Ryan's Riddle

In the following moments, Parvati's expression became quite interesting as Lavender spoke.

He kept a close eye on Draco, ensuring that the Golden Snitch would eventually fall into his hands.

No matter what Flint and his team did, they were powerless to turn the tide.

He did this simply to make Flint feel a little better.

"Harry Potter got the Golden Snitch! Ravenclaw wins!" Lee Jordan roared.

Thunderous applause erupted from the stage.

Even most of the students in Slytherin applauded Harry Potter's victory, a rare occurrence.

The Slytherin, who were exceptionally shrewd in their scheming, all saw the respect Harry had shown Flint and the others this time.

Professor McGonagall's lips, which had been pursed for the Weasley Twins, slowly relaxed.

However, Ron was still immersed in the look Lavender had given him.

"Ryan, what do we do!"

"I originally thought Lavender liked me."

"But just now, her eyes—were clearly rejecting me!" Ron's face was pale and anxious.

He even forgot to lower his voice now.

If Ryan hadn't tried to avoid affecting Luna, Ron's words would have spread far and wide long ago.

"Let's eat first."

"The game is over." Ryan looked at him with a "I'm very worried about you" expression.

No one could tell that he was the one causing trouble.

Ten minutes later, in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory at Hogwarts Castle, Parvati looked indignant.

"I knew that Ron was no good!"

"You've done so much for him! And he still cheated on you!"

"Lavender, you must not be fooled by him again!" Parvati sat cross-legged on the bed, pressing down on Lavender's shoulders, her face serious.

"This may just be a dream."

"Besides, Ron is Ravenclaw, and he's doing very well now, completely different from that Ron."

"Isn't Professor Riddle the most important person right now?"

"In my dream during sixth grade, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was Snape! The Potions Class teacher was a strange, fat, and very old man." Faced with her sisters' scathing criticism of Ron in her dream, Lavender had no choice but to resort to her trump card.

Horace Slughorn nearly choked while eating pineapple preserves in his mansion.

Sure enough, Parvati immediately changed his attitude.

"What to do!"

"Could it be true that the Defense Against the Dark Arts) position is cursed?!"

"Let's go to Professor Trelawney's!" Parvati said worriedly.

"Professor Riddle, how can I live without you?" Parvati pulled out the timetable hidden under her pillow, with the Defense Against the Dark Arts circled with hearts.

Meanwhile, on Ryan's side, Hermione and Neville blocked the way to Hogwarts Castle.

"Hermione, are you choosing Neville and abandoning Ryan?!"

"Very good!"

"Actually, I think Neville— " Luna jumped up happily, completely losing her usual ethereal demeanor.

"No, that's not true!"

"Ryan is mine!" Hermione was speechless.

"What happened?" Ryan, still clinging to his mortal mind and not yet checking Hermione and Neville's surveillance footage, asked.

As for what Luna said, Ryan thought it was completely unreliable.

You see, although he maintains a mortal mindset, he is actually always 'awake'. If there is any real danger, or anything like that, he will know in advance.

After all, maintaining a mortal mindset is for happiness, not for seeking torture.

"Neville saw me learning the magic from your gift."

"He wants to learn from me. I was wondering if you could, like you did with Harry," Hermione, clinging to Ryan's left arm and acting coquettishly.

As Hermione spoke, Ryan 'saw' what happened 40 minutes earlier in a room on the fifth floor of Hogwarts.

In a room filled with unused chairs, a disheveled little witch was holding a foot-thick book with a beige cover, reciting common English words. "Fly! wind! jump! sword! read!"

If someone saw this at that moment, they would definitely mistakenly think that the girl was learning English.

However, the magical phenomena that occurred before the girl negated all of this.

There were no wands, not even gestures, only simple, brief, commanding words.

As these words were spoken, the puppet in front of the girl either flew, jumped, was swept up by a gust of wind, or suddenly held a sharp blade. Just as Hermione was fully focused on her practice, an uninvited guest broke in and interrupted her practice.

And that person was naturally Neville. A chubby little boy whose perception occasionally surpassed even Ryan's mortal expectations, able to sense him.

The little witch is, of course, Hermione.

That book was Magic Book that recorded the spells that Ryan had researched three years ago based on Cardcaptor Sakura.

This Magic Book holds the secret to Hermione's ability to cast these seemingly simple spells so easily.

It omits the increased difficulty in pronunciation, willpower, and gestures that came with simplifying the spells, as Ryan did.

Hermione also knew why she could cast these spells so easily.

That's why she still needs to practice.

As the recognized owner of the Magic Book, one can understand the various uses of the spells within the book the moment one receives it.

As for why Neville pursued power and sought out Hermione, it's actually quite easy to understand.

Hermione's performance with the Magic Book in front of Neville had already been noticed by Neville, who was already quite good at studying.

He will naturally recognize its value and even seek further education.

Some might ask, why not find a professor?

The professors at Hogwarts typically don't teach their students knowledge that they consider superhuman.

This isn't about being overly protective; it's because they believe children's safety is paramount.

The knowledge of supermodels often also implies risks.

Generally, it takes seven years for children to develop stable values and become adults before they can get involved in such activities.

Hermione's agreement to Neville's request was partly Ryan's fault.

It was guilt— Hermione's guilt for believing Neville's actions were wrong and for making unfounded accusations.

It is the guilt of being Muggle, facing the son of a hero who saved Britain.

Given Hermione's personality, she would naturally be soft-hearted.

"Okay, I can agree to that."

"What do you want to learn?" Ryan asked after thinking for a moment.

After all, Neville and he could be considered to share the same ancestor.

Moreover, while Neville's relationship with him wasn't as close as Harry's, it was still better than Ron's.

However, this time Ryan doesn't plan to recommend magic directly to Neville; Ryan believes it's the magic best suited to Neville.

He wanted to see if Neville could find a suitable solution within the puzzles he had set up.

So Ryan waved his hand, and Hermione's Magic Book opened and floated in mid-air.

Cards engraved with unknown magical runes emerged from the book.

Ryan looked at Neville with anticipation.

Will Neville be able to find the spell that best suits him?