Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

On the day before Christmas, Ryan and Hermione spent a day in the spaceship and placed a batch of magic props for observation at the seven previously selected locations to collect data. Until the sun starts to set and the sun turns everything on the earth into orange red. Ryan and the two of them finally returned to Hogsmeade with their tired bodies.

"Just wait until the morning after tomorrow to retrieve those props." Ryan said to Hermione after stepping on the thick snow into the gate of the town and onto the street, "Because we need to analyze those props at different times throughout the day." The flow of magic power in different locations is different. Then analyze the data to select the most suitable location, and arrange the planting of different magic plants according to the flow of magic power in the selected location."

"After surveying for a whole day, I can feel that this job is a bit complicated." Hermione pressed her hand on the back of her waist that was a little sore from placing the magic instrument, and said, "By the way, how many things have you stockpiled?" .After opening the space door just now, I saw that you have only stored one warehouse for the materials for the construction of three manors. And there are nearly a hundred warehouses in that place."

"Uh, that's something reserved for large-scale wars or disasters in several worlds. I have three similar warehouse groups in different worlds, and the warehouse group in the doomsday world is just one of them." Ryan explained. "The materials in each warehouse group can sustain the life of 100,000 people for three months. In addition, there are various magic raw materials that can sustain 3,000 ordinary wizards for half a year under normal circumstances."

"Is this the modern national reserve?" Hermione murmured. "It's no wonder you were able to destroy those important production institutions in the British wizarding world without hesitation, because you are confident that you can fill those gaps."

"Yes," Ryan nodded seriously. "Recently, most of the products in the Weasley joke store are produced using these reserve resources, but I think the resources will be localized soon after these plantations are established."

"Then what about the demand for magic ores?" Hermione asked. "Before the mines we haven't discovered, is this gap all filled by similar ores you got from other worlds?"

"Don't forget the trade with China and the underground trade with Europe," Ryan tilted his head slightly and said close to Hermione, "the Hogsmeade Ministry of Magic was not idle when we were fighting before, they have successfully It has regained more than 60% of the overseas trade channels before the war broke out. This is enough for us, after all, Britain was not the main source of those magic minerals before, and these things mainly relied on imports.”

Hermione nodded after listening to Ryan's explanation, when an owl flew towards them, and then dropped a letter as it flew over their heads.

"Tonight is Christmas Eve, who will write to us at this time?" Hermione checked the letters on the ground and picked them up. "Huh—this is actually an anonymous letter."

"Anonymous letter?" Ryan was also aroused, and he was curious why someone would go to such lengths to send him such a thing.

You must know that now that Hogsmeade Town is on alert, this kind of letter cannot be mailed in from outside the town by ordinary owls. The only way is to release owls in Hogsmeade Town. Most of the situations where anonymous letters can be mailed are not friendly people. Ryan can't figure out who would spend a lot of energy sneaking into the town just to send a letter.

"There is only one photo in the envelope." Hermione had already checked the envelope at this time, but after carefully checking the inside and out, only one photo was taken out, and the back of the photo was written in purple ink. The address of the newly built area of ​​Grimade Township.

"The things in the photo are weird—" Hermione said after looking at the photo with the last twilight of the sun before sunset, and then handed the photo to Ryan. "Looks like a goblet for drinking wine,

But the legs are a bit short. "

Ryan took the photo and looked at it carefully, and found that the photo was a bit old. But after taking a closer look, Ryan still found that it was not a goblet inside, but a strange crucible with one leg. The crucible was sealed in a piece of transparent matter, and the whole piece of transparent matter was placed on a stone platform.

Maybe because the person who took the photo was some distance away from the stone platform, the stone platform and everything on the stone platform looked small and blurry. That's why Hermione thought it was a glass.

"Then let's go to the address behind the photo to see." Ryan was aroused by the photo, so he suggested, "Anyway, there is still a little time before dinner, and this place is in Hogsmoor De, there shouldn't be any major danger."

"You're right." Hermione said after thinking for a while, "If I remember correctly, this place is not too far from the Weasley family's temporary residence, so we can take a look first."

After walking along the main road in the town for three or four minutes, they turned a corner on the small road towards the Pig's Head Bar. Soon, they came to the front of the townhouse at the destination. It was already dark at this time, but the candles hung on the tree to celebrate Christmas and the street lamps on the roadside illuminated everything clearly.

"Let me see, No. 7A, South District." Ryan muttered in a low voice while looking at the house number, and soon they came to the gate of No. 7A, South District. This is a standard house in the new area of ​​Hogsmeade. The main building is a two-story red brick building with a pointed black roof and small windows on the roof to let the attic breathe.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone in the room," said Hermione, after taking a look at the house through the wrought-iron gate in the courtyard. This is a very obvious thing, because today is Christmas Eve, people living in Hogsmeade have decorated the house beautifully with mistletoe branches, lights and so on. But the house in front of him was dark with no lights at all, and there was no decoration outside.

Of course, there is nothing surprising about this. After all, when the house was built, it was better to have more than less, so it is true that there are many temporary houses that are now unoccupied. For example, there are several rooms on this road that are empty.

However, unlike those empty rooms, the snow on the wrought iron gate in the yard of this house fell to the ground, and at the same time, there were traces of the gate opening on the snow in the yard, and a row of footprints leading directly to the gate.

"Alahoo hole." Hermione uttered the opening spell at the iron door, and the door opened inward. There is basically no magic defense on this unmanned residence. After walking through the small yard to the door of the room, Ryan first released a cloud of pink light that penetrated through the cracks in the door and windows of the house. After confirming that there was no danger in the house, he used the same unlocking spell Opened the door.

"Luminescent flashes." After entering the room, Ryan lit up his wand. The furnishings in this house are no different from the other rooms on this street, they are just simple furniture. Because the environment of this place is good, there is not much dust in the room even if no one has lived in it for more than two months.

"Let's look around and see if there are any clues." Ryan said to Hermione. "I just checked that there is no magic wave in the room, so don't worry about the door key or anything. But for safety, don't touch it when you see something different."

"Understood." Hermione nodded, then raised her wand and followed Ryan. Because the temporary housing is not big, they quickly searched the first floor and the cellar, and everything is normal here. But when they walked to the workshop on the second floor, the two found something on the desk in the workshop that shouldn't be there.