Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 617 Political Mission
Let’s not talk about Ryan for now.

Because I discovered my own progress. To go one step further.

Except for Ryan who was already with Luna and Hermione.

In the Charms classroom, Ryan appeared from the air, licking his face, and squeezed in between Kate and Penelope.

In the carriage of Beauxbatons at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Fleur, who was telling a story to Gabrielle with a storybook, was hugged by Ryan who walked out of the gray film.

In Smith's Castle, Nagini wrapped around another freshly baked Lion and took human form.

At this moment, the real Ryan who was lying dead in the copper coffin in the Smith's alchemy hut, controlled those Ryans who were equivalent to his hands and feet, and began the road to progress.

On Harry's side, the Care of Magical Creatures class officially began.

At this moment, Harry was wondering about the group of puppies that Hagrid brought today.

Although their bodies were all covered by a long piece of cloth.

But with his superhuman senses, the looming figure, the barely detectable smell, and the barking of puppies as soft as mosquitoes and flies all indicated one thing: there was a group of puppies below.

But - looking at Ron, who was looking Neville up and down with an expression like Fang in heat.

This made him think of a possibility - could these puppies be the children of Yaya and the three-headed dog?

The more Harry thought about it, the more it seemed possible. This would explain why the puppies only had one head.

However, it doesn’t matter even if it’s a puppy, as long as it’s not a cat.

Although he was chased and bitten by Aunt Maggie's old bulldog Lippy.

But the other dogs weren't too mean to him.

Especially Yaya, who was very affectionate towards him.

And the cats, the group of cats raised by Mrs. Figg left a deep shadow on him.

Ryan's Jerry always gives him the feeling of a wild beast.

For this reason, he even connected the lion and cat of Gryffindor when they were sorted, and finally chose to go to Ravenclaw.

Moreover, Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, is particularly annoying.

At this time, Hagrid had just finished his opening remarks for today in front of all the students.

And the cloth was uncovered. Immediately, exclamations of surprise were heard one after another in the forest.

Most of them are girls.

Most of their faces were flushed, and their hearts seemed to be melted by these little guys.

And Ryan was following Hermione and saying, "Oh! Hermione - are you sure you're not wearing any makeup?

I want to make a phone call to God and report that an angel is missing."

Hermione did not look shy as usual.

Instead, her eyes wandered, moving toward the puppies.

And said perfunctorily: "Yeah."

"What? You want to keep one?" Ryan's eyes flickered. "This little thing really hates Muggles. It's a natural racist dog."

"Ah," Hermione finally came to her senses, "No way."

"Listen, our Professor Hagrid is about to introduce it now." Ryan shrugged.

".This is a crup, a dog bred by wizards, very similar to a Jack Russell terrier, but with a forked tail.

This dog is extremely loyal to wizards, but very ferocious to Muggles. ” (Hermione: “Ah, it’s true.”)
“Also, cruppies can eat almost anything.”

"What do you mean by being able to eat everything?" Harry asked, raising his hand cooperatively.

Because he discovered that Hagrid deliberately left this sentence to the end.

He also emphasized his tone.

"That's what it means. Look--" Hagrid pointed to his legs. A crup that had broken away from the team was wagging its tail left and right, lowering its head and starting to eat dirt.

The students around couldn't help but exclaim again.

But this time it was really a surprise.

"Mr. Longbottom, I hope the little puppy is okay." Hannah, who was standing by, pretended to be weak and leaned on Neville.

He used his eyes to stop Susan who wanted to get closer.

Neville, who could tell lies because of his 'Swordsman's Heart', seemed not to notice.

He immediately hugged Hannah and comforted her, "It's okay. The professor just said so."

This attracted the attention of Ryan, who was explaining to Hermione the story of a lapdog injuring a Muggle. Good fellow. Neville, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also lied.

And that hug seemed so natural.

Very much like Harry hugging Ginny.

If you film the scene, cover Neville's head and hide the muscle outline.

Anyone familiar with Harry would think this was Harry.

And Hannah, for Neville's sake, killed her best friend Susan Bones.

People’s hearts have changed and the world is deteriorating.

It made Ryan suddenly feel very pure.

Although he has four, no, six girlfriends.

But he is still a pure thirteen-year-old child after all!

A child who can't lie!

Well, not really.

Just as Ryan was lamenting his own purity.

Neville, who was comforting Hannah, reluctantly raised his hand and let go of Hannah.

Because he noticed that Ron had been looking at him.

"Professor, I hope this crup is okay."

“Of course not, Neville, what do you think?

Hey, why are you blushing? Let me see."

"Nothing, I just asked a question in class for the first time."

"Well," Hagrid stopped walking toward Neville, "like I said, it'll eat anything.

The lapdog has a stomach that can digest anything.

It can digest anything from soft sand to hard steel."

Neville's left hand was currently being held by Hannah.

So in order to ease the embarrassment, he turned sideways, blocked Hannah, and asked, "So, how can we get such an easy-to-raise puppy?"

"Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures—" Hagrid froze in mid-sentence.

At the same time, Susan also froze.

They both blinked, not knowing what to say.

Because, today I’m introducing the swallowtail.

It's all Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures politics.

In order to repay the dragon's kindness, Hagrid served as a promotion ambassador.

As Ms. Bones' niece, Susan took on the role of supporting actress.

The reason why the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures promotes it is entirely because the cruppies were bred by them.

The intention is to attract wizards to buy it and spend money on testing in order to obtain a license.

This way they can earn extra funds.

Employees in their departments will also receive bigger bonuses.

But adopting a crup is a hassle.

Their ferocious nature towards Muggles certainly attracts the love of pure-blood wizards.

But this is difficult for the majority of wizards who live in an environment with Muggles.

So much so that crup breeders are required by law to remove one of their tails using a painless cutting spell when the dog is six to eight weeks old to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles.

Also, there's that test.

If the test fails, the money paid for the dog cannot be refunded.

A licence can only be obtained if it is ensured that the breed can be kept under control in Muggle-inhabited areas.

This is why the plan to sell the French mackerel was aborted and why this political mission was born.

(End of this chapter)