Before Heading Out

"Honestly, I thought you'd think it was cool."

"Don't you think that's very gothic?"

"It's similar to the style of your second favorite vampire outfit," Ryan sighed.

He didn't need any promotion in the first place.

He just wanted to show off in front of Kate.

To help Kate connect with the character, he even specially modified Harry's transformation after taking the Potions into the monster Kate loved to hunt in the game.

According to Ryan's plan, shouldn't Kate have shouted "Cut off his head!"?

But like Penelope, Kate wondered whether to promote Ryan's Potions techniques.

"I'm seventeen years old!"

"Do you think I'm still like a little kid?" Kate, who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, raised an eyebrow and said with displeasure.

She knew that Ryan was treating her like a child again.

Seeing that Ryan didn't react, he instead looked at her with a mocking gaze.

Kate looked at her short, small hands and immediately understood what was going on.

He cleared his throat and said in a pretentious manner, "Why don't we talk about adult topics?"

"Little brat, I noticed that when you mentioned that Potions, there was a strange prefix, 'Sequence Nine'."

"Let this detective guess, Sequence Nine is the most powerful Potions, isn't it?"

"Secondly, there are Sequence 8 and 71."

"The names of the sequence should range from the names of the most inconspicuous criminals like thieves to the names of Dark Wizard, criminals in the wizarding world, right?" Ryan's expression was solemn, and he was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Kate laughed out loud, "I knew it, didn't I? You little rascal, let's see how you'll treat me like a child from now on."

Ryan nodded regretfully. "Yeah, you guessed right—or so I said!"

Kate's smile froze.

Ryan grinned mischievously, "Kate, I never would have guessed that you would be completely wrong."

"My Potions are ranked from largest to smallest, which means that Potions of Sequence Nine are the weakest."

"Furthermore, this name has absolutely nothing to do with the criminal's name."

"I named him that only because Voldemort was Dark Wizard."

Just as Kate was about to explode, Ryan kept quiet.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Besides, Kate, who is known for being incredibly meticulous.

Ten minutes later, thanks to Ryan's constant sweet talk and the gossip he had gleaned from his near-time travel, Kate regained her composure.

No one could possibly connect the girl nestled in Ryan's arms with the man who had just been so angry he wanted to punch Ryan with his little fists.

Just hearing phrases like "Come on~" and "I want more~", one might think they were indulging in debauchery in broad daylight on the clouds.

"Then let me tell you the last one. Do you know how your father and mother met?" Ryan asked.

"Ugh, so bitter! Is this not what I know?"

"My dad said it was at the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts. My mom struck up a conversation with him." Kate's eyes seemed to light up.

He was so excited that he blurted out the Japanese he had learned before.

"It is indeed Christmas. Because that happens to be your mother's birthday."

"It was indeed your mother who took the initiative, but not to flirt, but to cause trouble." Ryan suppressed a laugh and patted the cloud bed next to him.

"Tell me! What is it because of?" Kate was so excited she almost pressed herself against Ryan.

"Obviously, this is related to birthday gifts."

"In the relationship between your father and mother, it was your father who first had the idea."

"But when he gave the gift, he gave it to the wrong person." Kate became even more agitated upon hearing this.

Before Ryan could continue, she immediately asked, "Whose gift was given to my mother?"

What's wrong with my mom?

How angry was she?

"That gift was originally intended as a Christmas prank."

"And that person's relationship with your father is like that of Snape and James Potter."

"You can imagine how outrageous this prank was, and how angry your mother was."

"What's worse, your father's own name was on the gift." Ryan laughed out loud, recalling the horrific scene when Kate's mother opened the gift.

Kate was naturally even more curious.

At least it's a curiosity that can't be resolved with words alone.

So Ryan played the footage from that time amidst the sea of clouds.

Kate also chuckled and took a few photos with her camera.

"Are you taking pictures?" Ryan asked Kate.

"I'm moving out next year, and my parents can't stop me," Kate proudly, waving two photos in her hand.

The photos show Kate's mother with an afro and a completely blackened face, and Kate's father with his face covered in spring-like tentacles and feathers after being hit by multiple curses.

"You're using this to threaten them?" Ryan was somewhat surprised.

These are her parents, and she actually—

"Of course, if they don't agree, I'll spread this photo all over our village." Kate waved the photo again.

"Hmm? Does this mean Kate will be living with me after she graduates next year?"

"Kate is fine."

"After all, she's not Phoebe."

"I should be able to hold on." Ryan stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

Kate had no idea how Ryan was framing her and Phoebe's 'fighting prowess'.

After laughing for a while, she thought of another question, "Ryan, what's wrong with those Death Eaters lately?"

Are they still alive?

"I hope I didn't get an upset stomach."

"Of course they're still alive. As long as Voldemort, as 'the will of heaven,' is still around, and as long as they didn't feed them the venom of the Basilisk, they won't die for such a ridiculous reason."

"You want to watch the show again?" Ryan smiled knowingly.

During this summer vacation, they stayed at Smith Castle and were with no outsiders.

This has resulted in them not playing Mind Games for a while.

In addition, the Harry Potter Alternate World Tour program was also canceled.

Penelope is doing alright; she can pass the time by reading.

But Kate got bored.

She was already a bit restless.

She's a mischievous little witch who loves to run around everywhere.

If it weren't for the fact that she could occasionally borrow Ryan's perspective to see interesting things elsewhere, she would have been clamoring to go out long ago.

The stories of the Death Eaters on the desert island have become Kate's most interesting source of pleasure lately.

Sure enough, Kate nodded repeatedly under Ryan's gaze.

"Well then, I'm going out for a bit anyway."

"In a way, Neville and I share the same ancestor."

"I paid so much attention to Harry that I neglected him a bit."

"Looks like I can't be too biased." Ryan waved his hand, and the next second the two of them appeared on Ryan's big pink bed.

"Who goes out to bed?!"

"Do you want to warm up first?" Kate asked, but then noticed that Kate had instinctively burrowed under the covers.

Ryan, who had intended to change his clothes, wondered whether it was better to take them off or not.