Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

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He drank the contents of the bottle in one gulp.

"And I... apparently count as a Gryffindor too!"

The words fell.

Fred suddenly found himself spinning around.

The next moment, he found himself falling into the audience.

Ryan was already riding on his flying broom.

"Can I borrow your broom... well, I'll try my best to return it to you!"

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"A giant monster... but it seems to be bigger than what's written in the books!"

Lying on the ground, Harry's confused mind struggled to think.

He had heard Ryan mention this before in Hagrid's Hut - someone was raising trolls in the Forbidden Forest.

And according to the information Hermione shared with him not long ago, that person is most likely Professor Quirrell!

So, Harry has been catching up on a lot of books recently.

The monster in front of him was slightly different from the description in the book, but he still recognized it at a glance!

At this moment, he saw the giant monster walking towards him.

Harry knew he had to fight.

He gritted his teeth, tried to stand up, took out his wand and cast a spell on the troll, but he sadly discovered that his plan failed at the first step - he couldn't stand up.

He felt that he must have broken at least two ribs... no! Four!

"Harry!"

He heard many screams and exclamations, including those of the twins, Navisimo, and Senior Wood...

"Ow!"

He heard the roar of the troll.

"I'm dying."

Harry thought as everything in front of him began to blur.

But the next moment, Harry's gradually blurred vision saw something flying towards him!

"boom!"

He heard the sound of a broom breaking, followed by the sound of someone's footsteps landing!

"Oh, the broom broke."

There was some resentment in the voice.

Harry recognized the owner of the voice.

"Ryan..."

He murmured and said the other person's name.

"Well, it's me—Harry."

Ryan seemed to smile in response.

But then, Harry saw that the huge shadow of the troll seemed to be getting closer.

"careful..."

He said strugglingly.

"Don't worry, Harry—I can handle it."

"Sleep well."

Ryan's voice seemed to be filled with inexplicable conviction.

So, Harry felt relieved for some reason.

Everything went dark before his eyes - he passed out.

On the other side, Ryan slowly turned around after seeing Harry faint.

He looked in front of him and saw the giant monster lord who had already walked up to him.

The height, which was as big as a small building, could not bring any fear to Ryan.

There was only calm indifference in his light blue eyes.

"You've hurt Hogwarts students in front of me again... You're incredible!"

He said this - even though he knew that the trolls could not understand human language.

But as he spoke.

The magic power rising from him was enough to make the powerful giant monster in front of him growl in fear.

He instinctively realized that there was something wrong with the little thing in front of him.

He's dangerous...very dangerous!

"Wizards can always do incredible things."

Even young wizards who have not learned magic systematically can influence the world with their emotions alone, and accomplish many incredible things with their imagination alone.

It all comes from 'magic'.

"It is the noble flower that blooms in the soul, the greatest miracle in the world."

A wizard once commented like this.

In fact, in the truly most ancient times.

At one point, wizards would think that they were gods and could do anything.

For example, Ryan at this moment.

The surging magic power like a tide rushed through his soul and his body.

That powerful magic seemed to be telling him: "You can do anything!"

but...

"It's just an illusion."

Ryan had a clear grasp of his own sanity.

He knew that this was just an illusion caused by the powerful magic brought to him by the Goliath potion.

As Ravenclaw once told him: "Magic may be omnipotent, but wizards are not."

"Ryan...know yourself. You control the magic, not the magic that controls you."

Ryan agrees.

"Consistent with my judgment, the magical power of the smallest 1.5 ounce dose of Goliath Potion is the limit of what my body can currently withstand. If it were 0.1 ounce higher, it would harm my body."

"I have to exercise more in the future."

Feeling the magic power in his body, he made an accurate judgment.

That's right.

Snape's warnings when he handed him the Goliath potion were certainly correct.

Goliath potion is almost like a deadly poison to ordinary wizards - normal wizards simply cannot control external magic power beyond their own limits, and it is easy for their magic power to get out of control.

But Ryan is different.

He grew up for seven years a thousand years ago, and the magic power he possessed at that time was much greater than it is now - this made it easy for him to master this magic.

For him, he didn't need to worry about his magic getting out of control. The biggest limitation was the endurance of his eleven-year-old body, which prevented him from taking too much Goliath potion.

but...

"Even though it's not my own magic power, it's a little uncomfortable to use, and the strength is only a tiny fraction of what it used to be."

"But...it's such a long-lost feeling."

Ryan grinned.

"Ow!"

At this moment, the troll lord had already let out a roar.

He roared, waving the iron rod in his hand and looking at Ryan fiercely.

He raised the iron rod high, intending to smash the little thing in front of him to pieces.

but...

"Roar!"

Before the iron rod in his hand fell, the Troll Lord heard a roar.

It was a roar like a lion roaring on the grassland.