69novels Chapter 261 Eat your fill, get your illness treated.
Chapter 261 Eat your fill, get your illness treated.
Chapter 261 Eat your fill, get your illness treated.
The only exception among those present, besides Harry, who was a complete novice, was that Ryan needed Professor Sprout's help.
"You probably need me to cultivate a plant that can reproduce in large quantities and serve as food?"
"That's right, Professor Sprout. Ordinary people don't care whether the person feeding them is a wizard or an ordinary person. As long as more people can live better lives, we will gain more support. This step complements our efforts to establish a public opinion presence in the world of ordinary people."
Upon hearing this, Pomona pondered for a long time.
Everyone is waiting for her.
"Perhaps we could use mandrake—mandrake contains extremely powerful and vigorous life force, which could be channeled into ordinary plants. Then—we could create a food with super-strong growth capabilities."
She wasn't sure what she said; she was just offering a guess.
Mandrake is the most accessible herb with the strongest life force and growth potential. If you want to conduct large-scale experiments, you can only use this plant.
"I remember the school's greenhouse has a lot of mandrakes this year," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "That must be a sign! I think Pomona, you can not only quickly master food, but you can also quickly master materials that can be used for clothing. I've always felt that the materials used for wizard robes are too monotonous."
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"Albus! Pomona already has a lot of work to do! Don't make unrealistic wishes here!"
McGonagall stopped Dumbledore's wild ideas, but she couldn't stop the seed he planted—the beginning of materials science.
"Forget about clothing materials. As for food for the Muggles, I'll do my best and hope to raise the animals we want as soon as possible."
Professor Sprout took on the task.
"Ryan, what other ideas do you have?"
Dumbledore seemed to have triggered some kind of passive ability where, when in doubt, one should consult Ryan.
"Whether they are ordinary people without magic or wizards with magic, the vast majority of people have the same desire: to live a good life. First, they need to be well-fed, which requires Professor Sprout's attention. Second, they need to survive. Because ordinary people do not have magic, they have to go through a long and painful struggle against disease."
Ryan turned his gaze to Snape, then to Slughorn: "Therefore, I implore the two professors to develop some potions that anyone can concoct. A slightly less potent potion is acceptable. They should primarily target common ailments and bodily injuries that ordinary people cannot treat."
"Wells, you're quite the thinker. You expect everyone, wizards and Muggles alike, to be doing well? You might as well keep dreaming." Snape nodded silently, then uttered his standard line.
Slughorn had no objection, but recommended another person: "I suggest that Mrs. Pomfrey be invited to participate in the research. She has more clinical experience than Severus and I combined."
Before Ryan could continue, Flitwick spoke up, "I have my own research, and this research can be related to your mana reserves, Ryan. I just hope your mana reserves are sufficient."
His words immediately piqued everyone's curiosity: "I have used some Muggle theories to combine all the spells I have learned to create a prototype spell."
The sheer number of spells Flitwick learned is staggering. It's no exaggeration to say that he may have learned every spellbook in the Hogwarts library, mastering all the spells recorded in the past and present on his own.
If these spells were combined into a prototype—what kind of person could unleash this spell, and what would happen after unleashing it?
Ryan was also looking forward to it: "I will finish my wizard tower as soon as possible. If it is really as you say, Professor, then I think we need to activate this spell. One or two wizard towers may not be enough."
"It's okay, I've only outlined the prototype of this super spell, it still needs to be perfected."
"In that case, Flitwick, we will both help you with the rest of the research." Dumbledore finally decided to take on the work himself, and quietly handed over everything about Hogwarts to McGonagall: "As for the international reputation of Hogwarts, the exchanges between schools, and other publicity and management of school affairs that I just mentioned, I'll leave it all to Minerva."
Professor McGonagall: !!!
"The weather is so nice today, everyone, let's get ready to get to work."
Dumbledore chuckled, "I won't keep you here any longer."
The professors, burdened with a mountain of tasks, departed one after another, laying the foundation for the future to come.
Ryan and Harry were the second-to-last group to leave. After them, only Professor McGonagall, with an unfriendly expression, remained in the headmaster's office.
"Harry, you look a little down?"
"I feel like I'm not of any use."
Harry, who was powerful enough to surpass 90% of wizards, felt too weak and powerless.
Ryan nodded in agreement, recalling the painful memories of the pendant incident, such as last year's Forbidden Forest expedition and the capture of Voldemort.
"Our magical abilities are indeed far behind those of our predecessors. But we can do what we can from other angles."
He gave an example: "Take George and Fred, for instance. What they're doing can play a stabilizing role in society through the entertainment industry. Take Senior Ralph, for example. To be honest, he might not be as good as you in terms of magic, but he has a lot to offer in the Ministry of Magic. So you need to find something that suits you, something that suits Harry Potter, something that is a wizard's path of development, something that outsiders can't interfere with."
"But can't you give me some advice, senior? I don't know which direction I should take!"
"I can't, Harry. This is your future, and no one has the right to interfere. All I can tell you is that you need to play to your strengths."
You have to walk your own path. No one can decide for you which path to take, because everyone has their own free will.
We cannot let Harry follow the crowd just because he is young. If a young child is allowed to listen to others for a long time, he will not be molded into a healthy and complete person, but merely an object.
At the top of the stairs, the two parted ways, and Harry walked toward the Gryffindor common room.
As I walked, I pondered: What am I really good at?
What can I do with my current abilities?
Harry dismissed all his research into knowledge, knowing full well that while he had received Voldemort's magic, it did not mean he possessed Voldemort's talents and creativity.
Upon entering the Gryffindor common room, before his curious classmates could even ask any questions, he posed a question to the Gryffindors: "What do you all think I'm good at?"