Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

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Lucius's unusual nervousness seemed to appear before his eyes.

"He was nervous and impatient, and his Legilimency wasn't great... He missed a message, a crucial one."

"That's why he was so frustrated afterwards... He knew he didn't have a second chance."

"Then it's not difficult to guess what the key information is."

A guess naturally formed in Ryan's mind - Lucius was obviously under some extremely dangerous surveillance or control, and he couldn't really go to the Three Broomsticks Bar.

"He needs an opportunity."

"Something happened, and then he came here to meet me at sunset."

Ryan understood.

So he politely declined the hostess, Mrs. Rostamer's invitation to give him another glass of ice milk.

He knew that nothing would come of it today.

But he didn't bother about it.

Impatience is the most useless emotion for things that haven't happened yet.

He stood up, calmly pushed open the heavy wooden door, and walked out of the bar.

He had to go back to school—he had other things to do.

but...

"The inquiry meeting has been scheduled for next month, so things should be a little quieter."

He thought to himself.

And the fact is just as he thought.

For the next period of time, the wizarding world began to become unusually peaceful.

Fudge and the pure-blood families were fully preparing for the inquiry, and even the public opinion offensive they had been carrying out had become much more stable.

This gave Ryan some rare free time.

But it is obvious that his leisure time itself is not leisure time.

For example, right now...

"I succeeded!"

Inside the activity room of the Pavatu Club.

Neville's success was like a signal flare at dawn, igniting the young wizards in the classroom.

That's right.

Ever since Cedric successfully mastered meditation in their first activity, the young wizards have been performing very stably at the Pavatu Club.

Starting from the second club activity, more and more young wizards gradually mastered the meditation method.

Hermione, Harry, Dean, and even Draco Malfoy - more and more young wizards have mastered the method of meditation.

And today, Neville, who is known as a slow learner among young wizards, has also successfully mastered the method of meditation.

Many young wizards congratulated him - except for the Snake Court, Neville has always been popular.

But at this moment, there was one person who couldn't laugh.

Mr. Ron Weasley was irritable.

He is one of the only few little wizards in the entire classroom who has not mastered the method of meditation.

"calm down!"

At this moment, he forced himself to calm down and then closed his eyes.

Then he saw again thousands of spiders rushing towards him.

"..."

Even though he had seen it countless times, he still subconsciously shrank his neck at this moment.

But after a moment, the fear was replaced by the thought of not wanting to be left behind by my friends.

"Come on! You bastards! Come on!"

He roared in his heart, and then tried to raise the wand in his hand.

It was at this moment...

"Buzz!"

The magic power in his body underwent a miraculous change.

In the classroom, Harry, who had always been concerned about his friend, also saw Ron's expression. A ball of magic power surged out, causing a piece of candy in Ron's bag to fly up.

But Harry, who now had a clear grasp of magic and meditation, could see that Ron didn't chant the spell in the normal way, or wave his wand, or construct the standard 'levitation spell' model.

He cast the spell with his own mind—a standard feature of mastering meditation!

"He succeeded!"

Harry gasped in surprise.

But just as he finished his words, he saw the candy flying crookedly in the air as if it was drunk!

The candy spun out of control and landed in Neville's mouth, who was still cheering.

"Oh..."

Neville let out a cry of surprise, but then the cry turned into joy at eating the candy.

"Thanks, Ron!"

He thought Ron had thrown the candy to him, so he thanked him.

Seeing this scene, Ryan also smiled.

He knew that the next event would be the real beginning of the Pavatu Club's main topic.

Chapter 215 Werewolves raid Malfoy Manor. Why would I have such a dream?

That's right, Ryan thought that during the next Pavatu Club activity, he might consider teaching the young wizards some real ancient spells.

"I need to choose some relatively safe spells that won't get out of control so easily... I hope nothing happens in the near future."

Ryan thought to himself.

But at this moment...

"Ok?"

He glanced across the club's activity room and suddenly noticed a problem.

Draco Malfoy, who is also a member of the Pavarotti Club, sat silently in his seat.

He didn't taunt Ron or Neville, and didn't even glance at the cheering Harry.

"..."

Then, Ryan's brows furrowed slightly.

It was clear that Draco Malfoy was not in his element – although he had been that way for quite a while this term.

However, considering the message from Lucius from the Ministry of Magic not long ago.

“…worth noting.”

Ryan thought to himself.

He still wasn't sure what the message Lucius had given him meant.

But he suddenly realized that if Lucius was willing to take such a big risk to pass on the information, it meant that the situation had become very difficult.

"Lucius was delivering the message for his son, while Draco was almost certainly working for Voldemort. Does this mean that his recent 'mission' may have reached a point where it must be carried out?"

Ryan murmured in his heart.

So in the following days, he began to consciously observe Draco Malfoy.

And as expected, the other party's abnormality was obvious.

Draco certainly wasn't as cocky as he used to be when they passed each other in the corridors or in class during the day.

He even gave up his greatest hobby - provoking Harry.

When they met in the corridor, he would even deliberately lower his head and avoid her gaze, as if a Dementor was chasing him.

This made Ryan even suspect that this might be part of Voldemort's conspiracy - Draco's abnormality was too obvious, and it was hard to believe that Voldemort would really use him to carry out his conspiracy.

"Unless he is a deceived demon king, and someone does not want his plan to succeed..."

Ryan muttered.

And three days later on the night...

On the eighth floor, outside the house where all wishes are granted.

A suspicious figure wrapped in a large hooded cloak was sneaking out of the Room of Requirement.

The figure's steps were hurried and stiff, and his platinum-blonde hair was faintly visible under his hood. It was Draco Malfoy.

His expression was gloomy, but when he saw the figure standing not far away through the moonlight, his gloom turned into horror and fear.

He turned and tried to escape, but the spell was obviously faster than him.

"Quickly bind!"

Ryan's voice was not loud, but it had undeniable penetrating power.

A soft spell flew out silently and wrapped around Draco's ankle with precision.

"boom!"