Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Elias, what was that potion you drank?"

"Elias, do you have a girlfriend?"

Ryan certainly had no intention of rejecting the kindness and curiosity of the little wizards.

"That's a curse passed down in my family, from my elders."

"Potion? It comes from Professor Snape. If you're curious, you can ask him... But I have to warn you, the potion is very dangerous!"

"Um, hello, senior. I'm single... Are you a seventh-year student? You're graduating this year—I heard you have NEWTs this year. How were your scores?"

After advertising for Professor Snape and asking about a senior student's test scores, the little lions around Ryan were still excited, but gradually dispersed.

It was obvious that the young wizards were not impressed by Professor Snape, and the senior student's grades were not ideal either.

Only Gemini saw the opportunity and came over.

"Hey, Ryan—you pay for my broom!"

Fred raised his brow.

"Ryan, tell us - what is that spell? Can we learn it... Well, it doesn't need to be as powerful as yours, just have to have the same effect!"

George winked and danced with his hands to indicate the spell Ryan had just used.

"That's so cool—I bet that after today, that spell you just performed will be the number one spell everyone wants to learn!"

In response to the twins' question, Ryan just smiled.

"Of course you can—but... there is a condition for learning that spell."

“What conditions?”

Gemini's eyes lit up.

"Go to the Room of Requirement and exercise."

Ryan smiled and said, "The key to this spell lies in inspiring your fighting spirit and controlling your magic power meticulously. You need to let the magic power attach to your muscles and bones. You need to practice for at least five years. Only after you can gradually control every inch of your muscles can you master this spell without losing control."

Then the twins' expressions turned visibly pale.

They looked at each other, as if considering the possibility of practicing the spell.

Then...

"Ahem... I'll go check on my broom - maybe it can be repaired?"

"Let me go see how Harry is doing? He doesn't look well."

Gemini looked around and talked about other things, then turned around and prepared to run away.

But before leaving, Fred realized something was wrong: "That's not right—you've only been in school for a year, how can you have five years to practice?"

"Oh..."

Ryan grinned: "As you can see, I'm a genius."

"..."*2

Gemini was a little annoyed.

But what made them even more angry was that they couldn't find any reason to refute it.

But at this moment...

"Merlin—what's happening here!?"

Everyone saw a kitten leaping back to the auditorium where the professors were originally sitting, and transformed into Professor McGonagall.

After her, Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick also appeared.

Like Professor McGonagall, they all looked in amazement at the huge, headless corpse of the troll lying on the lawn!

"Troll... no, the Troll Lord?"

Professor Flitwick instantly recognized the identity of the giant monster, which made the old man almost fall headfirst into his seat.

After they asked the chattering little wizards beside them, they all looked at Ryan in disbelief.

But they haven't spoken yet.

"bake!"

Accompanied by the light of the phoenix, Dumbledore and Fawkes returned to their seats.

But the old wizard did not sit down.

He simply extended his hand, signaling the professors to remain calm, and then cast a "loud voice" on himself.

"Children—the invading trolls have been completely driven out thanks to the outstanding work of the professors... and Mr. Elias."

"I believe that the potion given to him by Professor Snape, coupled with his courage and talent, made this miracle possible!"

"Now, Professor McGonagall will take the injured young wizards to the school hospital. The rest of the young wizards, please leave the playground in an orderly manner... The prefects of each house will take roll call in half an hour. I hope you will all be back in your dormitories by then."

He said these words with a smile, and the content of his words undoubtedly supported Ryan's statement.

"Potion! That potion came from Professor Snape!"

"I was saying, how could Elias, a first-year wizard, be so powerful!"

"Shut up! Potions are potions... He's just that powerful, potions are just supplementary!"

"Dumbledore knows about the potion - maybe this is what he asked Professor Snape to give to Elias! Elias is indeed Dumbledore's..."

The arguing of the young wizards made Ryan feel a little relieved.

Although it was still filled with wild anecdotes, Ryan didn't mind.

He actually didn't care much about his ancient magic being exposed, as evidenced by the previous Star Curse.

He just fears trouble.

The thought that he would be surrounded by little wizards and witches in school in the future, and that there might be some restless people in the wizarding world secretly watching him... well, the former would annoy him, and the latter would make him itch to fight.

And now, Professor Snape will obviously help him share a large part of the trouble.

No matter if it's a young wizard, a pure-blood family or an ambitious person...most people are obviously willing to believe in the level of a potion master, but will not believe that an 11-year-old wizard really has such powerful magic.

“What a nice guy.”

Ryan sighed in his heart.

But at the same time...

"Ryan."

A gentle and kind voice came into Ryan's ears.

That was Dumbledore's voice.

Ryan looked up and saw the old wizard standing on the stage, winking at him.

"Perhaps you would like to come to my office and enjoy a delicious coconut sorbet?"

Chapter 83: Showdown! Dumbledore's Terror! (4.4K words, second update)

In the principal's office.

The Sorting Hat on its wooden stand was dozing, while the portraits of the headmasters looked solemn.

Obviously, they all found out what happened in school today through various means.

Eight trolls and a troll lord were sent to Hogwarts by someone unknown.

This is undoubtedly a serious incident.

So at this moment, they all looked at the old man and the young boy in the office with serious expressions - they also heard that the most powerful troll lord who attacked the Quidditch field was solved by this little wizard!

"What do you think, Ryan?"

At this moment, Dumbledore spoke softly - the old wizard's words were very serious.

"Um..."

Ryan pondered solemnly, and after a long while he finally gave an answer with difficulty.

"There's so much condensed milk that it masks the coconut milk. The aroma of the arabesque slightly makes up for it, but it's still not enough... Honeydukes' quality control isn't very good this time!"

Dumbledore nodded. "A keen observation."

The old wizard said confidently, "If it were me, I would add another third of egg white—it would enhance the effect of the aromatherapy grass and add some sweetness."

Ryan stood in awe: "As expected of you, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

As a result, the faces of the principals' portraits became more serious.

"Hogwarts is finished."

Phineas Black commented sharply.

But the next moment, the portraits of the principals found that their eyes went dark - their portraits were turned silently and covered with a special magic cloth.

This meant that Dumbledore did not want them to eavesdrop on the ensuing conversation.

"Well...tea time is over."

Dumbledore stopped snapping his fingers.

He looked at Ryan with a smile: "Ryan, you must have a lot of questions?"

"of course."

Ryan nodded as a matter of course.

He certainly didn't come to the principal's office to taste the coconut ice cream - he was not a person with a big appetite, who in Hogwarts didn't know that?

In fact, he had long wanted to have a chat with Dumbledore, the current headmaster, but unfortunately he never had the chance.

And this time, it is obviously time for a showdown.

But it must be said that although he had many questions in his mind that he wanted to ask Dumbledore.

But when it really came time to speak, he really didn't know where to start.

After a long while, Ryan said, "I have to thank you for helping me deal with the pure-blood family."