Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

After entering the town of Hogsmeade, Ryan found that the town was still as lively as before. Especially after a large number of wizards fled here, the local market prospered a lot, which made Ryan and the others spend a little effort to squeeze out of the crowd and rush to the Weasley joke shop.

The layout of the Weasley joke store was completely different from before. The various joke products that used to play the leading role were now pitifully crowded in the corner of the store. The windows and shelves that were vacated are now filled with all kinds of defensive props, from defensive suits to special smoke bombs, from decoy bombs to simple tutorials on elemental magic.

"Good morning, Sirius." When he came to the warehouse door in the backyard of the store, Ryan met an unexpected person. "I remember you Aurors must be very busy, why are you free to come here today?"

"I don't want to either, but this is a task assigned by the Ministry of Magic." Sirius said, raising the box in his hand. Ryan saw that the eight corners of the brown suitcase were covered with bronze sheets, which looked very strong. On the front of the box is a golden capital letter M, and in the middle of the letter m is a wand drawn up.

"Oh, is the Ministry of Magic purchasing?" Hermione looked at the box with the Ministry of Magic logo with great interest. If I guessed correctly, it should be a space box. "What are you going to buy this time?"

"A large number of defensive props, at least 100 bronze bracelets need to be purchased." Sirius turned his head to Ryan. "Ryan, the props you made are really useful. They have saved more than one life in the recent period. But the problem now is that your store is a little short of stock."

"You don't have to worry about this." Ryan said, taking the space bag from his waist and shaking it. "I just made a new batch, plus what's left in the store should meet your needs."

After speaking, he took out one bracelet after another from his pocket and put them on the table next to him. It was not until he took out the 37th bracelet that Sirius nodded to indicate that it was enough.

"I remember you bought it last time!" Sirius Ryan asked puzzledly as he watched the bracelet being put into the box. "Why do you need so many again this time? Do you have so many people using these things?"

"There are definitely enough people." Sirius counted all the bracelets after putting them away, and then closed the box. "Don't you know that these bracelets have become consumables? You know that both Aurors and strikers are now not only full of newbies, but also overloaded. As a result, they will make more mistakes in battle than before. There are many."

"In this case, the previous batch of bracelets will naturally wear out quickly. But correspondingly, we can use the current limited manpower to complete various complex tasks, and at the same time can promote everyone's rapid growth. So overall The consumption of these bracelets is still worthwhile, the only downside is that I need to trouble you."

"That's what I should do." Ryan nodded. "After all, life is the most important thing. It is always very worthwhile to exchange life with materials."

"Yes, I think so too. Also, thank you for the price you quoted to the Ministry of Magic is only a cost price, so that more front-line fighters can have enough defense." After finishing speaking, Sirius picked up the box and went to the store Walking forward, "Okay, goodbye. I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic to report. By the way, the thing you guys did in the London Department of Magic was really beautiful."

As the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, Sirius can see a lot of news that outsiders can't. Naturally, he also knew who the people who hung those black wizards from the street lamps were. For Sirius, who lived in the Black family since he was a child, this kind of tit for tat suits his appetite the most.

"Good luck!" Ryan watched Sirius carry the box into the front room, and had to say that this job was indeed suitable for Sirius. Especially as a shareholder of the joke store, he can go directly to the warehouse to get what he needs and then go to the front to check out.

In this way, a lot of time can be saved, and at the same time, the efficiency is much higher when taking things.

After seeing off Sirius, Ryan took Hermione upstairs to the shop. At this time, George happened to be making some kind of potion upstairs. After seeing Ryan coming in, he extinguished the fire under the still.

"Is it okay for you to stop making potions like this? You won't waste this pot of potion, right?" Looking at George who stopped making potions, Hermione asked worriedly, pointing to the pile of bottles and jars in front of them.

"Of course not, and it's a waste of my level to make finished potions." George said with a smile. "So now I'm just doing deep processing of some potion raw materials. For example, I was distilling white fresh essential oil just now, which is one of the necessary raw materials for making white fresh flavor. I hope these semi-finished raw materials can help you make more Potion."

"Thank you then." Ryan nodded, then handed over the space bag. "This is a new batch of protective props that I have made. You can put them on the shelves now. When I came over just now, I saw that there were many places on the shelves with labels saying that they were out of stock."

"It is indeed out of stock." George took the space bag and opened it and said, "Recently, there have been constant conflicts, so many things that are not usually used have become consumables. In addition, ordinary people also hope to be able to Get some magic items for self-defense. So all our Defense Against the Dark Arts stuff is selling really well right now."

After speaking, he took out a crystal bottle as big as a thermos bottle from his space bag. The crystal bottle was reinforced with some steel and silver frames, and it contained some emerald green liquid like flowing emeralds.

"Ah, is this the concentration potion?" After opening the bottle and fanning it with his hands, George said with a boost of energy. "We accept as many potions as there are from the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix, because now we need this kind of potion that can play a part of the most effective effects of the Cruciating Curse."

Having said that, George seemed a lot more excited, and his face flushed. "That group of damned Death Eaters, and some guys in the London Ministry of Magic who are even more evil than Death Eaters have been abusing the Cruciatus Curse. A few days ago, Moody led a group of Aurors to capture the manor of a pure-blood family. More than a dozen people were rescued inside. In the end, everyone was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and became inhuman."

"Can you believe it?" George waved his hand excitedly. "One of the little boys was six years old, and the Death Eaters could do Cruciatus. The only reason they did it was because it was fun."

"It's—" Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. "So, what happened to those perpetrators now?"

"They all ran away." George said looking very unhappy. "Of course, it's not Moody's fault. There were seven Death Eaters in that house, and Moody and the others had only five. After rushing into the manor, Moody and the others did not Force to hold back the fleeing Death Eaters."

"That's right." Ryan nodded slightly. "In any case, saving innocents is more important than punishing criminals. By the way, what is the situation of the rescued hostages now?"

"It's okay." George smiled. "Fortunately, not every Death Eater's Cruciatus Curse can be so effective, and we rescued and treated them in a timely manner. Therefore, although some of these hostages were seriously injured, there should be no such permanent injuries. Injury. Of course, the calming potion and calming incense you developed have played an indispensable role in the treatment process."

"That would be great." Ryan pointed to the space bag in George's hand, "I have prepared a total of ten bottles of this concentration potion, which should be enough for those who need it now."

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