Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

The time came to the Saturday of the first week of school. After a whole week of rain and rain, the sun finally came out. When Ryan and Hermione came out of the Requirement Room after practice, the sun was already high in the sky, and as they walked through the hallway, the sun shone through the gaps in the glassless hallway, shaking their eyes. From these gaps the treetops of the Forbidden Forest can be seen swaying gently in the breeze, bringing the fresh air to their faces. Anyway, today is a good weather.

"Is there any news about us?" Ryan asked when he watched Hermione grab a copy of the Daily Prophet. They had been practicing for a long time in the morning, so now most of them have gone back to rest after lunch. Now, only a few students are still sitting at the long table eating their lunch.

"Yes," said Hermione, pointing to a small article, less than an inch long, and handing it to Ryan, titled: Invasion of the Ministry of Magic. Stokey Podmore, 38, of 2 Flamingo Park, Clapham, was on trial in Wizengamore on August 31, charged with trespassing at the Ministry of Magic and attempted robbery. Podmore was captured by Ministry of Magic guard Eric Munch, who found him trying to break through a first-class security door at 1:00 a.m. Podmore, who refused to defend himself, was convicted on two charges and jailed for six months in Azkaban.

"I have an impression of this person." Ryan said in a low voice. "He was supposed to be one of the guards who escorted us to King's Cross the day we took the train to the school, but he didn't come, and Moody was very upset."

"Then he should also be a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Hermione leaned over and whispered. "This means that the dispute between Fudge and Dumbledore has reached a fever pitch, and Fudge has completely torn his face and will do anything to remove Dumbledore's people from the Ministry of Magic."

"Sounds bad." Ryan dropped the newspaper on the table and took a loaf of bread and put a piece of roast beef on it and stuffed it into his mouth. "But that's what Dumbledore needs to worry about, and what we need to do now is try not to cause them any more trouble."

But when it came to the weekend, Ryan began to do something that would likely cause Dumbledore trouble. That is the meeting of the book club began again.

This year, no new students participated in the book club, mainly because the situation was a bit bad this year, or even worse, some people withdrew.

"Main chose to quit because his family had been officials of the Ministry of Magic for generations. So he said it was not suitable to be too close to us. In the morning he specially notified me of this with an owl and wrote a very formal farewell letter. ." Hermione looked a little annoyed.

"The butt decides the head. As a child, it is normal for him to be influenced by his family to draw a line from us. You don't need to feel uncomfortable because of this." Ryan said to Hermione. "As Percy said in his letter this week, Fudge demands that all men must make a clean choice between him and Dumbledore."

"I hope Percy is all right." Hermione sighed after hearing the contents of Percy's letter. "Fudge actually arranged their entire team in the most dangerous place, just because they were dissatisfied with Fudge's actions and criticized a few words in private and were informed, this is simply **** behavior."

Fortunately, only one person chose to leave, and everyone else arrived at 7:30 in the afternoon.

When everyone got together after a summer vacation, the first thing was to exchange with each other what they did during the summer vacation, and the next thing was to complain about the new Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor.

"Why did the Ministry of Magic send that toad to the school? I think our class will go to waste this year," complained Celia.

"You're only a junior after all, and it's not a big problem to waste the previous year. Those of us who have to face important exams are the worst." Justin looked a little angry, "Why would a senior official of the Ministry of Magic run away this year? Come and be a professor."

"Because Professor Dumbledore told the truth,

Let Fudge and him have a big disagreement. Qiu Zhang's voice rang out. "My mother got word from her Ministry friends that Fudge didn't want us to do combat training." Because he was worried that Professor Dumbledore would organize a secret army of his own, which he could then use to take on the Ministry of Magic. "

"If Dumbledore wants to control the Ministry of Magic, he doesn't need to organize his own army. He can take care of Fudge's lackeys by himself. It is no wonder that the level of the Ministry of Magic staff has plummeted after Fudge came to power. It turns out that his selection criteria are Let's see if I can beat myself." Fred leaned back on his chair and said.

"But it's a good thing for us." George slammed his arms around Fred's shoulders. "Because they are bad, so we can sell more defense suits."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and said to the other members, "Weasley Joke Shop now sells magic defense suits, which can protect against spells at the level of stun spells. I can give you a 30% discount for every book club member—"

"Okay, shut up. This isn't the place for you guys to sell merchandise." Hermione stood up and stopped the twins. "I think our main task today is to make a good plan for this semester."

"The most important thing is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Zhang Qiu said. "Anyway, I don't believe that I can successfully release magic when I take the exam after I have read the book. Next year, I have to take the N.E.W.T exam. If this year is really wasted, it will be over."

"Then let's just practice in private," Hermione said. "Anyway, we have a guild leader who can turn over a dragon head-on. Last year, Moody praised Ryan many times for being comparable to some new Aurors. That level should teach us."

After listening to Hermione's words, everyone nodded in agreement, so Ryan announced that every party would take a certain amount of time to practice the content of the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, and at the same time, he would also teach some of his own tips. Everyone seems to be looking forward to this.

In short, this meeting started the actual combat drill of the magic spell directly after the end of the plan for this semester. They chose the Iron Armor Spell for the first spell this semester, because everyone had already learned the Disarming Spell before, so Ryan found a very practical but also safe spell for everyone to learn.

The practice method is that one person attacks with the Disarming Charm, while the other person defends with the Armor Charm. At the beginning, everyone's mastery of iron armor spells was not high, and wands flew up from time to time. But after an hour of practice, many people have initially mastered the Iron Armor Spell, and can use the Iron Armor Spell prepared in advance to resist the attack of a Disarming Spell.

"Okay, usually everyone can practice this spell in private. I will make the next study plan according to everyone's progress in the next week." Seeing that the time is about to reach the curfew, Ryan stopped everyone from practicing and warned carefully. . They had to hurry back to their dorms, or they would be in trouble if Filch caught them.

"I know." "Understood." "We'll be fine." The students below replied in a snarky manner, and Ryan nodded: "If everyone has a good grasp of the situation, I can teach you something better next week. Spell. Alright, see you next week."

"Today's event was very successful, but I think it was caused by an incompetent Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. I feel a little uncomfortable, I wish there was a better professor!" to Gryffindor Public When walking to the lounge, Hermione raised her head and said to Ryan.

"Unfortunately, these are not for us to decide. What we can do now is to help some classmates who are willing to believe in us." Ryan sighed softly. In this change of situation, the only option he could choose was to try his best to help those in need around him. Those who help, save a little bit of vitality for the future.