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Chapter 166 The Pre-Holiday Banquet
Chapter 166 The Pre-Holiday Banquet
"Mr. Ollivander, what are you saying? Apprentices who graduate from your tutelage are undoubtedly elites in their fields. It's only right to offer as many Galleons as possible to retain talent."
Ryan immediately stated that talent is priceless.
After chatting and laughing for a while, the two went on to study the topic of the magic wand together.
The wand research and returning to Hogwarts for classes were interspersed, with occasional visits to the school infirmary to see if Quirrell could be cured.
Then, on weekends, he would gather with friends he had previously helped with verbal communication, and close friends, for group meals. Although Dumbledore called this "forming cliques," Ryan simply ignored him.
Incidentally, it also amplified the use of prophecy to help and change the fate of wizards.
Instead of releasing intelligence every three to five days, it has become releasing intelligence every one or two days. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is just something to say to show off.
This made his reputation grow ever stronger, and his name spread not only throughout Britain but also throughout the European magical world.
As for the Magic Congress, Miss Julia, who is currently enjoying herself, stated that she is not familiar with the Magic Congress.
After all, he couldn't see Nava when he was at the Magic Congress, and there were no dedicated Auror trainers to bring prospective Aurors to his home for guidance.
And so, the first semester, which originally had a month left, came to an end.
Adventurers' Club.
"Tomorrow's a holiday, so everyone relax today and have a blast." Ryan, who rushed back from Diagon Alley, organized a party. Unlike his usual study and discussion sessions, this was a purely recreational gathering.
He had already informed the kitchen staff in advance, asking them to prepare a feast for thirty people.
"Yay!"
"Yay!"
The aroma of food fills the air as people announce their holiday, and a chorus of "Yay!" fills the air.
Harry's face shifted between sunshine and gloom.
Because his mind was divided into two parts: one part was enjoying the present moment, and the other part was facing the hellish life tomorrow.
He suddenly remembered that after dealing with the parade incident at the Ministry of Magic that day, Ralvin came over and spoke with Dumbledore and himself.
Larvin spoke to Dumbledore for a moment, then Dumbledore went to take care of some things, and afterwards he was talking to himself—Harry Potter, yes, I can't remember what he said at the time because he wasn't in a good state.
The only thing I can remember is that Larvin claimed that senior Ryan stayed at school during the holidays.
Can I also live at the school?
Harry looked up at Ryan, who was chatting with Vio, cautiously glancing up and down.
The night was still, the moonlight hazy, with clouds occasionally obscuring it before drifting away and returning it to the earth.
The moonlight shone down once again, illuminating Harry's profile as he quietly lowered his head.
He poked at the steaks on the plate with his knife and fork. The steaks, which had been coated with a little bit of ecstasy and happiness potion, were juicy and flavorful. Each slice was rich in color and had a wonderful aroma. However, the number of steaks on the plate hadn't decreased much. Instead, there were many more small holes in the steaks that had just been poked.
At this moment, Harry Potter, the Voldemort jinchūriki who was already a prominent figure in the British wizarding world, was caught in a dilemma. He wanted to ask to stay at the school but was also inexplicably afraid.
He was caught in a dilemma.
Others, however, did not share this concern.
George and Weasley are performing acrobatics, seemingly trying to seriously interpret the artistic form of the clown.
These two actors don't seem to be very good at acting; they can't quite capture the essence of the clown even when following the script.
Suddenly, Fred casually revealed a pile of Galleons on the floor: "Oh dear, sorry, I've made too much money these days."
"That's right, the players really love our operations and are willingly spending a lot of Galleons to buy services. Now Fred and I have more Galleons than we can spend." George read this passage, which wasn't in the script, with a blank expression and no change in his voice, just like he was playing the Joker.
The clinking and tinkling of gold coins rolling on the ground was filled with the sound of wealth, and it resonated more deeply with the audience than the two performers' act.
George: "Oh my, now we can buy whatever we want!"
Fred: "Unlike some great prefects, I can't even fully support myself—what a pity."
George: "What should we do?"
Fred: "Of course, it's for the great prefect! He's going to be a big shot in the Ministry of Magic someday!"
All eyes turned to Percy, who nodded approvingly: "You know what, the Weasley twins' performance was spot-on."
The Joker is so vividly portrayed.
Of course, jokes aside, it was because of everyone present that Percy could take the joke.
Because everyone knows that Percy himself knows that he will definitely get a good position in the Ministry of Magic, and may even become the deputy director of a department within three to five years.
Perhaps his power is not very high, but in terms of position, he is already comparable to his father after his promotion.
Amidst the upheaval at the Ministry of Magic's top leadership, Dumbledore strongly recommended Arthur Weasley, claiming that he was of high moral character, loyal to his duties, diligent, and possessed excellent magical abilities, making him suitable for the important task. Therefore, Arthur Weasley was unanimously elected by the Council of Ministers to become Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Transportation, filling the vacancy left by Ralvin.
Arthur Weasley's promotion gave Percy more confidence in his speech. Although George and Fred accounted for 99.99% of the Weasley family's income, Percy still felt that working for the Ministry of Magic was far better than running a business.
Ryan's assessment of this was: Percy was born in the wrong place; if he were born elsewhere, his family would understand him.
"Since taking over the Selwyn family and communicating with those so-called in-laws, I've realized just how much the Weasley family is envied by them." Vio heard the Weasleys' voices and couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the three redheads interact.
"Of the so-called Twenty-Eight Holy Families, very few are not on the verge of extinction—." He carefully recalled the specific situations of various families in the magic world and made a very certain conclusion.
After all, it's a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but there are only two or three direct descendants. It can truly be said that they are on the verge of extinction.
Ryan didn't want to interrupt about the issue of pure-blood family populations. He waited for Vio to finish speaking while swirling the pomegranate juice in his wine glass.
It looked so authentic, just like the style of the Union Jack from Chongqing.
Vio only noticed the Weasley brothers making some remarks, without any intention of discussing the population issue in depth.
So Ryan asked, "How's the communicator industry going? Where are they located now? This afternoon when I passed through Hogsmeade, someone asked me if they'd sold communicators to the Magical Congress."
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