The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

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The next morning at breakfast, the sky was clear, blue and cloudless through the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall. This was good news because Gryffindor Quidditch players, who were lighter and more agile than Slytherins, could more easily take advantage of the weather.

The atmosphere in the hall was as good as the weather outside. Beside the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, the players, who had already put on their Quidditch uniforms but not yet equipped with protective gear, were enjoying their breakfast to replenish their energy for the upcoming games.

Of course, enjoying breakfast only refers to the state of most people. For example, after Ryan sat down in an empty seat, he found Ron sitting there with a pale face, his eyes dull, and his knife and fork unconsciously moving around the middle of the plate. Harry took a glass of milk from a jug on the table and placed it next to Ron.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Ryan walked over to Harry and asked. "I heard from other people in the courtyard that he was fine during training."

"That's the case most of the time." Harry nodded helplessly. "But he was terrible at the last practice last night. He only caught 1/3 of the balls he was supposed to catch. He even told me he wanted to quit the team. In short, he's the type of person who can save any ball when he's in good shape, but can't do anything when he's in bad shape."

After hearing this, Ryan looked at Ron, who almost poured milk into his nose, with some concern. "Well, I think his condition today is not just bad, but very bad."

Harry's expression suddenly fell. "Is there any way you can help him? Anyway, I have no other ideas. I have been trying to comfort him since I got up, but it's no use."

"Harry, whether it's potions or spells, I have ways to cheer Ron up." Ryan continued, looking at the hope in Harry's eyes. "But these are all methods prohibited by the Quidditch rules without exception, but--"

"But what?" Harry asked anxiously. This was his first match after becoming the captain of the Gryffindor team, and he absolutely could not lose. Especially since he had previously insisted that Ron be the goalkeeper. If he lost this match, he would definitely be held responsible for ruining the team by favoring one's own people, so what Ryan said was like a life-saving straw to him, and he subconsciously wanted to grab it.

"Here's a Muggle method. I think we can try it." Ryan touched his chin and said, "I have to state in advance that I can't guarantee that my method will be completely effective. I can only guarantee that even if it doesn't work, the situation won't be worse than it is now."

"That's good, that's good." Harry smiled. "Do you need any help?"

"No need." Ryan said, walking to the other side of the long table, where Ron, who looked like an earthy person and was drinking milk, said, "Ron, I see you're a little nervous. But I have a way to make you less nervous. Do you want to try it?"

"It's useless. I'm going to lose today. This match will definitely be my last." Ron said with a frustrated look on his face, but was quickly interrupted by Ryan. "How can you know that I can't do it if you don't try? Don't forget, I'm an alchemist."

"But using potions or magic in the competition is against the rules." Hermione appeared beside Ryan at this time. "You don't want to break the rules, do you? If you do this, even if you win, it will be soulless."

"Of course not." Ryan turned around and explained to Hermione. He regretted taking Hermione to the world of Twilight a while ago. After two months of surfing the Internet, Hermione now knows more than a normal person in the mid-90s would know. "The method I use doesn't require any magic at all." Ryan vowed.

After that, he took out a gold pocket watch from his pocket and said to Ron: "Now relax and look at my watch. This is a time-honored Muggle technique. I promise it can solve the problem you are facing now."

"Hypnosis?" Hermione suddenly realized, and several Muggle wizards around who noticed this also showed understanding expressions. "What are you going to do?" Ron asked a little uneasily, especially when he saw several classmates around him nodding and smiling at what Ryan did, he felt even more confused.

"This is a treatment method used by people who don't know magic, and it works well for people with overly nervous nerves." Colin Creevey added at this time. "I've seen hypnosis used to treat overly nervousness or battlefield sequelae in hospitals, and I heard it works well."

"That's good." Ron looked at the gold watch, while Ryan muttered in a gentle tone and in a certain rhythm. "You can, relax, you can definitely block the ball--"

Ten minutes later, Ron's eyes widened and he fell into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. At this time, Ryan put away his pocket watch and snapped his fingers in front of him. Ron immediately woke up with a start.

"I feel - it seems different from before." Ron touched his chest after waking up, then raised his voice to say to the people around him, "I think I can definitely make it in this competition."

"Cheer up, Ron!" Lavender shouted from the side, "I know you'll be great!"

"Thank you!" The color slowly returned to Ron's face. He waved to Lavender, then turned around and said to Ryan with a smile on his face: "Thanks, buddy, I feel great now."

"It seems that your hypnosis just now worked well!" Hermione said to Ryan beside her while sitting in the stands beside the court. The game had been going on for more than ten minutes. Ron easily saved one ball after another on the court. It was simply a piece of cake. He also had a smile on his face. He even pretended to be directing them from above when everyone was singing to encourage him. Even Zacharias's prejudiced words about him before did not affect his state.

"——Weasley saved the ball again. Yes, people always have good luck..." Zacharias spoke into the microphone. Ryan frowned. He felt that a commentator should not be so biased. Not to mention that it was basically a personal attack.

Finally, ten minutes later, Harper was the first to spot the golden snitch, which was shining brightly against the clear blue sky. When Harper was about to catch the golden snitch, Harry's hand was still a few feet away from the golden snitch. Fortunately, Harry was quick-witted and asked Harper a question about Malfoy, which surprised him, causing him to lose his grip on the snitch and the ball slipped from his fingers.

Harry took this opportunity to swoop over to the flapping ball and caught it, then turned and dashed toward the ground, holding the Snitch high in his hands.

"Today's game was really good." Ryan said with a smile as he saw Ginny squeeze through the Gryffindor players in the middle of the field and rush forward to hug Harry and kiss him passionately. This war is destined to take a long time, and a positive attitude is the best weapon to fight against Voldemort's black terror.

When the Gryffindor Quidditch team came out of the locker room and walked towards the castle, many people shouted and congratulated them. This was not only to celebrate their victory, but also because the recent news was becoming more and more depressing, and everyone wanted to use this excuse to relax.

(End of this chapter)