Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

October ended in a storm, and November came, cold as iron, every morning a layer of frost, and the icy wind cut hands and cheeks. The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale bluish-grey, the mountains around Hogwarts wore snow caps, the temperature in the castle dropped so much, and many students wore thick Thick dragonhide gloves.

"Why do wizards like to have a Quidditch match at this time? It's cold enough on the ground, and it must be even worse in the air," Hermione complained, rubbing her hands as she walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Today is Gryffindor's first game, but Ron's nervous performance at the table is really worrying.

After sitting on the stage beside the Quidditch pitch, Ryan grabbed Hermione's hand and covered it with his own. At this time, Ginny also sat beside Hermione, with a displeased look on her face.

"What's the matter, Ginny? You don't seem to be in a good mood," Hermione asked eagerly.

"Don't mention it, my brother is really a shame." Seeing that a friend was willing to listen, Ginny immediately complained about her displeasure. "I hugged Harry and Ron in the auditorium. Harry looked full of fighting spirit. My brother's hands were cold and he was even shaking. It's a shame."

"Maybe it's just a little too nervous for the first game." Ryan comforted. "You may be able to adapt to that environment after you play."

The game started and Slytherin went straight to singing Weasley is our King. Obviously, this song was extremely damaging to Ron, who was nervous. Warrington's first attack successfully broke through the interception of Ron who seemed to be in a hurry. The Quaffle flew past his armpit and went straight through the person. The central goal ring.

After conceding four goals in a row, Angelina finally pulled one back. But the game got worse and worse, and it wasn't until Harry finally caught the Snitch that the first game ended with a Gryffindor victory. Of course, Crabbe hit Harry in the back with a Bludger at the end of the game. Once again, it perfectly reflects the quality of this group of pure bloods.

After Malfoy insulted Weasley's mother, Harry, the twins and Malfoy fought together until Madam Hooch separated them.

"These purebloods are just—" After learning what Malfoy said on the field and Umbridge and Fudge issued Education Order No. 25 to get everything involving Hogwarts students , has the highest authority on sanctions and deprivation of rights, and has the right to amend such punishments, sanctions and deprivation of rights made by other teachers. When the twins and Harry were banned from the game, Hermione directly scolded in the common room. . I don't know if he was scolding the purebloods behind the Ministry of Magic or the Slytherins.

"Oh, sorry, I'm not talking about you here." Hermione only saw Ginny standing beside her after she finished cursing.

"I understand, those purebloods in Slytherin say that our family is a shame among purebloods all day long. But what they're actually doing is really ruining the reputation of the pureblood family." Ginny seemed to agree. What the Slytherin group did was very angry.

"It's not fair," said Arya, shaking her head. "What about Crabbe playing a Bludger at the whistle? Did she ban him?"

"No," said Ginny, the word popping between her teeth, "he's only punished for writing sentences, I heard Monta laugh at dinner. That nasty toad."

"Fred was suspended for not doing anything at all!" Arya said angrily, beating her knees. "It's not fair."

"It's not my fault that I didn't do it," Fred said with a very ugly face.

"If the three of you don't stop me, I'll mash that little bastard into flesh."

Finally, everyone in the common room went back to sleep early because today's events made everyone in a bad mood. Only Ryan and Hermione were left sitting by the fireplace with Harry.

"There is a saying in my hometown, where fortune and misfortune lie, and where misfortune lies," Ryan explained after reciting this sentence in Chinese: "This is a great philosopher from two thousand years ago. It means that under certain conditions, good things and bad things can be transformed into each other. You are a little unlucky now, but these bad lucks cannot always be with you.”

"Thank you for your comfort, I won't be so vulnerable." Harry patted Ryan's shoulder lightly. "By the way, I haven't seen Ron all afternoon, where has he been?"

"I think he's hiding from us," Hermione said, "after all he was on the field today--" Just then there was a crunch behind them, the Fat Lady turned forward, and Ron crawled through the portrait hole came in. He was very pale and had snowflakes on his head. The three men sitting by the fire were stunned.

After some inquiries, they found out that Ron went for a walk as soon as the game was over, and hasn't come back until now. And as soon as he saw Ryan, they shouted that they wanted to retire, because today's game hit him too hard. Especially when Ron knew what happened today when he was off the field, that self-blame was exacerbated.

Fortunately, at this time, Harry found that the light was on in Hagrid's cabin again, so he took Ron to find Hagrid. Ryan and Hermione stayed in the common room to make plans for the next book club.

Harry and the others did not come back until very late, and told Ryan and Hermione Hagrid about the failure to contact the giant.

"It must be bad," Ryan said after hearing about the giant.

"Indeed, giants have a very high magical defense, perhaps second only to dragons. And they are not low-level in fighting, and they are very difficult opponents to deal with. During the summer vacation, I heard from Sirius that Voldemort used giants in the last war-- "

"That's not the problem." Ryan held up a hand to stop Hermione from continuing. "Those giants made a lot of Muggle carnage in the last war. Worse, after Headmaster Dumbledore forgave Under the banner of the CCP, many giants with many lives in their hands escaped judgment and lived freely outside."

"What's the matter?" Hermione covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Ryan with a surprised look, "But, but I don't see that in the data!"

"This is what Dumbledore did." Ryan lowered his voice and said, "Because Dumbledore said it was our fault that there were so few giants left now. It was the wizard who drove them to a far away place. They had no way to survive. Staying together, they ended up killing each other and killing a lot. That's why the headmaster was against killing the last giants of England."

"So, what about the Muggles who were killed? What did they do wrong?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"They didn't do anything wrong, but unfortunately they lacked power, so in the eyes of wizards, they were just insignificant numbers." The corners of Ryan's mouth were slightly upturned. "In the eyes of some wizards, dead Muggles may be far less important than these endangered magical creatures. Even if these magical creatures are tyrannical giants for wizards, even he can spare those who cause carnage in England. The giant criminal—"

"Okay, stop talking." Harry interrupted Ryan. "It's very late now, everyone should rest."

Ryan knew that as a believer of Dumbledore, Harry recognized everything about Dumbledore and could not accept Ryan's accusations against Dumbledore. However, Dumbledore had been hiding a lot of things from him before, and his inner judgment about basic good and evil made him unable to refute what Ryan said. In this case, he could only use a blunt means to interrupt Ryan's words.

"Okay, then good night." After a few people said good night to each other, they went to bed separately. But Ryan, lying in bed, thought about the massacre in the West by the summer giant at the end of the fifth grade in the original book, and decided to do something.

Thinking of this, he got up and quickly wrote a letter to the clerk at the Weasley Joke Shop, and put it in the envelope after confirming that there was no mistake. Ready to mail out next Hogsmeade Day.

Harry Potter's Shopkeeper

Harry Potter's Shopkeeper