69novels Chapter 58 Snape's New Hairstyle and the Adventurers' Gathering
Chapter 58 Snape's New Hairstyle and the Adventurers' Gathering
Chapter 58 Snape's New Hairstyle and the Adventurers' Gathering
"Professor Wells, is there something you want to say?"
"It's time for get out of class to end. Just call me Ryan. Neville."
"Yes, Professor Wells."
"...Alright then." Ryan tacitly accepted Na Wenxi's form of address: "Well, I wanted to ask, when you were dealing with Red Hats, what were you thinking? Did you have any new ideas at that time?"
Hannah didn't understand.
Neville honestly replied, "My hand hurts. I hope it won't hurt anymore."
"That's what I mean. I felt like I wasn't strong enough," Hannah said.
Ryan nodded, finding both of them quite perceptive: "I have a basic little spell here that can be applied to the wizard himself."
He demonstrated the power spell to the two students; the spell was the result of his exploration of the ruins, and its specific name had long been lost.
Based on the fact that this spell could enhance the user's power, Ryan named it the Power Spell, suspecting that it was a magic spell extracted from runes by ancient wizards.
Runes with this effect exist in alchemy and are generally used to connect the sixteenth and twenty-sixth paths as well as the ninth fundamental source, symbolizing power and foundation.
He discovered the spell in a pre-ancient Greek site.
Before the fourth century AD, ancient wizards grew wildly, with various spellcasting mediums emerging one after another. Wizards also lacked stable educational and training institutions, resulting in wizards of all schools. However, many of them disappeared into the past after only one or two generations.
Even after Ollivanders began making wands in 382 BC, it took a long time for them to replace other spellcasting mediums and gradually make the small wooden wand the mainstream.
Therefore, the owner of that ancient ruin was likely an unconventional melee mage who grew up in a wild and untamed manner.
Moreover, he discovered a strangely shaped wand in that ancient ruin: a thick, long iron rod-shaped wand inscribed with alchemical runes. The core was difficult to identify due to its age, but Ryan had reason to suspect that its raw material was the heartstrings of giants. This material had long since disappeared in the wand-making world, because no wood could withstand the brute force it represented.
"Consider this an extra reward for your quick thinking," Ryan said, writing down the details of the spell and giving each of them a copy. He intended to see how well Neville absorbed this knowledge and whether it was worthwhile to pass on this school of thought.
In that short time, he had already prepared a speech: "Building on past achievements and forging ahead into the future, we will promote a flourishing of diverse ideas and schools of thought within the magical world, adapting to the demands of wizards for liberated thought and the prosperity of magic, and freeing wizards from the long-standing, stagnant, and dogmatic traditional views of magic."
"You can learn these when you have time; they might be very helpful in the upcoming practical lessons." Extricating himself from his own thoughts, Ryan said to Neville and Hannah in front of him. He still had two melee spells he had unearthed from the ruins, and he hoped they could surprise him.
"Yes, Professor!" Hannah straightened her back, feeling confident after receiving praise and recognition.
"Okay, Wells." Neville replied, though he changed how he addressed Ryan again.
After finishing his lessons and tutoring, Ryan headed straight for Potions class, since the next class was for fifth-year students, and he still had to give Professor Snape face.
He dramatically degenerated from Professor Ryan to Student Ryan.
Upon entering, the first thing I saw was Snape, who was already resting with his eyes closed in the Potions classroom.
Some students who had already arrived at the classroom had expressions of utter disbelief.
Ryan could understand his classmates perfectly. He himself felt like he hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home, or that Hogwarts was haunted.
And this ghost has possessed Snape.
In the front row of the classroom, a middle-aged wizard dressed in a black wizard's robe and with neatly combed hair sat quietly, and he actually had quite the air of a handsome man!
Ryan quietly stepped back out the door and then came back in.
Go out, then come back in.
Finally confirming that he hadn't been teleported to some unknown place by Hogwarts Castle, he met someone who looked a lot like Snape.
"Professor Wells, what are you doing? You're acting strangely after just the first class? Do we need to go to St. Mungo's?" Snape's signature accent and tone came from the underground classroom.
Ryan was relieved; it seemed the professor hadn't been possessed by a ghost.
He said, "Professor Snape, I'm just a little surprised."
"I don't think you should be surprised, Ryan Wales." Snape opened his eyes, which were as empty and lifeless as ever. "Professor Snape is really angry today. He's never talked to me like this before..." Ryan was puzzled, but then he realized what was going on.
Previously, the two had a purely teacher-student relationship, and Snape also harbored some resentment towards the prophet, fearing that one day Ryan would make a prophecy that he could not accept.
However, Dumbledore's change in attitude towards Lane this semester, and Lane's appointment as the substitute professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, have altered the nature of their relationship.
Especially after last night's long talk, Snape's true colors were laid bare, and their relationship deepened, so he could freely criticize Ryan whenever he wanted.
Forget it, I can't argue with someone who has no secrets, lest he suddenly become self-destructive and take revenge on society. He entered the classroom and took his seat with the thought, "This secret of yours, I can eat you alive for the rest of my life."
After all, once someone's browsing history is discovered, they either have to kill them to silence them, or respectfully address the other side as "Father Snape." What Snape blurted out last night while drunk was far more explosive than browsing history.
Since Hogwarts doesn't have the custom of calling roommates "godfather," Ryan generously waived the title and planned to get some rare potions from a middle-aged, pale-faced version of Snape after class.
As class approaches, every student who enters the classroom will be bewildered for a long time, wondering if they have gone to the wrong classroom.
Fortunately, Snape was quite normal in his teaching mode, not much different from usual. He ignored the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students, praised Slytherin highly, and maintained his usual hatred for Gryffindor.
Thus, the students found their own reason: Professor Snape suddenly wanted to change his hairstyle.
Following this line of thought, some unofficial history experts immediately appeared. After heated discussions, these people finally reached a consensus: Professor Snape must have been single for too long and wanted a woman. This is what is called "an old tree blossoming"!
These experts even created different versions and for different subjects.
After class, when Lane heard such anecdotes, he sincerely hoped that when Snape discovered these people, he would give them a painless death out of humanitarian considerations.
It's best not to make it too bloody, so that Mr. Filch won't have trouble cleaning it up.
A week has passed in a flash.
Two things caused the most sensation this week. First, young wizards from all grades conducted a practical exercise in Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first time ever, making Ryan instantly the most popular professor at Hogwarts.
Secondly, there was some alarming news: the Head of Slytherin House had suddenly started washing his hair.
The second piece of news, in particular, caused the entire faculty and student body to pay close attention to Professor Snape, fearing that he might suddenly change his personality.
Ryan had a very busy week: at eight o'clock he would check intelligence, which turned out to be useless, then attend class and get lectured; at eight o'clock he would check intelligence, which turned out to be useless, then attend class and get lectured.
Squeeze a little time out of your busy schedule to talk about alchemy with the alchemy professor and discuss with Professor Flitwick how to combine spells to create a magical projection dialogue effect.
Because Ryan plans to skip the phone call and video call steps and start moving directly into V virtual avatar dialogue.
Before learning magic, he could only use low-level technology. After learning magic, he still researches this kind of communication device. Wasn't his magic learning a waste?
The main reason is that creating a smooth screen that can support magic power in the wizarding world is very expensive. The material required is crystal, which does not fit Ryan's blueprint to promote it throughout the wizarding world and lead the global trend.
Professor Flitwick learned some new magic here that might come in handy.
Afterwards, Ryan planned to go to the kitchen and ask the house-elf to send the time of the Adventurers' Club gathering to all the adventurers by letter.
He thoughtfully outlined the party schedule in the letter, something that wasn't done last time.
First, everyone shared their learning experiences, which was one of the original intentions behind the Adventurers' Club. Then came a free discussion session where questions were asked and answered. Finally, it was time for Ryan to conduct his experiments and explore the boundaries of magic.
After finishing the letter, he bumped into Penelope, who had come to feed the mice, in the kitchen.
"Long time no see, Ryan. It's really hard to believe that we, both Ravenclaw students, would go days without seeing each other," Penelope said. "The last time we met was in our fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
She had become quite familiar with the mice. All the mice in the amusement park appeared in front of her, all very happy. Some of the larger mice even brought their newborn babies to pay homage to the "god" they believed gave them food.
"Having just taken over Professor Quirrell's work, I'm inevitably a bit busy." Ryan also squatted down, but the mice were very uncooperative, all hiding over Penelope and squeaking warily at Ryan.
Penelope chuckled. "Of course, I know you're busy, I just wanted to see you."
"What's the use of seeing me? I don't have any ability to quickly improve your magic level right now," Ryan said. "Besides, I'm here to ask the house-elves to deliver a message to you. We'll meet on the second floor Sunday afternoon."
"I see, I understand," Penelope replied. Ryan's answer was exactly what she expected.
She's been reading books on adolescent education for ordinary people these past few days. They say that some boys develop slowly, have slower thinking, and are less precocious than girls.
Penelope thought the book made a lot of sense and decided to hold off for a while, giving Ryan more time to think things through.
"By the way, I remember you already knew the Transmutation Charm, which allows for remote communication, when you first entered third grade. Why did you use this method of sending messages to notify everyone of the gathering time?"
Ryan said, "Wouldn't this seem more ceremonial? Otherwise, using a small object enchanted with a transformation spell to convey a message would make people think we adventurers are shady characters!"
"Of course, I will bring up research directions related to this kind of remote communication at our gathering this time."
Penelope was curious. As a Muggle, she immediately thought of the mobile phones she often saw: "Telecommunications? You want to make a communication device like a Muggle phone?"
"No, no, no, it's much more than that," Ryan said. It's 1991 now, and those ordinary, shabby cell phones have no chance of competing with his groundbreaking, magical phone design.
"I have a general idea, but there are still details I hope to work with you to refine," he said.
"I'm looking forward to it, Ryan." Penelope smiled faintly, her beauty radiant. "I should head back now. See you then."
"Okay, see you then."
Sunday, second floor of the castle, Adventurers' Club.
After everyone finished sharing their learning experiences, we moved on to the free discussion session.
Harry first asked Lane a question: "Lady Lane, Neville has been practicing a very strange spell these past few days, and he says you taught it to him?"
"Yes, I'm not sure if Neville has told you about his performance in the practical class. He surprised me, so I gave him a spell that might suit him," Ryan said.
"Harry, how's his practice going?"
Harry frowned slightly and looked at George and Fred.
George and Fred sighed dramatically, "Merlin! Neville is perfect for this spell you taught him!"
"It was a beautiful, sunny evening," George said.
"Even though we can't see the sun," Fred said.
"But we found Neville lurking in the corner."
"Who are we? We're Gryffindor's infamous pranksters!"
"Yes, that's why we took action!"
George: "Unexpectedly, as if he had foreseen this, Neville grabbed me from behind and slammed me to the ground with tremendous force."
Fred: "After George bravely fell to the ground, I knew something was wrong and tried to run away, but unfortunately, I didn't even have time to run before I was hit by something Neville threw."
George: "Really? What hit you? How come I didn't know?"
Fred: "Hey, I took a closer look, and guess what? That's not something, it's George unconscious!!"
After the two finished speaking, everyone laughed and applauded.
Cedric of Hufflepuff also mentioned the unusual behavior of their house's freshman Hannah, which was very similar to Neville's.
Cedric said, "Our Hufflepuff's Hannah was also a little stunned in the common room. She was in a similar situation to Neville, also bursting with tremendous power."
Curious, everyone urged, "Stop keeping us in suspense, just tell us already!"
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