The magical pendulum clock struck six o’clock in Iris and Ryan’s house as the aroma of beef and pumpkin stew mingled with the unmistakable scent of enchanted wax and old books.
In the kitchen, Iris stirred a pot with her wand while humming a Muggle tune. Her brother Joseph was reading the Daily Prophet, standing by the window.
Joseph Ollivander, 34 years old, wore a formal olive...
2025-08-29 02:09:30 +0000 UTC View PostFifteen days had passed since he arrived in the world of Harry Potter under the identity of Ryan Ollivander.
Fifteen days of intense study.
He had spent much of that time locked in his room, reading Practical Runic Manual I.
While other boys his age would have used the holidays to laze around, hang out with friends, or whatever else, Ryan had stayed home studying and spending ...
2025-08-29 02:07:54 +0000 UTC View PostRyan closed the door to his room softly. The click of the latch sounded louder than he expected.
He let himself fall back onto the bed, lying on his back with a long sigh. He stared at the ceiling, the same ceiling Ryan Ollivander had always known, but brand new to him.
The contrast was stark: from being an orphan and sharing a room with those he considered his brothers, though not ...
2025-08-29 02:06:20 +0000 UTC View PostThere on the sofa sat his mother:
Iris Ollivander.
She was reading a book, barefoot, with a knitted blanket draped over her legs. Her golden-blonde hair fell in messy waves across her shoulders. She had gray eyes like ancient steel, the same precise, luminous gaze as Garrick, though without his hardness. In her, gray eyes meant gentleness, patience, and reassurance.
She was ab...
2025-08-29 02:05:06 +0000 UTC View PostIn the air before Ryan floated a translucent blue interface, like those holographic screens Tony Stark used in the movies… but in his opinion, much sharper and with an infinitely superior aesthetic design. It was as if magic and technology had fused in perfect harmony.
[Initializing magical core calibration...]
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Warmth enveloped him like a blanket freshly pulled from the sun. A blanket… too soft.
Ryan frowned without opening his eyes. He didn’t remember anything remotely like Egyptian cotton at the orphanage.
The last thing he remembered was going to bed with a half-empty stomach and his phone at 3% battery. He had been reading a low-quality Chinese magic novel.
'Why does everythi...
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