Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 9:55, Ryan was in the abandoned classroom on the 6th floor, looking at the two people in front of him like headless flies.

After Ron stood at the Mirror of Erised, Harry's face suddenly changed. He was eager to push Ron away, but Ron's feet seemed to be rooted in the same place, motionless.

"Ron, get out of the way, my parents are gone." Harry said.

"Look, is this me?" Ron muttered to himself in a magical trance, as if Harry's shouting didn't exist at all. But it's true, Ron's current strength is 7 according to the panel. He is only 11 years old, which is close to the limit of 10 for adults and normal wizards.

And Harry's strength is only 4. After so long, even in Hogwarts, his strength has not improved. No, maybe it is because of Hogwarts that he is like this.

After all, he didn't work like a house elf. Even if he ate well, Harry admitted that they just didn't let him eat too much at the Dursleys' house.

This standard of being overfull, not counting Dudley's diet later, should actually be considered a normal amount of food. After all, Vernon Dursley is also fat, Dudley is also fat, and so is their aunt Marge. By this calculation, Petunia probably eats a lot, and their overfull is probably not a small amount.

On the other side, when Harry was panting and resting, Ron seemed to come to his senses. He threw off the quilt on his body, put on various self-proclaimed handsome looks, and even turned around in place.

"Can you see your family around you?" Harry asked with a suppressed smile.

"No - only me - but it's different from now - I seem to be a little older - I'm also the president of the boy's student union!" Ron stroked his hair, trying to make it more regular and more in line with his identity. But Ron was still not satisfied, and even wanted to dip his hands in saliva to fix his hair, but perhaps because of Harry's presence, he gave up.

"What?" Harry was surprised and his jaw dropped.

"I-I'm wearing the badge that Bill used to wear-I'm holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup-I'm the captain of the Quidditch team!" Ron said excitedly, holding up the invisible trophy, and reluctantly turned his head to Harry, "Do you think this mirror foreshadows the future?"

"How is it possible? Everyone in my family is dead... Let me take another look..." Harry denied, and wanted to push Ron away, but whispered to himself, "Wait, this is not impossible-Resurrection Stone?"

Ryan quickly waved his wand and tampered with Harry's words. After all, Dumbledore couldn't let him know that Harry knew about the Deathly Hallows.

But he immediately thought that he was just adding fuel to the fire.

Dumbledore shouldn't be eavesdropping now, or he can only monitor the screen.

Ryan made a contract about the Deathly Hallows and Atlantis. If a third person could hear (Harry was whispering, Ron couldn't hear), Harry couldn't say the word Resurrection Stone at all.

Ron's performance this time was different from the original world line. Since they would stay all night this time, Ron did not compete with Harry. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up his seat, "Okay, there's still a whole night."

"Then I'll go to sleep first. Wake me up when you want to sleep, and I'll admire my future heroic figure!" Ron found a corner, wrapped himself in a quilt and went to sleep.

This is outrageous. Ron can always fall asleep, no matter where he is.

And Harry nodded, looked at the mirror again, and rubbed it like a demon.

Ryan saw that there was nothing to see next, so he disappeared from the spot.

In Nottingham Forest, in a room in Smith Castle, Dr. Hamster Flywheel was happily drinking water.

Ryan appeared outside the door, and the house elf Jack also appeared and took over the black cat Jerry.

The reason why Ryan appeared here was for a pet ceremony. Jerry was born in this way, and Dr. Hamster Flywheel should be the same as Jerry.

Before designing the Moon's Phantom, Ryan had thought about whether he should destroy the Horcrux directly after he reached Fearless Level 7, that is, a wizard known as a god. But thinking that in this world, even a piece of toilet paper has its own role, so it would be a pity to destroy the Horcrux.

So, Jerry, the spirit of Fiendfyre, was born.

The nemesis of the Horcrux is the fangs of the basilisk and Fiendfyre.

Under Ryan's design, he adopted a pure black tabby cat with a terminal cat disease, extracted the concept of Fiendfyre and Horcrux, and spent 10 hours of uninterrupted magic output, and a new magical creature was born.

It is not picky about food and can eat anything. It can be said to be more similar to a phoenix, but the Horcrux is the food for its growth.

If there is no sinful wizard soul or Horcrux feeding, it can only be the size of a palm.

Today, Dr. Hamster Flywheel, Ryan is going to adopt another plan, which is inspired by Dementors. After going through the ritual, Dr. Hamster Flywheel will have the ability to absorb the complicated emotions of wizards. With it around, he will not think about it and lose his concentration.

In this way, it will also have a long life. The most painful thing about keeping a pet is the separation of life and death, and Ryan must put an end to this since he has the ability.

So, Dr. Hamster Flywheel suddenly fell asleep, and in his dream, azure runes continued to flow out of Ryan's wand.

Time soon came to the next day.

Ryan returned to the Hogwarts dormitory and found that Harry and Ron had not returned yet.

Harry had fallen asleep after a long thought, while Ron looked like he had just woken up, constantly changing poses in front of the Mirror of Erised, with a hint of water light flashing on the ends of his fiery red hair.

Harry didn't wake up until nearly 10 o'clock, and packed up his things with Ron, pretending to have just finished breakfast in the Great Hall and went to the lounge. There was no one around, and he didn't know who to pretend to be.

In the lounge, by the fire, Harry and Ron sat in armchairs, eating bread, flatbread, and mushrooms stabbed with a roasting fork while chatting.

"Want to play chess?"

"Why don't we go down to see Hagrid?"

"I know what you're thinking about, Harry, you're thinking about the mirror. Don't go there tonight." Ron asked Harry three times in a row, and got a negative answer every time.

Now Ron has finished his pleasure and fell into a state similar to the sage mode, as if he is not interested in the magic mirror and has completely forgotten how obsessed he is.

"Why?" Harry, who still wants to meet his family, asked.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth. My neck feels like it's going to get stiff. The floor is too hard. I want to sleep on the bed." Ron said truthfully.

"Come on, we can stay there until dawn. Today is the third day. Professor Filch and Professor Snape won't block the door again."

"Yesterday, we didn't leave any traces." Harry advised.

"No, Harry, I still think it's too dangerous. My waist can't take it. I won't go tonight. I'll accompany you tomorrow." Ron thought again and again, but still refused.