Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

After she finished speaking, she said expectantly, "Besides, I heard from Filius that you joined the Charms Club... I mean—perhaps you would like to join the Herbs Club as well?"

"Oh, if I could, of course I would."

Ryan hesitated, but still agreed.

Professor Sprout's expression became visibly excited.

"You don't have to worry about it taking up too much of your time. The Herbal Club's activities are held more frequently. We plant some plants regularly, and usually only have one activity every two weeks."

"The event will be held in the greenhouse. I'll have the elves notify you when the time comes... Of course, if you can bring some unique plant seeds..."

"No problem at all."

Ryan finally understood Professor Sprout's purpose - he estimated that the other party's Nordic fire mushroom had been successfully cultivated.

"Oh, Ryan...such a good boy!"

While Professor Sprout was wiping his eyes with emotion, Professor McGonagall had a sharp look on her face.

Her eyes looked at Ryan, and her lips seemed to tremble a little embarrassedly.

This reminded Ryan of Friday - the little white cat often had this expression recently, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Elias."

Finally, Professor McGonagall reluctantly spoke.

"Just call me Ryan."

Ryan said quickly.

"Perhaps you would like to join the Transfiguration Club?"

Professor McGonagall said: "The activity is held on the second Wednesday afternoon of every month. Club members will discuss their unique understanding of Transfiguration..."

"Of course!"

Seeing that the older cat girl had difficulty speaking and was obviously very embarrassed, Ryan nodded quickly.

"Professor, I actually just saw something about cross-species transformation in that magic book in the vault a while ago... I was just about to ask you about it!"

Professor Snape obtained ancient potion materials from him, Professor Flitwick learned the Star-Curtain Charm, and Professor Sprout obtained the seeds of ancient magical plants - he couldn't treat Professor McGonagall differently!

And with the situation now developing, he guessed that Professor McGonagall would not try to ask him for the so-called magic book.

"Of course, I'd be happy to help you out."

Professor McGonagall's expression softened.

Then Ryan said goodbye and left Professor Flitwick's office.

He then found that his already busy life became even busier.

Exercising, attending classes, writing papers, participating in various club activities, playing with giant squids, and occasionally mediating the cat-bird fights between his cat and owl, his days are quite fulfilling.

But Ryan knew he would soon get some time to rest.

Because the Christmas holidays are coming.

Snowflake-shaped Christmas streamers began to be hung all over the school, and the torches and lights in every corridor were enchanted to look like Christmas trees.

A full three-week vacation is a great event worth celebrating for most young wizards.

So after signing the Christmas school leaving form, all the little wizards were in high spirits.

Of course, most of the little wizards chose to go home for Christmas.

But there are exceptions.

"So, you're not going home this holiday?"

At this time, in the dormitory.

Ryan sat on a chair holding the white cat.

In front of him, the Weasley twins nodded in unison.

"Of course, Mum knows everything about Ron."

"We've already received the Howler Letter, and we don't want to go back and listen to another Howler—Percy alone is enough to listen to it."

The twins spoke alternately, but when it came to the last part about Percy, they spoke in unison.

"Wise choice."

Ryan recalled the occasional yelling from Ms. Pera that he had heard when he made mistakes, and felt that the twins' decision was wise.

"So, you came to me today to work out with me in the Room of Requirement?"

So, Ryan also extended an invitation.

"No!"*2

Hearing this, the twins' expressions suddenly changed.

"We're here to invite you to buy Christmas gifts for your friends!"

Fred quickly stated his purpose.

"Christmas present?"

Hearing this, Ryan was stunned.

He certainly had no plans to return to the Silver Lime Tree Welfare Home this Christmas.

Although he did miss Ms. Pella and Dean Aisha, it was already winter.

Considering the centaur's prophecy, Ryan did not think it was a wise choice to leave Hogwarts at this time.

But as Fred said...even though he wasn't going back, he still had to prepare some Christmas gifts.

"Aren't you going to invite Harry and Ron?"

So he didn't refuse Fred's request, but just asked.

That's right, Harry and Ron did not go home during this holiday - the former was said to be because he did not want to go back to his aunt and uncle's house, and the latter's reason was no different from the twins'.

Among the three, it was Hermione, who always loved studying, who chose to go home and reunite with her parents.

"Oh, we did - but they said they were going to see Hagrid today."

George and Fred shrugged.

After hearing this, Ryan understood.

He had heard that Hagrid's dragon, Norbeta, had grown to a considerable size recently - dragons grew too fast.

He vaguely remembered that Hermione said they planned to send the dragon away after Christmas...Harry and the others might be busy with this recently.

"Ok."

So Ryan didn't ask any more questions: "Do you have any ideas about Christmas gifts?"

The twins looked at each other and then laughed.

"We're going to take you to a fun place!"

"We figured you'd be dying to go... to Hogsmeade!"

Chapter 87 Ryan: No one understands the Big Four better than me! (5.6K words, third update)

Snow had been falling near Hogwarts long before the Christmas holidays.

As the snow fell, the pointed wooden houses of Hogsmeade looked like cakes sprinkled with icing.

In the window of Honeydukes, a sealed chocolate frog tries to break free from the gold foil.

Inside the store, the owner, Mr. Ambrose Frum, was recalling the three little wizards with some confusion.

He didn't know when the other party entered the store, but he suspected that one of the young wizards was not old enough - according to the rules, young wizards under the third grade were not allowed to come to Hogsmeade.

but...

Looking at the shop showcases that had been cleared out by the little wizard, and the gold Galleons placed on the counter.

"never mind."

He showed a sincere smile on his face and tried to pretend that he didn't notice the other person's abnormality.

And at the same time...

"Rules are made to be broken... Oh, and those booger-smelling Bibi Every Flavour Beans are such a wicked invention!"

Fred's face wrinkled as he chewed some Every Flavour Beans.

"How's it here, Ryan?"

George beside him was beaming with joy - he had just eaten a flame bacon-flavored Bibibi multi-flavor bean, a rare and delicious variety.

He looked at Ryan beside him with some pride.

"great!"

Ryan nodded with satisfaction.

Especially when he thought of the mountain of snacks in his ring, the smile on his face became even more intense.

His gaze turned towards Hogsmeade in front of him.

He could see some exquisite clothes floating outside the store, waving at them, and on the back of the clothes was a sign that read 'Elegant Wizard Clothing Store'.

Not far away there is a small and cramped teahouse, the door of which is decorated with tacky lace, but the broom and mop fighting in front of the door make its tacky look unique.

There is also a beautifully renovated shop on the roadside, with feather pens and inks in the shop with the words "Wenrenju Feather Pen Shop - Welcome to Buy" written on them.

There are also the Three Broomsticks and the Hog's Head, where young wizards are not allowed to enter - of course, the most unforgettable is Zonko's Joke Shop, a paradise for young wizards.

At this moment, a constantly changing magical sign is hanging outside the store.

[Nose-biting teacup: Brand new in our shop, guaranteed by Merlin's nose tip, it's fun]

“Not funny!”

Fred commented sharply, and George agreed: "To be exact, it's very unimaginative!"

Gemini, who dreams of becoming the king of pranks, is obviously not satisfied with the works of his predecessors.