RNP Chapter 4 Port Wine and Quirrell
Chapter 4 Port Wine and Quirrell
In the swamp, a lone explorer is trudging along with difficulty.
He got lost in the swamp.
"Oh God, please save me and show me a way."
Exhausted, he prayed weakly: "The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them and delivers them from all their troubles."
Ryan, under the illusion spell, was stunned, unsure whether to save him or not.
He remembered that an unfortunate person had gotten lost here, and after calculating the time, he searched for any living creatures in the vicinity after he came out.
Just as I was about to rescue him, I used magic to guide him down a path, and also gave him some food and water.
Who would have thought that I would witness such a scene right in front of me...
Not saving them would go against my conscience. After all, the civilized atmosphere of the wizarding world is not as advanced as it is decades later. The Wizengamor Wizarding Court would never say, "If you didn't do it, why are you saving them?"
But let's save people...
As we all know, someone might be a bit petty, but when His followers cried out to Him for help, a wizard chose to save them...
As for Ryan saying that he has never seen or heard of any miracles in the magical world over the years, he has also never heard of anyone time-traveling.
What if?
Silence fell for a moment.
After his prayers went unanswered, the unfortunate man prayed again: "Allah, my Lord, pray for all people, that they may all live peaceful lives."
Hmm, this guy has some ideas... Ryan couldn't hold back for a moment, watching as the unlucky guy in front of him prayed to every possible deity, whether it was Allah, God, or any other god or Buddha.
Ryan waited until he began to pray to legendary figures and spirits such as Merlin and the Lady of the Lake, finally giving him a legitimate reason to do so as a wizard.
After his repeated prayers went unanswered, a desperate Louis Evans was left with only a breath left in his heart when suddenly a ball of light appeared abruptly, as if a deity had manifested, swirling around him. In a trance, a rain of light fell upon him, like a long-awaited rain after a drought, instantly filling him with strength.
"By Merlin, by Merlin, by Merlin."
When people are extremely shocked, their minds often go blank. At this moment, faced with the sudden miracle, Louis Evans became a broken record, repeating the same words over and over, his mind filled with the object of his prayers: the legendary great magician, Merlin.
Louis stiffly turned his head, trying to look around to see if he could spot an old man with long, flowing hair and wise eyes, wearing a tattered robe.
A sliver of delusion still lingered in my heart.
After all, the legend of King Arthur is something every child never tires of hearing, and it's a childhood fantasy for every child.
But he saw nothing; he only saw points of light dancing in one direction, as if pointing the way.
Louis had no choice but to follow the light and trudge through the mud. Ahead, he saw a round wooden table and a chair, along with a plate of fragrant lamb chops and toast, and a large jug of pumpkin juice.
"Thank you, Merlin," Louis said with utmost sincerity, then sat down to eat.
The light spots created by the Illumination spell are really useful as special effects; they immediately fool people... Ryan, who had just used an inspirational spell to make Louis's adrenaline surge, maintained his illusion spell, and his magic flowed into his eyes as he carefully examined Louis, who was wolfing down his food.
He was very curious as to why an ordinary human without magic could pass the array's screening.
Under the magical examination comparable to a color Doppler ultrasound, Louis's entire physiological structure was revealed in perfect detail before Ryan's eyes.
"His physiological structure is not much different from that of an ordinary person, except for some kidney stones and some inexplicable strength in his muscles. The reason may lie in the structure hidden at the magical level. I don't yet have the ability to discover the magical structure in someone's body without dissecting him, so I'll leave that for later."
Ryan secretly planted a mark on Louis to make it easier to find him later. After leaving Louis with enough supplies and a map to leave, Ryan Apparated and disappeared from the scene.
In a secluded corner of the city's main street, Ryan emerged from nowhere.
The reason we didn't go directly to Diagon Alley wasn't because there was an anti-Apparition spell set up there, but simply because the Ministry of Magic's Apparition Law stipulates that all wizards must register and obtain a license before they can Apparate.
Unfortunately, Ryan is not old enough to take the exam and obtain a license, so he cannot Apparate into a large group of wizards, otherwise there would be endless trouble.
Ryan stepped into a dirty, cramped bar, seemingly ignored by the passing crowds.
This is the Leaky Cauldron, the gateway to Diagon Alley.
After greeting a group of wizards who stood up to greet him, Ryan shook hands with Professor Quirrell.
"Professor Quirrell, I've heard so much about you, I look forward to your lecture. Mr. Tom, would you please bring the professor a special port cocktail?" Ryan tossed old Tom a Galleon, making the old man grin from ear to ear.
He never expected to meet the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the following year here. The two first met during the holidays at Hogwarts when Quirinus Quirrell came for an interview.
That time, the two merely nodded to each other, then passed each other by; one went to the library, and the other headed to the principal's office.
This time, considering that Harry Potter, the savior, is about to enroll in school, and Professor Quirrell seems to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had an incident this year, he subconsciously reacted by offering Professor Quirrell a glass of "Potter wine."
After all, regardless of whether it's right or wrong, the first step is to lay the groundwork, put up all the related symbols, and appear profound and unfathomable. This is the essential course for a charlatan.
This will make everyone think you are very professional.
Quirinas Quillo stammered, his head covered with a thick turban, his expression complex, as if he were about to refuse Ryan's offer.
But as soon as Ryan finished speaking, he tossed over a Galleon, and Old Tom, with the fastest speed, the best attitude, the best drinking etiquette, and the most gorgeous tableware, served up a large glass of port.
This is a glass of white Port wine, mainly produced in the rugged Dolores Valley. The wine is usually golden in color, and the color deepens with aging. It has a rounded taste, is easy to drink, and usually has aromas of spices or honey. It is also an ornament of status and honor.
But Professor Quirrell felt no sense of status or honor at this moment. On the contrary, he was at a loss, his face growing paler, and he tremblingly accepted what was probably the most expensive glass of port ever sold at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Mr. Wells... what do you think of my appointment as the greatest prophet of this century?" Quirrell stammered, holding the potentially hot bottle of port.
"Professor Quirrell, just call me Ryan. Besides, I'm by no means the greatest prophet; Professor Trelawney is just as remarkable."
With a professional smile and a mysterious air, Ryan first interrupted Quirrell to close the distance between the two, then said, "Port wine is delicious, isn't it? I personally recommend it with dessert and cheese, such as the new Bee Duke's Weasel cheese, which has a smooth and creamy flavor."
As he spoke, he turned to old Tom and asked, "Mr. Tom, do you have Bee Duke's Weasel Cheese here? If so, please give Professor Quirrell a serving."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wells." Tom shook his head, took a plate of sweet cheese from the old, dirty counter, and placed it in front of Quirrell.
"Weasel cheese..." Quirrell took it, and with the sweetness of the port wine, he chewed the cheese, managing a weak smile.
"I have something to attend to and need to talk to those fairies. Please enjoy your meal, Professor. I look forward to seeing you again at the opening ceremony." Ryan said with a mysterious smile, bowed slightly, and left the bar, heading to the courtyard behind the bar counter.
Knock on the wall, and the wall begins to move, revealing a bustling street.
Ryan walked toward the most conspicuous snow-white building, thinking to himself, "Percy's brother must be one of the main characters in the Harry Potter series. I hope Quirrell understands."
With heartfelt admiration for the fearless wizards throughout history who were willing to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Ryan could only say that these people disregarded life and death and possessed indomitable courage.
So, based on his limited knowledge of the characters and plot of the original story, he gave Quirrell a hint: Weasel, Weasley.
"It seems like Quirrell was the villain in the first year's storyline?" Ryan was a little unsure of his memory; it seemed someone had called Quirrell a two-faced person?
But he didn't care, because no one could cause trouble under Dumbledore's nose.
This is the conclusion he reached after years of exploration. He discovered that the owners of these ruins could all be called masters of their generation, and each of them would have accomplished great things in today's world and become a famous figure in the modern magic world.
However, from Ryan's current perspective, none of these predecessors gave him the same feeling as Headmaster Dumbledore.
It was an unparalleled power, making him seem like a completely different being from ordinary wizards, and even the four deans.
Ryan figured he would just keep an eye on the main characters and communicate with the dean beforehand about any relevant information, just in case something really serious happened.