Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Neville seemed a little hesitant at that time.

"No need to say 'request'—we are friends, by the way... The password of the stone pillar is 'above board'. You can write it on the paper."

Ryan smiled and said, "Come on, follow me into the house... Well, you're in for a treat tonight."

"Principal Dumbledore gave me a lot of sweets."

then...

Ten minutes later, in Ryan's dormitory.

"Hmm...it tastes really good! I bet the honey used in this honey cake is top quality."

Ryan happily enjoyed the honey cheesecake in front of him, while giving a look of praise to the white cat on the windowsill which also had a bulging belly.

Ryan was sure that the other person's stomach was full of dried whitebait.

Ryan: Good job, keep it up next time.

Friday: Got it - I heard there's a special strawberry cream pie next Thursday.

Ryan: Oh? Is that true?

Friday: Indeed.

So the menu for next Thursday's midnight snack was decided in advance, and Ryan excitedly took another bite of the cake.

“It’s really delicious.”

Even Neville, who was preoccupied with his thoughts, couldn't help but sigh, "You're worthy of me, Ryan. Headmaster Dumbledore actually gave you a special dessert?"

He was a little envious - after all, who among the Gryffindors wouldn't want Albus Dumbledore to look at them differently?

"Oh..."

Ryan naturally didn't dare to respond.

The dessert was indeed given to him by Dumbledore, but Dumbledore himself might not have known about it.

"Tell me about yourself, Neville."

So Ryan brought the topic back to the point.

"Is there something you want me to help you with?"

he asked softly.

"...Um."

Neville was silent for a moment—his expression clearly became solemn.

This is rare in him.

"Do you know Ms. Olivia Amber?"

"Oh, of course."

Ryan nodded without hesitation.

Olivia Amber, of course he remembered this name - the director of St. Mungo's Hospital and a famous healing master in the wizarding world.

In fact, after his identity as the "heir of Hufflepuff" was exposed, many people wanted to meet Ryan.

But this dean is one of the most persistent ones.

Her persistence even surpassed that of reporters from various newspapers - Madam Pomfrey alone had passed on messages for her at least four times.

"What? Did Ms. Olivia ask someone to pass on a message to you?"

So, Ryan also joked.

But at the same time, he had almost guessed Neville's request in his heart.

"Oh, of course not..."

Neville also said quickly at this moment: "It was the last few days of my Christmas vacation. My grandmother and I went to St. Mungo's Hospital... to visit my parents."

His voice suddenly became sad.

"Their condition hasn't improved, and Ms. Olivia Amber, who is accompanying us, said... if it were you, there might be a way to improve their condition."

His voice was full of earnestness.

"But grandma isn't optimistic about this. She thinks you've been in trouble lately and will be easily harassed by reporters once you leave school."

"You saved Harry, fought off the dark wizards who invaded the school, and you still have to prepare for the next course... She felt it was not good for us to trouble you at this time, and originally planned to ask Dumbledore to find you during the summer vacation..."

Having said this, Neville's voice suddenly became louder.

"But Ryan, I...I can't wait any longer."

"I know this might cause you trouble, and I know it's not necessarily a good idea, but..."

His words died in his throat.

Because Ryan had patted his shoulder gently.

"Shut up, mate - you trying to lure Filch over here?"

"Oh, sorry, Ryan..."

So Neville apologized subconsciously.

But then, he saw Ryan's smiling eyes: "Instead of rushing to apologize, why don't you ask Mrs. Longbottom when she is free... I remember that St. Mungo's Hospital requires an appointment to visit patients?"

"..."

Then Neville looked at Ryan in disbelief.

Then, his eyes became moist.

"Thank you, Ryan."

Chapter 116: Little Ryan, You Smell So Good! (2.6rd update, K words)

Normally, except for very rare long holidays such as the Christmas holidays, the young wizards of Hogwarts are not allowed to leave school during the semester.

But it was clear that Ryan was not normal.

"Mr. Elias - I think Neville's rash request must have caused you a lot of trouble."

Central London, near the Leaky Cauldron.

An old woman was expressing her apologies to Ryan seriously.

She wore a dark yellow gown with a woolen shawl and a bronze brooch inlaid with rubies on her chest.

She wore a stuffed vulture hat on her head, her gray hair was meticulously combed, and she carried a red crocodile leather handbag in her hand - the strong magic power on it indicated that it was an extremely powerful magic prop!

Her face was lined but had a firm outline.

There are a pair of sharp eyes in the deep eye sockets, and the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed, making him look serious.

Ryan thought she looked very much like Professor McGonagall, perhaps even sharper.

"I think I might need to apologize to you."

She spoke slowly but forcefully, her voice a little hoarse.

"grandmother..."

Neville, who was beside her, spoke timidly.

"Shut up, Gnarl."

The old woman looked at him sternly, and the vulture hat on her head also rolled its eyes: "Remember what I told you at the end of Christmas vacation?"

"...Remember."

Neville lowered his head.

"I don't think you remember!"

The old woman said sternly, "Control your desires, Nar—no matter how much you desire them, you must consider the greater good and not cause trouble for others... Otherwise, you will not be able to become a good warrior and companion!"

She lectured her grandson.

"Oh, Mrs. Longbottom—I don't think you need to."

Ryan on the side looked at Augusta Longbottom helplessly, sighing that this lady was indeed as serious as the rumors said.

"Actually, leaving school isn't a big deal for me. Thanks to reporters and newspapers, many professors are happy to issue me a notice of resignation... Well, Professor Snape, for example, was very easy to talk to today."

"Neville and I are friends, and friends always help each other."

Under Neville's grateful gaze, Ryan said nice things.

"Oh, Mr. Elias, thank you for your understanding Neville..."

"You can just call me Ryan."

The atmosphere of the conversation thus relaxed a little.

"I've heard your story, Ryan—your deeds of bravery and fearlessness..."

Mrs. Longbottom said seriously to Ryan.

If it were someone else, Ryan might have suspected that this was deliberate flattery to gain a favor.

But it was obvious... Augusta Longbottom was not that kind of person - Ryan could tell that her words were sincere.

"Oh, I just happened to be there."

"All warriors are like that - I believe even Albus Dumbledore must have started out as just a minor wizard who happened to be fighting evil."

Mrs. Longbottom said seriously.

"The key is not to be in the right moment, but to resolutely choose to fight against evil every time... I am honored that you and my grandson can be friends!"

"Oh, you're too kind."

Her words made Ryan scratch his head, feeling that the conversation was a little difficult to start.

Fortunately, the conversation didn't last long.

Because the three of them had unknowingly arrived in front of a building near the Leaky Cauldron.