Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 161 Dr. Hamster Flywheel
Time, 9:55, Ryan disappeared into the abandoned classroom on the 6th floor, looking at the two people who were headless in front of him.

After Ron stood in the Mirror of Erised, Harry's expression suddenly changed. He eagerly tried to push Ron away, but Ron's soles seemed to be rooted in place and motionless.

"Ron, get out of the way, my parents are missing." Harry said.

"Look, this is me." Ron muttered to himself in a magical trance, as if Harry's push and shouts didn't exist at all. But yes, Ron's current strength is 7 according to the panel. He is only 11 years old, which is close to the limit of 10 for adults and normal wizards.

And Harry's strength is only 4. After all this time, even in Hogwarts, his strength still has not improved. No, maybe it was because of being at Hogwarts that he was like that.

After all, he didn't work like a house elf anymore, and even though he was well fed, Harry had admitted that at the Dursley's, they just never let him eat enough.

And this standard of overfullness should actually be regarded as a normal person's food intake, not counting Dudley's weight loss later. After all, Vernon Dursley was also fat, as was Dudley, and so was their Aunt Marge. So Petunia probably ate a lot, and in their eyes, it was probably not too much.

On the other side, when Harry was panting and taking a rest, Ron seemed to have come back to his senses. He left the quilt on his body, put on various postures that he thought were handsome, and even spun around in circles.

"Can you see your family gathered around you?" Harry asked, holding back a laugh.

"No - it's just me - but it's different from now - I seem a little older - I'm still the president of the Boys' Student Union!" Ron smoothed his hair, trying to make it straighter and more in line with his identity. But Ron was still dissatisfied, and even wanted to wet his hands with saliva and style his hair, but perhaps because of Harry's presence, he gave up.

"What?" Harry was surprised and his jaw dropped.

"I - I'm wearing Bill's old badge - I'm also holding the Academy Cup and the Quidditch Cup in my hand - I'm still the captain of the Quidditch team!" Ron said excitedly, holding up the invisible trophy, he reluctantly turned his head to Harry, "Tell me, does this mirror predict the future?"

"How is it possible? Everyone in my family is dead... Let me see again..." Harry denied, and wanted to push Ron away, but whispered to himself, "Wait, this is not impossible - —Resurrection Stone?"

Ryan quickly waved his wand and tampered with Harry's next words. After all, Dumbledore couldn't let Dumbledore know that Harry knew about the Deathly Hallows yet.

But then he thought that he was just superfluous.

Dumbledore shouldn't be listening now, or he can only monitor the screen.

Ryan made a contract about the Deathly Hallows and Atlantis. If a third person could hear it (Harry was speaking in a low voice and Ron couldn't hear it), it would be impossible for Harry to say the word Resurrection Stone. come out.

But Ron's behavior this time was different from the original world line. Since they would stay all night this time, Ron did not compete with Harry. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up his position, "Okay, there is one more thing. All night long."

"Then I'll go to sleep first. Wake me up when you're about to sleep, and I'll appreciate my future heroic appearance!" Ron found a corner, wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep.

It's also ridiculous, Ron always falls asleep, no matter where he is.

Harry nodded, looked at the mirror again, and rubbed it like a man possessed.

Seeing that there was nothing to see next, Ryan disappeared.

In a room in Smith Castle in Nottingham Forest, Dr. Hamster Flywheel is happily drinking water.

Ryan appeared outside the door, and the house elf Jack also appeared and took over the black cat Jerry.

Ryan was here for a pet ritual. Jerry was born that way, and Dr. Hamster Wheel should be the same as Jerry. Before designing the Moon's Phantom, Ryan thought about whether he should destroy the Horcrux himself after he reached level 7 of Fearlessness, that is, a wizard known as a god. But he thought that in this world, even a piece of toilet paper has its own use, so it would be a pity to destroy the Horcrux just like that.

Thus, Jerry, the spirit of fierce fire, was born.

The nemesis of the Horcrux is the basilisk's fangs and fierce fire.

Under Ryan's design, he adopted a pure black cat with a terminal illness, extracted the concept of sharp fire, a Horcrux, and spent 10 hours of non-stop magic output, and a new magical creature was born. .

It is not picky about food and can eat anything. It can be said to be more similar to a phoenix, but the Horcrux is the food for its growth.

Without the evil wizard soul or the feeding of Horcruxes, it would only remain the size of a palm.

As for today's Dr. Hamster Flywheel, Ryan is going to adopt another plan. This one is inspired by dementors. After going through the ritual, Dr. Hamster Flywheel will have the ability to absorb the complex emotions of wizards. With it by his side, he will not think too much. Xi thought, losing focus.

In this way, it will also have a long life. The most painful thing about raising a pet is separation, and since Ryan has the ability, he must put an end to this.

Then, Dr. Hamster Flywheel suddenly fell asleep, and in his dream, azure runes continued to flow out of Ryan's wand.
Time passed quickly and it was the next day.

Ryan, who returned to the Hogwarts dormitory, found that Harry and Ron had not returned yet.

After thinking about it for a long time, Harry had already fallen asleep, while Ron looked like he had just woken up, constantly changing his pose in front of the Mirror of Erised, his fiery red hair shining with a trace of water.

It wasn't until nearly 10 o'clock that Harry woke up, packed up his things with Ron, and looked like he had just gone to the Great Hall to finish breakfast and meet in the lounge. There was no one around, and he didn't know who to show off.

In the common room, by the fire, Harry and Ron were sitting in armchairs, eating bread, pancakes, and mushrooms poked with toasting forks, while chatting.

"Want to play chess?"

"Why don't we go down and see Hagrid?"

"I know what you are thinking, Harry. You are thinking about that mirror. Don't go there again tonight." Ron asked Harry three times, but received a negative answer.

Now Ron has finished enjoying himself and has fallen into a state similar to sage mode. He looks like he is not interested in the magic mirror, completely forgetting how obsessed he is.

"Why?" Harry asked, still wanting to meet his family.

"Okay, I'll be honest. My neck feels like it's going to be stiff. The ground is too hard. I want to sleep on the bed." Ron said honestly.

"Come on, we don't have to stay there until dawn. Counting today, it's the third day. Professor Filch and Snape won't block the door."

"Yesterday, we didn't leave any traces." Harry advised.

"No, Harry, I still think it's too dangerous and my waist can't bear it. I won't go tonight. I'll accompany you tomorrow." Ron thought about it again and again, but refused.

(End of this chapter)