Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

"I've been waiting more than a month for this bracelet," Slughorn murmured, but he quickly changed the subject. "Of course! It's very lucky to be able to buy such a top magic item that can be regarded as a family heirloom with gold, especially the work of this future alchemist when he was young. Not to mention that the situation outside is very dangerous now. There are countless People need this kind of self-defense props."

"Thank you for your compliment." Ryan nodded slightly. "But there is no way to make you wait so long, because it is too complicated to make this kind of thing, and I have to go to school, so it is impossible to spend all my energy on this. So every month I can only Make a little bit of it and offer it to the store."

"Yes, that's true. You're still a student, of course I can understand it," said Slughorn. "However, I think I can help you. I think it's a complete waste of time for you to do the homework I assign at your current level of potion making. I think I can allow you to skip the homework I assign after class, so that You can provide more people with magic props against black magic attacks."

"Thank you so much." Ryan smiled. For him, there is never enough time. It is a good thing to have more free time to do your own things. So after hearing what Slughorn had to say, he opened the bottle of elixir on the table and filled a golden cup and handed it over. "Professor, you have a taste of this wine. This is what I got from the Celestial Dynasty last time."

"It tastes good," said Slughorn after taking a sip, and then he brought the golden cup up to him and studied it carefully. "Hey, this doesn't seem like an ordinary cup."

"Of course not." Ryan smiled. "All the tableware here was made when I was practicing. Not only can I change the temperature of the liquid in the cup, but I can also detect whether the contents of the cup are poisonous."

"I've seen a similar set of tableware at Malfoy's before, it's not as exquisite as yours, and it's not as magical as yours. But they put that thing in a glass cabinet like a treasure, and just let it go every day." The house-elf in the house polishes the cups and plates, but never uses them."

"That's boring," Ryan said. "All alchemy props are made for a more convenient life. Putting these things on the shelf completely violates their original intention."

"Maybe it's because you're an alchemist. Ordinary wizards aren't like you—" Slughorn's tone showed a hint of envy. In this world, alchemists are much more valuable than potion masters. , especially now that Nicole May is dead. In Slughorn's eyes, as long as Ryan grows up step by step, he will definitely become a master alchemist in the future. So he was naturally envious.

In the following time, Ryan and Slughorn talked about the procurement of raw materials for Diagon Alley. Together, the two began to curse some profiteers in Diagon Alley. Soon, under Ryan's intentional flattery, Slughorn began to talk about his youth. At the same time, he also patted his chest and promised to help Ryan introduce some of his former students, so that Ryan can buy more high-quality and cheap things in raw material procurement in the future.

At this time, the wine that Slughorn brought and the bottle of wine that Ryan had put on the table before were almost finished, and Felicia gave Harry a slight push at this time. Ryan noticed that Harry suddenly approached Hermione and said something. After that, Hermione took out several square wine bottles from another space bag, and then stood up to fill up the wine for Ryan and Slughorn. .

And Ryan immediately pulled Professor Slughorn to chat about purchasing various raw materials in Knockturn Alley after receiving the notice that Hermione branded him with the phoenix, which obviously attracted Slugh Professor Horne's attention. Keeping him from noticing that Hermione had changed the wine.

"Dwarf mead." Ryan took a sip and confirmed what Hermione took out.

This is what the dwarves made when they returned to the Lonely Mountain. They're trying to steal the elf mead market with this stuff, so this wine is very close to elf mead in taste. The only difference is that even though this wine tastes soft, its alcohol content is not low. Just two bottles can overwhelm a dwarf.

So at this time Ryan can only use his alchemy to decompose the drunk wine to avoid drinking himself, but Slughorn sitting opposite him doesn't know this. He thought that this wine was as intoxicating as the sweet wine just now.

As a result, only half an hour later, Slughorn sat shoulder to shoulder with Ryan regardless of age, and at the same time began to toast each other: for Hogwarts, for Dumbledore, and for Harry Potter. Hermione watched Ryan and Slughorn playfully while drinking sweet tea. Harry held the glass and pretended to be drinking, but he always cooperated with Ryan just right to persuade Slughorn to drink more wine.

It didn't take long for Ryan to successfully sell the trial version of the bracelet that Harry was wearing to Slughorn. Slughorn took out a bag containing 2,800 galleons that had been cast with the space extension spell and handed it to Ryan.

Ryan originally asked him for 2,500 Galleons, but Slughorn looked down on me if you didn't accept my 3,000 Galleons. In the end, the two reached a consensus on the figure of 2800 Galleons. Slughorn then yelled "Cheers to a future master alchemist!" putting the bracelet into his pocket, while lifting a glass full of fine amber wine to his mouth.

After draining his glass, Slughorn began to sing a soothing and sad song. Lane had never heard this song anywhere else. It should be a wizard's ballad. Sure enough, after listening to the lyrics carefully, he found that the song sang a story that happened when a wizard named Odo was dying.

"Death is always scary." Hermione said after listening to the song, "so countless people try to avoid death, pursue life and hate death. This may be an instinct of creatures. Only some great Only a man can overcome the instinct of life and face death with head held high for some great cause when the need arises."

"Yes, that's how my parents are." Harry also answered beside him, and then looked at Slughorn: "Do you know about this?"

"Oh," Slughorn said, suppressing a big hiccup, "oh, yeah, they were really heroes, and I admired them a lot. But that was also really—terrible. Horrible...horrible... ..." At this point, he didn't know what to say next, he could only reach out and pick up another glass full of wine from the table. At the same time asked Harry back "I think - you don't remember, Harry?" he asked awkwardly.

"Don't remember - I was a year old when they died," said Harry, as he saw Ryan pull a herbal pellet from his bosom and set it on fire. Soon, the smoke was filling the room, and Harry sniffed the air for a grassy smell. I felt my nerves relax a lot.

"Soothing." Ryan mouthed Harry, and then made a cheering gesture with his right fist.

Harry nodded to Ryan, then turned his head to look into Slughorn's eyes and said, "Although I didn't remember those things because I was too young, I learned a lot when I grew up. My father died first, do you know?"

"Sorry, boy, I—I really don't know any of this," Slughorn said weakly.

"Yes... Voldemort killed him, and then stepped over his body and walked towards my mother." Harry looked very calm at this time, even a little cold. Ignoring Slughorn, who was looking at him in horror, he continued, "He told my mother to go away. Voldemort told me that she could not die. He just wanted to kill me. She could have escaped."

"Oh my God," said Slughorn softly, "she could have...she didn't have to...too horrible..."

"Yes," said Lane, almost in a whisper, after seeing Harry approach Slughorn. "But she didn't, she begged Voldemort to let me live too. But he just laughed..."

"Enough!" cried Slughorn suddenly, holding up trembling hands. "Really, my dear boy, enough is enough... I'm an old man... I don't need to hear... I don't want to hear..."

"You seem to have told me that my mother was once one of your most proud students, right?" Harry changed the subject under the guidance of that sip of Felicia Potion and asked this sentence.

"Of course, of course it is." Slughorn sank into the memory with the help of alcohol and sedatives. "Who who ever met Lily would hate her? She was so brave...so lively...but in the end, ah, the most terrible thing happened..."

"So I hope you can help, help the son of your favorite student." Harry finally said his goal for this evening.

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