories and emotions, can be stored and then sold."

"The buyer just needs to inhale the mist through their nose." After hearing Ryan's suggestion, Ron immediately put the Occlumency out of his mind and asked about his business.

"As long as you don't use offensive spells like the Fire-Making Spell or the Weather Charm, you can Episkey."

So, on the third day after the Christmas holidays had ended, in the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, Fred and George stood on a wooden table made of stacked chairs, holding several glass bottles filled with mist.

"Everyone, come and take a look. This is a modified version of the ground magic that knocked us Ron a few days ago!"

"It will allow you to experience the Forbidden Forest journey of Ron Weasley, one of the Three Musketeers of the Chosen One —our brother."

"You can eat to your heart's content without any guilt! One bottle of Silver Sickle, you deserve it!" Fred and George shouted loudly, and the audience was already full of curious students.

Ron and Harry were standing not far away, watching this scene unfold.

"Ron, you didn't go yourself!" Neville looked at Ron in disbelief.

This is his product, his magic, he could have shown off like this, but he didn't even go!

Is this still Ron?!

"Let professionals do professional things."

"Yesterday, Fred and George convinced me that they already had a good reputation among the Hogwarts students—by selling the little things they made themselves."

"If I were to go, it's not that I couldn't, but I'd rather spend that time producing products." Ron tried his best to remain calm, controlling his peripheral vision from glancing at the center of the crowd.

Actually, he didn't say what he really felt.

He really wanted to stand there, even if he didn't make money in the beginning.

However, his two older brothers lacked martial ethics.

He had no choice but to reluctantly let Fred and George go on stage to sell them.

"Oh, Ron, leave me some more smoke from when you eat."

"I need to lose weight." Neville patted his pocket with a pained expression; he figured Galleons and Silver Sickle inside would be spent on Ron.

"Me too! I want your memory of venturing into the Third Floor Corridor! I want to see Harry!" exclaimed Anthony, a die-hard Harry fan.

"I said, although Professor Flitwick has examined this thing, in case—" Justin Finch-Fletchley, with curly hair, popped out from behind Harry.

He was a Hufflepuff student, Muggle-born, and reportedly almost got into Eton.

"Alright!"

"Ron hasn't even said he'd sell you yet!" Michael nudged Justin with his shoulder.

"It's not that I don't trust it— Harry, you should know that products in our country are registered before they can be used, but Ron's— " Justin stammered.

"I don't know, and Ron, you've already asked Mr. Weasley to apply for a patent, haven't you?" Harry said sarcastically.

Perhaps because he had been drinking the Potions for several days in a row, his words were always tinged with anger when he was facing classmates he didn't know very well.

"Alright, Justin," Dudley said calmly, pressing down on Justin's shoulder.

He gave Harry a deep look and frowned.

"Professor Flitwick said it's fine, that's more useful than any registration," Ernie Macmillan, who usually chatted with Harry and the others in Potions Class and Flying Class, advised.

"I have to go to class now." Justin stormed back to the classroom.

The Hufflepuff headed into the castle; it was currently their Charms Class, and they had just finished their break.

"I finally understand why you wanted me to register, Harry."

"There is clearly no one who can imitate it."

"There are just too many people like Justin," Ron complained.

"Alright, we're leaving now."

"Although we don't have classes."

"But Ron, didn't you notice a few people in Fred and George's group who looked particularly familiar?" Harry subtly reminded him.

He noticed the witches who were on blind dates with Ron.

Although he hadn't seen them in person, their size was just too good.