Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

He asked quietly, even though he knew no one would answer him.

This treasure trove and the goblin's testimony can prove that his four teachers, the four giants who founded Hogwarts, already knew that he would return to the wizarding world.

They even seemed to know when he would return to the wizarding world.

But even so.

"But they didn't leave me any explanation."

Ryan had realized some of the implications.

On the way to Diagon Alley, he had already hinted to Flitwick that in the eyes of people of this era, the four great men who created Hogwarts were already dead.

Even Flitwick could clearly tell the time of death of two of them.

The Gryffindor legend died at the age of eighty-five, and the Ravenclaw much earlier - she only lived to be fifty-five.

But Ryan didn't believe it.

He knew clearly how powerful his teachers were and how deep they had gone on the path of magic.

Any ordinary wizard could easily live for a century with potions - how could they possibly die so young?

And now, what he saw in this treasure house made him even more certain of this.

If the Big Four really died, there was no way they wouldn't leave any last words for Ryan.

Quite the opposite even...

"They left me something at the academy and told me not to look for them until I found it..."

Ryan's eyes were piercingly sharp.

"They might not be dead—at least not as early as Professor Flitwick said. Instead, they must have disappeared for some reason!"

"Professor Flitwick also said that Mr. Slytherin had a disagreement with the other three teachers and eventually chose to leave Hogwarts... This is also very abnormal!"

No one knew better than him how deep the friendship between the Big Four was, and there was no way Slytherin would choose to leave his three best friends just because of any disagreement.

So even though it was just a guess, he was now extremely convinced that the four giants were not dead, they were just hiding somewhere in this world for some reason.

All he needed to do now was find them.

After figuring this out, Ryan suddenly felt relaxed.

But then, what came to his mind was embarrassment.

"How can I take so many things with me?"

Do I have to dive into the water every time I go to the treasure house to get something?

But just when Ryan was feeling worried, he suddenly felt dizzy.

His body was pushed out of the treasure house in an instant, and the familiar cold feeling of the lake water swept over his body, but then he saw the door of the treasure house in front of him constantly spinning.

Then, the huge treasure house as big as a castle turned directly into a gray ring, which was worn directly on Ryan's right index finger, and then quickly disappeared.

"This ring... is it an alchemical tool made by a Ravenclaw teacher using the Eternal and False Retraction Charm?"

Before Ryan could be surprised, he found that the scene in front of him had changed and he was on the train again.

But at this moment the train had stopped on the tracks, and the goblin Neil was sleeping soundly on the train.

On the surface of the underground lake below, the water waves are still flowing.

Chapter 7 Ollivander: Merlin's beard!

"When you have enough Galleons, goblins will be your most loyal companions."

This is a quote once said by Oswald Beamish, a pioneer of goblin rights.

Ryan didn't think the word "fairy" could be associated with "loyalty".

But he admitted that when you have enough Galleons, the goblins' service is indeed of guaranteed quality.

"This is the key to your new vault, number 692—the ruby ​​inlaid on it is a fine piece from the Egyptian pyramids. Oh... please walk slowly, the ground is very slippery."

"And this, this magical contract can guarantee that I will not tell anyone about what happened today. Of course, it also belongs to you, Mr. Elias."

For example, at this moment, Neil, who is following him closely with the key in his hand, is a clear proof.

Ryan was certain that the treasure trove No. 000 left to him by his teachers must have a very special status in Gringotts.

After he opened the treasure house and took it away, Neil, who was in charge of this big order, should gain a lot of benefits within the goblins.

Not to mention that he also took out a portion of the Galleons he had and opened a new vault in Gringotts - this was another big business.

As for why Ryan chose to open a new vault?

The reason was simple - before finding out the reason for the mysterious disappearance of his four teachers, he felt that his identity should not be known by too many people.

So in order to make his lie come true today, he must actually have a vault in Gringotts.

This is necessary caution.

"Ryan!"

And when Ryan took the key from Neil and returned to the hall of Gringotts.

Flitwick, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately called him over. After a careful examination, the professor seemed relieved.

"Everything seems to be going smoothly? So there really is a vault in Gringotts that belongs to your family, Elias... perhaps it's an ancient family that has long been extinct."

He muttered to himself, then saw the ornate vault key in Ryan's hand: "Oh, it seems your family was once very wealthy."

"There is indeed a little treasure in the vault."

Ryan nodded.

"Excellent."

Flitwick looked very happy for him.

Later, Ryan and Flitwick left Gringotts together.

Since we had spent longer than expected in Gringotts, it was already getting late.

So Flitwick didn't take Ryan for a stroll anymore, but just grabbed him and Apparated him.

When he reappeared, Ryan saw the sign in front of him.

Ollivanders Wand Shop – Crafting Fine Wands Since 382 BC

The shop with such a prominent sign was very shabby. Ryan could even see the thick dust and cobwebs on the windows.

In fact, he seemed to have a vague impression of the surname Ollivander - he seemed to have heard of this family when he was traveling with the four teachers.

However, he had never used a wand made by the Ollivander family, and neither had his four teachers.

Each of them made their own wand, which is the most suitable wand for them.

"Oh, Filius—it seems this is the little wizard you are responsible for guiding."

At this moment, the old man in front of the counter in the store obviously saw them as well.

The old man had silver eyes and unkempt, fluffy hair. There was a display case next to the counter in front of him, with a magic wand placed on a purple cushion inside.

"That's right, Garrick."

Flitwick greeted the old man and then introduced him to Ryan, "Olivander is the best wand maker in England. All new wizards will receive a wand from him that will accompany them for life."

"Well, actually..."

But Ryan was a little embarrassed at this time. From Apparating to entering the shop, he didn't find a chance to speak: "Professor Flitwick, I already have a wand."

"Ok?"

As soon as he said this, the two old men's eyes immediately swept over.

"A vault? Did your ancestors leave behind wands among their wealth?"

Flitwick reacted immediately.

"Yes."

Ryan nodded: "So maybe we can go buy something else..."

"No, kid."

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Ollivander looked at him.

"An inherited wand holds meaning—of course, that's certainly true."

"But it's not, at least not always the best wand for you... Wands and wizards choose each other. You should probably think about it again... Oh!"

At the end of his speech, he suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

Because at this moment, Ryan had already pulled out his own wand from his sleeve - at least on the surface, he had pulled it out from his sleeve.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Ollivander, but I'm sure..."

He stroked the four-colored magic wand in his hand.

He had no intention of hiding his wand; it was a gift from his mentors, and he should use it.

As for whether this wand is suitable for him, Ryan never doubted it.

"It will be the perfect wand for me."

Ryan said confidently.

"What a beautiful root..."

Flitwick looked at the four-colored wand in Ryan's hand and praised it loudly.

But before he could finish his words, he was pushed away by Ollivander almost roughly.

"Oh, Garrick, you're a bit..."

But before Flitwick could complain, he saw it.

Mr. Garrick Ollivander, one of the three best wand makers in Europe and the arms monopolist of the British wizarding world, approached Ryan tremblingly.

Due to his height, he needed to half-squat in front of Ryan so that he could look at the wand in his hand at eye level.

"Merlin's beard—it's exquisite! Yes, absolutely exquisite!"