Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 398 Occlumency

“That’s really difficult.”

"But inhumane?"

"Is it you who mentioned relying on others?" Harry touched his chin and said with interest.

"Not bad, you haven't been led astray by Ron."

"What I just said is how I learned the art of brain occlumency. People like you, including those recorded in the book, rely on others."

"The person you trust the most brutally invades your brain and peeks into the memories you least want others to know, thus making you resistant."

"By the way, it's best not to invade too frequently. For impulsive guys like Ron and you, it's best to be invaded once a day."

“Coupled with that, you need to clear out all emotions before going to bed every night—keep your mind blank and calm to restore blood,” Ryan said bluntly.

"Hey! What do you mean by mediocre?"

"What have I done to corrupt Harry?" Ron cursed.

"I'm impulsive?" Harry, who prided himself on being a calm and intelligent Ravenclaw, looked confused.

"As impulsive as you are, Harry is still impulsive now, but he is obviously restrained, which makes him always discover the hidden meaning in my words."

"As for mediocre people - isn't it the same when compared to me?" Ryan didn't answer Harry's question himself.

Ryan thought that Harry's words were just a momentary surprise.

Needless to say, whether Harry was impulsive in the original world line or not.

The current Harry, the Ravenclaw Harry, can still see his emotional side. Last school year, he broke into the bathroom and tried to save Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle who were surrounded by the troll.

In the secret passage facing the corridor on the fourth floor, Harry insisted on facing Voldemort alone.

At the Black Mansion, Draco and the others went to the place where Voldemort hid the locket.
If it weren't for the fragments of Voldemort's soul and the influence of Ron and others, he would probably be like Hermione, wavering between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

"This witchcraft is totally incompatible with me." Ron shook his head self-awarely.

He planned to use his magic to make money, so he didn't need to learn Occlumency.

He also knew about legilimency. Generally speaking, as long as he didn't make eye contact with the caster or was hit by the other party's wand, the memories in his brain would be safe.

"Ryan, should I learn it?" Harry looked at Ryan.

He thought he should ask Ryan.

On weekdays, study, Quidditch, and Ryan's training all occupied his energy.

And in the past three months, he also had to drink potions to transform his blood.

If Occlumency was added to the mix, he didn't know if he could do both.

"You and Ron can try the steps before bed."

"As for learning, wizards are also human beings. As they grow physically, their emotions will also burst forth."

"You should wait until you are 17 years old." Ryan looked at Ron and Harry and said.

"By the way, can my emotion magic only be added to the lighting spell?"

"I have thought about adding it to the mist spell, so that my mist with my memories and emotions attached to it can be stored and then sold."

"The buyer just needs to inhale the mist through his nose." After listening to Ryan's advice, Ron immediately put the brain block technique aside and asked about his business.

"As long as you don't use offensive spells like fire and weather spells, you can heal it back to its original state."

So, on the third day after the Christmas holiday, in the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle, Fred and George stood on a wooden table made of chairs, holding a few glass bottles filled with mist in their hands.

"Everyone, come here and take a look. This is a revised version of the magic that knocked us to the ground by Ron a few days ago!"

"It allows you to experience the journey of the Savior Team, one of the Three Musketeers, Ron Weasley, who is also our brother, into the Forbidden Forest."

"You can also eat as much as you want without feeling guilty. You deserve it." Fred and George shouted loudly. The audience was already full of curious students. Ron and Harry were standing not far away, watching this scene.

"Ron, you didn't go by yourself!" Neville looked at Ron in disbelief.

This is his product, his magic, and he could have been in the spotlight by doing so, but he didn't even go!

Is this still Ron?

“Professional people do professional things.”

"Fred and George convinced me yesterday that they already had a good reputation among the students at Hogwarts by selling the gadgets they made themselves."

"It's not that I can't go, but I'd rather spend my time producing products." Ron tried his best to remain calm and control his peripheral vision from glancing towards the center of the crowd.

In fact, he didn't say what he really meant.

He really wanted to stand there, even if he didn't make any money in the early stages.

But his two elder brothers have no moral principles.

He had no choice but to let Fred and George go on stage to sell it.

"Is that so? Ron, please leave me some of the smoke from your food."

"I want to lose weight." Neville touched his pocket distressedly. All the gold Galleons and silver Sickles in it would probably be spent on Ron.

"I want it too. I want the memory of you breaking into the corridor on the fourth floor. I want to see Harry!" exclaimed Anthony, Harry's die-hard fan.

"I say, although this thing has been examined by Professor Flitwick, what if--" Justin Finch-Fletchley, a man with curly hair, popped up from behind Harry.

He was a Hufflepuff student, a Muggle-born, and was said to have almost gone to Eton.

"Come on!"

"Ron hasn't said he's going to sell you out yet!" Michael nudged Justin with his shoulder.

"It's not that I don't trust you - Harry, you should know that all our products must be registered before use, and Ron -" Justin stuttered.

"I don't know, and Ron, you've already asked Mr. Weasley to apply for a patent," Harry said sarcastically.

Perhaps it was because he had been drinking potions for several days in a row, but when he was facing classmates he was not very familiar with, his words were always a little angry.

"Okay, Justin." Dudley held Justin's shoulders and said lightly.

He gave Harry a long look and frowned.

"Professor Flitwick said it's okay. It's more useful than any registration." Ernie Macmillan, who had chatted with Harry and his friends in Potions and Flying classes, persuaded them.

"I have to go to class." Justin walked back to the classroom angrily.

The Hufflepuffs walked into the castle. They were currently in Charms class and it was just a break.

"I finally understand why you wanted me to register, Harry."

“Obviously no one can imitate it.”

"There are just too many people like Justin," Ron complained.

"Okay, we're leaving too."

“We don’t have classes though.”

"But Ron, don't you think that there are some familiar-looking people in the crowd with Fred and George?" Harry reminded tactfully.

He noticed the witches that Ron was dating.

Although he had never seen them with his own eyes, they were very good people.

(End of this chapter)