hogwarts shady

When Ryan got home, Valerie and Bach had not yet finished get off work.

He used the unlocking spell to open the door to his house, made a cup of black tea, sat on the sofa, flipping through the nearest newspaper, and waited for his parents to come home.

The newspaper's report on the girl's missing and murdered case was moved to the last page. Most of the articles were just official clichés, which were no longer enough to create any overwhelming popularity.

"Lane!"

When Valerie just got home, she saw her son sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. She was so shocked that she dropped her keys on the floor.

"Good afternoon, Mom." Ryan put away the newspaper.

"When did you come back?" Valerie picked up the key, "Why did you come home suddenly? What happened?"

"Where's dad?" Ryan didn't answer.

"Dad won't be home for a while. He has a meeting today." Valerie said, "What are you going to have for dinner? You didn't say anything when you came back. I didn't even prepare anything."

"Just do whatever you want. I didn't come back specifically for dinner." Ryan replied.

He got up and followed Valerie into the kitchen to help with the preparations.

There is something uniquely pleasing about cooking with magic, and it is much easier to handle the ingredients.

"Only at times like this will mom find magic useful." Valerie adjusted the toaster and set up a pan on the stove.

"Then you will be disappointed, Mom. By the end of first grade at the latest, I won't be able to use magic at home." Ryan said.

"What's the matter? I think you're a pretty good magician?"

"Isn't it because of the secrecy law? I heard from the senior that we will sign an agreement by then. So-called Muggle wizards like me will obviously be punished for using magic at home."

"It's such an inhumane rule," Valerie said, "and it's meaningless. It sounds like it's discriminating against Muggle wizards."

"I think there may not be such factors." Ryan laughed, "Don't worry, Mom, if it doesn't work, I will find a way to avoid the Ministry of Magic's detection."

"Forget it, don't break the rules. Haven't you learned enough lessons from what happened during the summer vacation?"

"Hey, is that a lesson?" Ryan pretended to be confused, "I got a reward of one hundred gold galleons. Besides, mom, your job is to find ways to circumvent the legal provisions. ?"

"I don't know where you heard this rhetoric." Valerie knocked her son on the head. "If you are not allowed to use magic, don't use it. It's just some housework, there is no need to break the rules."

Ryan grinned. In the final analysis, isn't it because the cost and gain don't match?

Of course, the function of punishment is to use unmatched high costs to instill fear in people, thereby ensuring that as few people as possible take risks and violate the rules.

Ryan put his wand back into its holster.

"I'm back." Bach's voice came from the entrance.

"Welcome back, Dad." Ryan walked out of the kitchen.

Bach stopped taking off his shoes and blinked: "Ryan?"

"it's me."

"What happened?"

"I just came back to take a look. By the way, there are some things I want you to buy for me."

"That's it?" Bach breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you did something bad and were expelled from school."

"Why do you think so, Dad!" Ryan said dissatisfied, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Sorry, sorry, just kidding." Bach took off his coat and hung it on the clothes rack in the living room. "So, what do you need dad to buy?"

"Well, there are quite a lot of kinds." Ryan took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Bach.

"Iron powder, crude antimony, saltpeter... ammonium chloride and mercury?" The more Bach looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. "Ryan, there are many things that are difficult to handle. What do you want with these?"

"I want to make a potion. This is part of the potion formula."

"Is this just part of it?" Bach's eyes widened. "But, Ryan, Dad has to ask, are you sure this thing is really a magic potion... and not poison?"

"Yes, I can confirm it." Ryan also smiled helplessly, "To be honest, when I first saw the formula, I didn't think it was a good thing."

"Okay." Bach put the note away, "I will try to find connections. I remember that a colleague's family has a factory owner."

"You can buy mercury in thermometers, and the amount is not too large." Ryan said, "However, it would be best to buy more. I am afraid that the production process may fail several times."

"Okay." Bach agreed, "But, Ryan, doesn't Hogwarts provide materials?"

"This is not something within the scope of the course." Ryan replied, "You can think of it as my personal interest research."

"I know." Bach stopped asking. He believed that his son was a man of his own opinion.

The family had dinner and chatted in the living room for a while before going back to the room to rest.

Ryan planned to stay at home one night and go back at noon on Saturday.He believed that the diligent Malfoy would always be waiting for him at the precise intersection.

He would definitely inform Snape, but Snape did not need to catch the situation. He only needed to inform Professor McGonagall and then ask Professor Sprout to check the dormitory.

Only Malfoy, who desperately wanted to see himself shriveled, would stay waiting at the secret passage, waiting for him to feel proud when he returned to school.

Ryan raised the corner of his mouth. How could he not give him a little more response to the expectations of an innocent little wizard?

So Ryan had a good sleep and had lunch at home before returning to the school gate via the Knight Bus.

He found the secret passage where he left and walked slowly and leisurely towards the school.

Then, Ryan, who squeezed out from behind the toady Gregory, saw Malfoy who looked tired but was smiling so much that he wanted to be punched.

"Franklin, hehehe..." Perhaps due to the long wait, Malfoy's throat was a little dry and hoarse.

"It's you, Malfoy." Ryan smiled.

But in Malfoy's opinion, Ryan's smile was obviously a sign of guilt and pretending to be calm.

"You're finally back." Malfoy smiled enigmatically.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"Stop pretending! You've done something wrong, Franklin!" Malfoy said fiercely, "Don't think that no one knows that you secretly left school! Now, follow me to Professor McGonagall's office. I want to see how you explain this time! "

"Then let's go." Ryan's attitude surprised Malfoy.

"You...heh! Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?" Malfoy's voice rose a little higher, "Franklin, just keep pretending, your timidity and uneasiness have already been conveyed through your eyes! I think you should I know, the professors have already figured out your whereabouts."

Ryan looked at Malfoy strangely, not knowing where he could see the "timidity and uneasiness" in his eyes.

"You are such a smart man..." Ryan patted Malfoy on the shoulder.

Malfoy immediately jumped away from Ryan. He covered his butt and said loudly: "What do you want to do? I'm warning you, my father is the school director, if you dare to touch me..."

Ryan sighed, ignored Malfoy and walked towards the second floor.

Malfoy quickly followed.

Arriving at the door of the Transfiguration Office, Ryan knocked on the door and walked in. Then under Malfoy's expectant eyes——

"Professor McGonagall, I want to confess my mistake to you."