Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 288 The affairs of the world are in my hands!

"The world?"

"The affairs of the world are in my hands; I will act now, and who dares disobey?"

Ryan only regretted that the occasion was inappropriate, and that the two people opposite him might not be able to understand the deeper meaning behind his words.

Although he didn't receive the title of Grand Tutor, he had truly devoted himself to saving the wizarding world since his transmigration. He ate well, slept well, and even abandoned his original life of privilege to stir up trouble here. What a miserable fate!

Kemru and Karkaroff were startled, because they had never seen such villainous speech before.

"That person caused such a stir back then, no wizard would let him get away with it!"

Karkaroff was all bark and no bite.

All wizards? How many golems could the existing wizarding world possibly handle?

Ryan untied a pouch from his waist, opened it, and took out a miniature doll the size of a finger. He threw it on the ground, and it instantly transformed into a fully armed giant golem, wielding various weapons, cold and lifeless.

"I'll perform a talent for you two."

The various facilities in the room were transformed into all sorts of magical creatures by the Transfiguration Charm: a phoenix soaring, a giant snake roaring, and a demon wolf howling.

But the alchemical golem remained unmoved, released the safety, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The shockwave from the fiery explosion swept through the room, and in the intense heat, sparks flew from the thick fur wizard robes worn by Karkaroff and Krum.

They were too preoccupied to notice the fact that they were about to catch fire.

Because the creatures that Ryan transformed with his shapeshifting spell looked extraordinary, Krum thought that it would be a tough battle to fight any one of them. Karkaroff, on the other hand, assessed in his mind that if he were to fight this group of shapeshifting creatures at the same time, he would have to be hospitalized after the battle.

But the golem's attack didn't last long!

"What is this?" Karkaroff asked. He knew that Ryan and Nicolas Flamel had studied alchemy, and he guessed that this might be the result of alchemy.

Ryan replied, "Mass-produced War Golem, first edition."

"A war golem, no wonder it's so powerful. Something like this must be very rare, Mr. Ryan?"

Karkaroff seemed to have suddenly learned to be polite, and seemed to have suddenly realized that he could not always be aloof when communicating with people. Only by putting down his airs could he communicate and discuss matters properly with people.

Krum cautiously reminded the headmaster, who was burying his head in the sand: "Mr. Karkaroff—Mr. Lane just said—"

This is the mass-production model.

"Hahahaha! Mass-produced? How could it be mass-produced? How could such a powerful weapon be mass-produced!"

"Hahahaha! Mr. Ryan, you're joking! How could that be true?"

Ryan nodded approvingly: "Although I named it the mass-production type, this golem does have limitations."

"I knew it! How could they possibly mass-produce it!"

"The limiting factor is the scarcity of alchemists, but thankfully, we've already begun some enchanting studies. Another issue is the lack of materials, as the magical world is heavily burdened by the Secrecy Act, making various minerals scarce. Therefore, the golems' sustained firepower is a problem."

When it comes to firepower, Ryan really has a headache. After all, in the ordinary world, metals such as gold, silver, copper, and iron are rarely used in magic, so wizards don't care much about various metal ores.

However, both the Alchemy Golem and the weapons produced by the Armory require metal, especially the first mass-produced War Golem, each of which could achieve a maximum output of 36,000 revolutions per breath and compassionately save all beings.

However, if we want to save all living beings, we need a panacea for saving all living beings.

"So, I'm worried. To develop the wizards' war potential, I need resources. But where are the resources? They're in the world of ordinary people. But why do I need to develop war potential? It's to deal with the increasingly advanced technology of ordinary people."

Ryan spoke earnestly, saying things that would be considered outrageous by a normal wizard, completely disregarding the fact that Krum in front of him was turning pale.

However, it is not over yet.

He continued, "But we are wizards. Unlike ordinary people who can only climb the technology tree, we can also climb the magic skill tree. When it comes to developing magic, we inevitably need capable wizards all over the world. But where are the powerful wizards? In various schools. Mr. Karkaroff, you know what I mean?"

"Should I understand or not?" Karkaroff's eyes were frantically hinting to Ryan that anything he said now could get him beheaded.

How could you tell such a private matter to an outsider like him if you wanted to overturn the secrecy law?

"How can we be outsiders? Mr. Karkaroff, Voldemort is now Harry's personal grandfather, and Harry is my brother. Rounding it up, we're not outsiders either."

"Moreover, if we want to develop magic, we must unite professors from universities around the world. As the principal of Durmstrang, you can also be a target for unity."

Karkaroff went from being aloof to being humble, and now he's starting to tremble. If he can become one, then can he not become one?

How can you turn a Durmstrang principal into someone who doesn't need to be united with?

Karkaroff racked his brains and could only think of one possible scenario: Principal Durmstrang had been replaced.

After the change of leadership, what happened to the former principal remains unknown. After all, the principal's mysterious disappearance is a well-known practice at Durmstrang since its founding.

"Of course, of course, I understand, I understand perfectly. Whatever Mr. Ryan says goes." Karkaroff became all smiles and bows.

"I know you're not convinced. After all, I'm just a young kid, while you consider yourself a seasoned adult wizard who has seen it all."

Ryan didn't take it seriously. He verbally agreed, but that wouldn't help at all, especially in a place like Durmstrang where black magic was the norm and power was highly valued.

So he brought a purse full of alchemical golems, enough to complete a military exercise.

"If your school doesn't have any other plans today, I would like to give a performance."

"Of course, of course."

Karkaroff's current approach to Ryan is simply to say "yes, yes, everything's fine," hoping to appease Ryan first and then agree to perform this harmless request.

Then all the teachers and students of Durmstrang were bewildered in the wind, and even the ghost ship that was faintly visible in the lake behind the mountain showed obvious signs of stiffening.

Because from every window of the four-story castle, one could see a squad of war golems relentlessly unleashing their firepower on the ground.

The terrifying power exceeded their imagination and their understanding of magic. Even though they all came from pure-blood families, they had never seen such a ferocious killing weapon in their family books!

A boy of similar age patted their principal affectionately: "Mr. Karkaroff, don't you think my War Golem Legion is formidable?"