Moon City's Order

As dusk approached, it was already 10 o'clock. With the help of Hermione and Lane, Harry, Ron, and the others finished their three courses: Charms, Transfiguration, and Herbalism.

After stretching, Ron and Neville started playing Wizard's Chess, while Harry eagerly began studying the other Doraemon books Ron had brought. Hermione and Lisa Turpin reviewed tomorrow's lessons together.

The trio of Anthony returned to the locker room, bringing some bad news.

"The Take-copter, the Ma Zhu, and the underwater breathing tube decommissioning failed," Michael Conner said, leaning closer.

"Why??" Harry, Ron, Neville asked in unison.

"Because of inferior products," Terry Boot said.

"Not everyone can afford the toys from Skywalker Alchemy Workshop. Many students buy pirated versions from Borgin."

"Piracy also means it's easy to get out of control. I heard that last year, Angelina from Gryffindor almost broke her neck because of a pirated Take-copter," Anthony said.

"So, when they couldn't solve the piracy problem, they just banned it outright???" Harry's green eyes widened.

"Isn't Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley? How did those people buy it?" Neville unexpectedly asked a clever question. Presumably, being assigned to a smart Ravenclaw and discovering that his previous poor magical skills were due to his wand had given him some confidence.

"My dad told me that Borgin and Burkes, that old fox, sensed a business opportunity as soon as Doraemon was released. He took over several shops in Diagon Alley and started selling the gadgets that appeared in Doraemon that could be magically recreated."

"The Doraemon gadgets he sells are cheaper, only a tenth of the price of those from Skywalker Alchemy Workshop, but they are also of lower quality, without warranty, and unreliable," Ron said.

"If you ask me, I'd rather buy licensed merchandise from Zonko's Joke Shop than buy any pirated stuff from Borgin!" Anthony said gloomily.

"I was even planning to swim down the Black Lake with a snorkel. I heard there are Merpeople in there. Damn Slytherin, why can they swim underwater?" Ron said indignantly, completely forgetting that he didn't have a snorkel and couldn't afford one.

Soon, everyone started to feel sleepy, and since they had classes the next day, the group returned to their dormitories to rest.

Ryan faded into the air and reappeared at Smith Castle. He casually petted the little black cat Jerry, Ryan connected with the main god and split into another form.

To the right of Smith Castle, in a newly built cave, the lights are still on, and various Alchemy Array continue to spread along the cave's inner walls.

The shape suddenly appeared out of thin air and inside the cave.

"Jack, how many more orders are left for the Anywhere Door?" Ryan asked.

"Young Master Ryan, there's only one order recently, from Moon City. They're too far from Earth, so the Anywhere Door they're making is much larger. Plus, the Alchemy Robot itself can only operate in a static way, so it's been almost a month and it's still not finished." Jack appeared from the shadows and answered respectfully.

"Moon City, the city on the moon, they are too cautious. I'm not some monster, why have they been contacting me through Atlantis all this time, and only now are they considering buying the Anywhere Door?"

"I'm really curious. Besides the Moon, are there any traces of wizards on Mars, Venus, Mercury, or even Jupiter? The wizards on the Moon are probably the closest group of wizards to this secret. Jack, I'll personally take the final step in this Anywhere Door." Ryan rubbed his chin and laughed.

Then, from Ryan's body, the invisible magic transformed into tangible blue light spots, outlining various magic circles from the void. The Supreme God opened the gates of the True Castle, and all sorts of rare materials emerged from the void, turning into colorful liquids.

Buzz buzz buzz!

From the hundreds-of-meters-long doorway, a gate that appears to be cast in bronze emerges from its original location.

"Jack, put this into the canyon's teleportation array first thing tomorrow morning. I can't wait to explore an even more magnificent world," Ryan said.

Then, the two Ryan overlapped again, merged into one, and finally gave Jerry a good pat. Ryan's figure faded and disappeared into Smith Castle.

Without a sound, Ryan returned to his bedroom in the Ravenclaw Tower, and reappeared in his pajamas.

By this time, everyone had fallen asleep, and all was quiet.

The next day, Harry and his friends, still half asleep, went to the Great Hall. Under the enchanted ceiling, the long tables of the four houses were laden with bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, piles of bread, and dishes of eggs and bacon.

Harry and the others sat down at the Ravenclaw table, next to Ryan, who picked up the Daily Prophet and spread it out on a milk jug.

Neville Longbottom looked ecstatic, his round face practically glowing.

"The postman will be here soon—I think Grandma will tell me exactly when she's going to buy the wand."

Harry and the others had just started drinking their porridge when Ryan, with foresight, pulled out his wand and tapped the table. Just as Harry and the others were wondering why Ryan did this, they immediately understood the reason.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted overhead as hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the Great Hall and tossing letters and packages into the conversationing crowd.

Along with these came fallen feathers and visible dust. These filthy things drifted toward the dining table under the horrified gazes of Harry and the others, and then disappeared with a snap.

"Ryan, thank goodness you're here," Harry said thankfully, quickly taking a bite of porridge with the bacon.

A bulging, large package fell on Neville's head, followed by another large, grayish creature. Ryan, quick-witted and agile, tapped it with his wand, and it floated in mid-air.

"Errol!" Ron called out, carefully picking up the exhausted owl and placing it on the table.

Errol lay slumped on the table, his legs dangling in the air, an envelope still dangling from his mouth.

"Why are you suddenly writing to me, poor Errol?" Ron carefully filled his plate with some milk and bacon, and placed Errol's beak on the plate.

"It's alright, he's still alive," Hermione said, gently poking Errol with her fingertip.

"I never expected you to go to Ravenclaw. Finally, a smart kid has appeared in our family! I heard that old wands with Unicorn Tail Hair cores can hinder spellcasting for their new owners. We know Madam Longbottom, and we heard you share a dorm room with Neville and Harry. This Saturday, we'll come to Hogwarts to pick you and Neville up and take you to Diagon Alley to buy your own wand. Oh, and Ron, please, please don't ask that poor kid what happened that night." Ron opened the letter and read it with the others.

"Um, I think I've already asked that question." Ron's ears turned red.

"No, brother, I don't care at all," Harry reassured him.

"I'll ask Mom on Saturday if you can come with me and Neville," Ron said, and Neville nodded.