Under a big tree in the Forbidden Forest, Lupin said to Ryan in a worried tone: "Most of the magic plant cultivation in Britain is controlled by those old pure-blood families, and they rely on house-elves to control the cost of those magic plant cultivation to a very low level. Our plantations are only to meet the orders of the store, and it is difficult to compete with the established families in the market. That's why I'm worried about the arrival of new people, because if there is more product produced, the British market will definitely not be able to eat it. ”

"I understand what you're worried about, Professor Lupin. But I really found a huge market. Ryan explained with a smile. "This time I went to the Celestial Empire during the summer vacation to sign a trade agreement with that side, and they are willing to go all out to buy certain raw materials that they don't produce there. ”

"Really?" Lupin's eyes widened, and then he asked cautiously, "But can the market over there eat a batch as large as ours?"

"Don't worry, Professor, we're selling rough processed products of some highly versatile magical plants. These things are in high demand for them. At the same time, their population is 20 times that of ours, and they have thousands of years of uninterrupted magical heritage. With such a prosperous market, no matter how much we produce, it is estimated that the market over there can be eaten in one bite. ”

"That's good. Lupin finally smiled relaxedly. After a little more chatter about something that had happened recently, they parted ways and left the Forbidden Forest.

It was lunch time, and at the dinner table, Ryan learned that Cowmike McLagan, who was competing with Ron for the goalkeeper position this time, wanted to get this position last year, but unfortunately he was in the hospital when he joined the team last year, because he had made a bet with someone and ate a pound of fox eggs.

"It's a very good thing that McLagan wasn't selected. Hermione commented after hearing the news from Ginny, "This mental state is really not suitable for participating in certain team sports that require brains. ”

Ryan thinks that the fox is the equivalent of cockroaches or flies in ordinary people's homes in the wizarding world. If a person makes a bet with someone to eat about a pound of this kind of thing, he still thinks that it is worth showing off. It can only be said that this person does have a problem with his brain.

The afternoon was spent reading and studying in the library, and Ryan used the time to finish reading an alchemy manual from the Black family's collection that Sirius had given him. Although the alchemy products in the manual are all black magic products, many of the ingenious ideas in it are worth learning. Not to mention that with this introduction to dark magic products, Ryan will be able to make alchemy props that can effectively fight against the family treasures handed down by the death-eating bare hands of those pure-blood families.

"The difference between the power of death in your possession and that of the mysterious man is not the death of the end, but the death of a cycle transformed from life. It's like the cycle of life in nature—" On the way to dinner in the auditorium, Ryan began to explain Hermione something she found confusing about the rules. As a forerunner, Ryan now has enough knowledge to deal with Hermione's problems at this stage, and Hermione showed a sudden realization after listening to Ryan's explanation.

"You mean that the power of death in my hands is like a cycle of life and death for plants growing from the earth and returning to the earth, right?" asked Hermione, looking at Ryan.

"Yes. Ryan discovered that Hermione had slowly gotten the hang of studying the rules after learning the life magic she had received from Iceland a few years earlier. He was confident that Hermione would soon master the methods of her own independent research.

As they reached the grand staircase of the main hall to descend, Professor Slughorn suddenly appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

"Mr. Liang, Miss Granger, I'm looking for you. He said enthusiastically and loudly, holding his bulging belly with his hands at his side. "Thank you, Merlin, for letting me stop you from eating at you. How about a simple dinner with me tonight? I prepared a little party with just a few rising stars. I invited McLagan, Sabini, and the charming Melinda Bobin — I don't know if you know her, she has a big pharmacy chain at home—"

"Of course, we are honored. Ryan bowed slightly to Slughorn, "We'll be there on time, do you have any requirements for clothing?"

"No, I just want everyone to relax, you guys can wear school uniforms. Slughorn's smile widened, "I need to go downstairs to find Harry now, so we'll meet at eight o'clock." ”

With that, Slughorn ran in the direction of the dining room, Hermione looked at his back and asked Ryan, "It always feels weird, I always thought that wizards don't have the kind of fraternity or sorority that ordinary people have when they were in high school or college." ”

"It's inevitable wherever there are people. Ryan smiled, "But I don't think we should be the main characters today, Slughorn called us probably just to be optimistic about our future, he will definitely focus on those few people with good families now, let's just go and eat something good to relax." ”

At half-past seven, Professor Slughorn's small meeting took place as scheduled. However, Ryan didn't see Harry show up, and according to Professor Slughorn, Snape was adamant that Harry should be locked up on time, so he was unfortunately not able to attend the meeting today.

As Ryan guessed, Slughorn focused on McLaggan at the party, as McLagan knew many of the leading figures. For example, for a long time in the middle of the party, I heard McLagan talk about how he went hunting with a group of big people from the Ministry of Magic. The rest of the time, most of the time, he listened to Slughorn nag about how famous his former students were. But for the sake of the dinner served today, Ryan maintained a humble and deferential attitude throughout the whole process.

However, Slughorn is also a very sociable person, and although the focus is on McLagan, it does not make others feel left out very much. For example, during the banquet, he praised Ryan's alchemy and Hermione's excellent academic skills. While everyone was eating dessert after dinner, the arrival of the captain of the Holyhead Harpy team, Gwenog Jones, brought the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax again.

The party didn't end until nine o'clock in the evening, and when Ryan and Hermione returned to the common room, Harry was seen returning from Snape.

"Good evening, how was your banquet today?" said Harry, breathlessly. It's not a pleasant job to pick out the rotting Flober caterpillar from the good, especially since the caterpillar still smells bad.

"It was ok, the food tasted good. Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "It's that you need to listen to Slughorn for two hours all the time boasting about what his young student accomplished today, or McLagan bragging about how many famous bigwigs he knows. ”

"It doesn't sound as appealing as I thought it would be, but at least it should be better than picking up rotten bugs from a pile of dead caterpillars. Harry shrugged.

"But in the end, there was a Holyhead Harpy captain Gwenog Jones at the party. Neither of us was interested in Quidditch, so we didn't say a word to her at all. ”

"You two are, alas!" Harry lamented at once, the Holyhead Harpys were a strong Quidditch team, nearly 800 years old. For Quidditch lovers, it's great to get up close and personal with their captain.

"But we got you her autograph. Ryan handed Harry a signed photo of Gwenog Jones, "I just mentioned it a little bit, and I'm sorry you didn't go, Professor Slughorn took the initiative to get this signed photo for us." ”

"Thank you so much!" said Harry, taking the autographed photo, feeling that he hadn't been a completely unlucky night tonight.