At Nick's instruction, Ryan rushed to the library. It was evident that Mrs. Pince knew a lot about the library, and quickly removed a few scrolls from the forbidden section for Ryan after he inquired.

"That's what those ancestors left behind, but honestly, I don't think it's a good idea for a wizard to fight with an axe, spear, or sword. Mrs. Pince took out the scrolls from a tray and said to Ryan.

"Of course, I know. It's just that I think these things might help me improve my alchemy. Ryan took the scroll on the tray and said, "After all, no matter what the content of the competition is, I still have to try to improve my own strength, and learning alchemy knowledge is a good way." ”

Ryan spent the rest of the day studying the scrolls, and by looking through them, he learned a lot of new ways to arrange and combine runes, which gave him one more candidate to deal with dragons. It also means that he has a game plan that does not require him to show more ability. After all, the enemy is now hiding in the shadows like a viper, and at this time, one more hole card can be hidden to give you an extra advantage in the future.

Ryan wasn't the only one who took advantage of the Halloween holiday to visit the library, but the warriors from the other two schools also came to the library to look for materials. However, Ryan also found that the consequences of joining the second Warrior temporarily were already there.

Beauxbatons remained sembrified by the half-blood giant headmaster, but Ryan could tell that they had formed two small groups with two warriors as the core. It's just that when they are outside, they look like they are getting together.

Durmstrang, on the other hand, put this division directly on the surface, whether it was reading a book in the library or going to the auditorium to eat afterwards, they were divided into two groups. If it weren't for the fact that they were at Hogwarts at this time, maybe they would have started a fight. However, judging by the bruises on the faces and hands of some of the members, it is likely that these people have already dueled in private.

However, the Hogwarts side seems to be very harmonious, except that some Slytherin guys with brains have come up with badges that insult Harry (Ryan finds that unlike the plot, this badge does not support its own content, presumably those purebloods look down on Ryan, the mudblood in their eyes). Outside of showing that the school is not united, there are no additional conflicts.

After all, one of the two warriors hid in a less crowded place to read and practice all day long, and the other simply hid in the dormitory and did not go out because he was afraid of being pointed at after becoming a warrior for some reason.

By the time the holidays were over, Harry found himself in an even worse position. Especially after discovering those Slytherin badges, Ginny comforts him when he doesn't have class.

But these days have been good for Ryan, but he feels a little uncomfortable with the sudden increase in fans.

"The last time I was awarded the Merlin Medal, I wasn't paid much attention to me. One day in a magical beast conservation class, after walking the fried whelks and preparing for lunch in the cafeteria, Ryan complained to Hermione, sitting across from hermione, after humbly declining a request for an autograph from a junior Hufflepuff girl. Because these people really affected his life.

Ryan is not unaccustomed to this feeling of being worshipped, after all, whether it is the world of plants vs. zombies or the world of fallout, he has the status of a savior, and naturally he has gained countless admirers, but those worshippers will never affect Ryan's daily life.

"After all, the Merlin Medal is too far away and too tall for everyone, and the selection of Hogwarts warriors is a matter for everyone. People will always care about things that are relevant to them. Hermione said, putting down the cup of pumpkin juice.

"Okay, you're right, but I've always felt like I'm a bit like the sunglasses guy at London Zoo. Ryan said with a shrug.

"It's more like it if you sit there eating bamboo. Hermione quipped.

The afternoon class was a potions class, and it ended up fighting directly at the door of the potions classroom because of the insulting badge. Potter pulled out his wand and fought Malfoy.

Ryan was late because he had read a little more at noon, and when he arrived at the door of the Potions classroom, he saw a pillar of light flying towards him.

"Stop!" Ryan subconsciously raised his wand. The pillar of light that shot from the head of his wand just canceled out the pillar of light flying from the opposite side. Goyle was the only one injured in the attack, which naturally caused Professor Snape, who had rushed to deal with the problem, to deduct 50 points from Gryffindor.

Anyway, the conflict made the atmosphere in the classroom very bad, but it didn't take long for the class to start before Colin Creevey told Ryan and Harry to go upstairs to take pictures.

Along the way, Colin chattered around Harry and asked this question until he reached the steps. He didn't quiet down until he reached the door of the room.

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch that Alan had never seen before.

The witch was dressed in a magenta robe, her hair was delicate, stiff, and grotesquely curly, and her fat fingers clutched at a crocodile-skin handbag, and her nails were two inches long and painted red. Although he had never seen it before, looking at the clothes and the things he was holding, Ryan quickly recognized who it was.

Rita Skeeter, a journalist who specializes in making up news. can make up countless black materials from your ordinary sentence, and the automatic quill in her hand is even better than that. Because the monotonous life in the wizarding world is too monotonous, countless people are waiting for this reporter to share with them the new story that has just been made up.

Bagman began to announce what he was going to do now after seeing everyone in the field, "We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in future competitions." "The Expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then it's time to take a few photos. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, gesturing to the magenta-robed witch, "She's writing a little article for the Daily Prophet about the tournament..."

Ryan felt that Bagman was overly optimistic. The person in front of him can make up hundreds of thousands of words in one sentence, containing all kinds of attractive elements and best-selling masters. Seriously, if you have this kind of talent, why don't you imitate Lockhart as a star, you have to be a reporter, it feels like it's a bit overkill.

Thankfully, by this time she had already found her prey. Just when Ryan was silently complaining in his heart, Rita Skeeter began to take the initiative.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we get started?" she asked Bagman, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on Harry, "Youngest warrior, you know... To add a little color to the article. ”

She stared at Harry like a beast on a rabbit.

Harry was still too inexperienced, so he stupidly agreed to the interview request. After that, Rita was pulled into a cubicle with a broom and began to do one-on-one interviews. Ryan could only silently pray for Harry at this time, hoping that there would not be too much explosive news after the newspaper came out tomorrow.