The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 577 The End
The evening conversation made everyone very tired, so Ryan and the other three hurried back to their dormitories to sleep as soon as they returned to the common room. However, the content of the evening conversation was generally good news, especially for Harry, who was partially unaware of the situation. In the next morning's Charms class, Ryan saw Harry whispering something to Ron with a beaming face. It feels that sometimes ignorance is indeed a kind of happiness.

"I think we need to improve at least one step to complete Professor Dumbledore's commission." Hermione said to Ryan using the Phoenix Mark, "At least we have to wait until you make the Alchemist Stone."

"I call that thing the Madonna of the Rose." Ryan corrected, and then he continued, "In fact, we are now able to perform such an operation, but the success rate is only 50% at most. At this time, we can't gamble with our friends' lives on this probability."

"You're right. Anyway, the situation doesn't look critical now. So we can wait a little longer." At this point Hermione accidentally touched Ryan with her elbow, causing Ryan's wand to tilt and a bunch of petals fell from the sky.

"Be careful!" Ryan quickly put down his wand, then reached out and brushed off some petals that fell on Hermione's shoulders and head. "This is much better than last time. Last time, when I waved my wand wrong, Flobberworms fell from the sky."

"That sounds terrible." Hermione frowned, as if she remembered those disgusting sticky bugs. Then she reached out and plucked a petal from Ryan's head. "I can only say that we are lucky this time-"

"Okay, you two, if you have anything to say, you can talk after class." Flitwick staggered over and interrupted their conversation. Because he was a small man, Ryan didn't see him before. "It's class time now, talk less and do more work... Now please demonstrate what we learned in class today..."

Ryan and Hermione raised their wands at the same time and waved them at the vinegar in the flasks in front of them. In an instant, the liquid in the two flasks turned dark red, and a smell of alcohol came out from the bottle mouths.

"Well done." Flitwick nodded. "But you'd better keep quiet in class, after all, others-"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud explosion behind him, and everyone shrank their necks. Flitwick calmly took off his hat and shook off the glass on the top of the hat, then looked at Ron who had made a mess and said, "I think your homework today should be practice."

After the Charms class, they had some rare free time together. But once they returned to the common room, Ryan and Hermione were discussing while writing something on parchment.

"Did Professor Flitwick just assign written homework?" Ron asked in confusion as he watched the scene.

"Probably not?" Harry scratched his messy hair. "Maybe Ryan and the others are writing something else. Anyway, they usually bury themselves in a pile of books. I think what they write in a week is equivalent to what we write in a month."

"Don't worry, I'm not doing my homework now. I'm just writing a shopping list and asking Fred and George to buy something for us." Ryan looked up and said to Ron after he finished writing the last stroke on the parchment.

"Are these things related to the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked in a low voice after looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention to this side.

"It can be said that it is somewhat related." Ryan put away the parchment and stuffed it into the envelope, and then wrote the address of Weasley's Joke Shop on the envelope with purple ink. "It's mainly because I saw the effect of Harry's Felix Felicis yesterday, so I decided to purchase materials and make some myself. I think if there is Felix Felicis, it should be easier for everyone to survive in the battle with the Death Eaters." "You are really amazing." After listening to what Ryan said, Harry and Ron were shocked. Harry had looked up the method of Felix Felicis in "Advanced Potion Making" before. The book recorded that Felix Felicis took six months to slowly brew, and the cost of raw materials was amazing. Few people have the financial resources and level to brew this kind of potion.

"After all, fighting the Death Eaters and even the You-Know-Who requires everyone to take on tremendous psychological pressure and risk their lives. For people like me who are not fighting on the front line, all I can do is try my best to increase everyone's chances of survival." Ryan said with a smile.

"Ryan, you've done so much for everyone. Compared to you, I feel like I'm not qualified as the so-called savior." Harry said as he took out a small bottle from his pocket. "By the way, I only took a sip of the Felicis Felicis yesterday, and I'll give the rest back to you. I wanted to take another sip of Felicis Felicis and go to the Room of Requirement to have a look."

"I don't think that's a good idea. Don't waste such a good thing." Hermione took the small bottle of Felix Felicis from Harry and asked Ryan to keep it. "There is a limit to how much luck can help you. Judging from the task assigned to you by Professor Dumbledore, Slughorn is not unconvinced. You just didn't find the right method before. So drinking the Felix Felicis will certainly be useful. But the powerful magic in the Room of Requirement that is connected to the Hogwarts Castle is not so easy for you to break through. The remaining part of this bottle of Felix Felicis may save a few lives for those members of the Order of the Phoenix fighting on the front line."

"Okay, you're right." Harry shrugged helplessly, but Ryan and the others present knew that he definitely had not given up on finding out what Malfoy was doing.

The warm May passed by, and the Gryffindor Quidditch players discussed tactics or trained hard every day. Because they now had to win 300 points to win the Quidditch trophy. However, this also won Ryan a new order: his new type of concentration incense received a large number of orders. According to Harry, since using these incense, the players' previous overly anxious and even unpredictable nervous vomiting has basically disappeared.

The best part is that because incense became popular in the school, Madam Pomfrey found Ryan for safety reasons and asked him to submit a sample for her testing. The test results were very good. Madam Pomfrey not only believed that this product was a magical product that was beneficial to the human body, but also ordered a batch for the school hospital. This was a good advertisement for this incense.

Even at Ryan's suggestion, the Weasley twins sold the new incense together with the sleep-inducing incense and the new concentration incense that Ryan made last year. They also launched the advertising slogan that burning concentration incense during the day will make you energetic, and burning sleep-inducing incense at night will make you sleep well. Although such advertising slogans seem a bit vulgar, they can make people understand at a glance.

Soon the first reading club gathering in early June began, and all the members of the reading club gathered together, but several members had new wounds. Since Ryan taught them the magic used for combat, everyone practiced very hard. Naturally, some injuries were difficult to avoid.

"Neville, I'll say it again, you really don't have to fight so hard." Ryan warned Neville after looking at the palm-sized burn mark on his left arm. "Even if we have a potion that can completely heal the wound, the pain after being burned is inevitable."

"Thank you for your concern, Ryan." Neville smiled. "But I can't relax. I know I'm not smart, so if I want to accomplish what I should do in this war, I must work harder than others."

"-Okay, if that's your choice." Ryan thought about it and decided not to continue persuading. He just stood on the stage and announced that all members of the reading club could buy enough healing potions for their own use at cost price in Weasley's Joke Shop.

"I hope everyone can get through this war safely." Ryan said silently in his heart as he looked at his classmates who were cheering.

(End of this chapter)