Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 291 Durmstrang and the Magical Gold Academy

It took three days.

In addition to verifying that there were no errors in the intelligence over the past three days, he also deciphered the surface and shallow structures of Durmstrang Castle and the spells used there.

As for the deeper structure of the curse, that's beyond the comprehension of an outsider like him.

Although he overpowered Durmstrang and forced Karkaroff to choose to become a Hogwarts underling.

However, Durmstrang and Karkaroff cannot be equated. The former is a prestigious school with a history of thousands of years, which has cultivated countless outstanding talents. Karkaroff himself could even be considered half a student of Durmstrang.

Therefore, he held Durmstrang Castle in high esteem and naturally would not resort to violent means to bypass its access.

As for Karkaroff, he was just a Death Eater who succumbed to dark magic and fostered bullying on campus. In Ryan's view, such a person had no human rights unless Karkaroff could really use dark magic to pave the way to legend. In that case, as a pioneer on the path of magic, Ryan would naturally respect him.

"Time to go. Next stop, Beauxbatons."

After informing Karkaroff, Ryan waved his sleeve, swept up the clouds, and disappeared into the sky above Durmstrang.

It is not about learning the immortal techniques of flying through the clouds.

He simply used a weather spell to create clouds and mist, concealing his form, and then teleported away.

Karkarov was awestruck by such an extraordinary style, which strengthened his desire to curry favor with the powerful.

"Dumbledore, Voldemort, Ryan—"

"Hogwarts! What a magnificent Hogwarts!"

Durmstrang wasn't without capable individuals, but that particular person was subtly positioned behind Ryan. Moreover, Karkaroff didn't think he could bring himself to mention that person's name.

Who does he think he is?

Even his former master, Voldemort, who stirred up turmoil in England, was only confined to one place. Perhaps Voldemort himself did not think so, but all of Voldemort's followers, except for a few crazy fanatics, unanimously felt that Voldemort's achievements were inferior to those of Voldemort.

Beauxbatons.

As a guest alchemy professor in Beauxbatons, his appearance here was met with unanimous cheers from the students. Some of the bolder students even asked him directly if his visit was related to the upcoming junior wizard skills competition.

"Yes, I came here precisely to promote communication between everyone and young wizards from different regions. Before that, I went to Durmstrang, and Mr. Karkaroff strongly agreed with my proposal."

"So I'm here to tell everyone that those who are confident in their abilities can start preparing for the competition."

Ryan casually named a few people: "You people are all quite skilled in herbalism, spells, alchemy, or transmutation. My personal suggestion is that you all sign up enthusiastically."

The students laughed. "Professor Ryan, the competition schedule for this tournament hasn't been set yet!"

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon." Ryan found Maxim amidst the cheers of the students.

"You even made a special trip here?" Maxim said. "Beauxbatons is absolutely in favor of the Junior Wizard Skills Tournament proposal."

Ryan said, "Since we're already here, I might as well ask you about the other schools."

Principal's Office.

Maxim told Ryan about the current situation of the other schools he knew. However, this information was not very timely, mainly because there was little communication between different regions of the magical world, and even less communication between different wizarding schools.

If it weren't for the various chaotic phenomena that have emerged in the wizarding world over the past two years, prompting insightful individuals to subconsciously seek more escape routes for themselves, the wizarding world would be far more closed off than people imagine.

Therefore, Ryan often didn't understand why wizards were unwilling to make friends.

It's clear that every wizard's house has a fireplace. Most adult wizards can use Apparition, and even those who can't can travel using Portkeys.

Yet, even in the wizarding world where transportation is so good, the desire to communicate is surprisingly low. In the end, they can only rely on communication devices to bridge the distance between people!

Since the advent of communicators in the past two years, many people have added friends from foreign countries.

Although Ryan didn't add these kinds of friends, he had talked about it when chatting with members of the Adventurers' Club.

Everyone was puzzled. Perhaps the wizards from the lower classes were unable to communicate across borders due to their livelihoods, but the young wizards from wealthy families also did not have the idea of ​​communicating across borders!

"What you're describing is indeed a common situation." Maxim agreed with Ryan's statement. "Beauxbatons students rarely interact with wizards from other places. Hopefully, this Junior Wizarding Skills Conference will provide everyone with a brand new platform for exchange."

"There will be a brand new platform for communication, and I plan to hold a junior wizard skills competition every year," Ryan said. This is a step he is taking to strengthen communication among wizards and a key step in integrating wizard professors.

"Let's not talk about that. Is the teacher at school or at home now?"

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel is almost always at home."

"Alright, I'll go check out the Magic Gold Academy, then go find my teacher. I won't bother Mrs. Maxim any longer. Goodbye."

Saying goodbye to Maxim.

Quirrell, the current dean and head of the Magician Academy, has begun to have some regrets. He regrets why he switched to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, which has led to him being a corporate slave at the Magician Academy.

Every morning, the moment he opens his eyes, he's faced with endless documents to review. He can only manage a few bites of food before heading off to teach his students, and after class, he returns to the principal's office to grade countless assignments.

"Seeing that my senior is living such a fulfilling and hopeful life makes me feel at ease."

Ryan watched all this with great satisfaction. Think about it, he had personally saved a bright young man who had gone astray and suffered a severe disability. He had helped this young man return to his post and shine again!

For this alone, he deserves a Merlin Medal!

Quirrell looked up, thinking he was hallucinating, but after checking several times, he realized that the person who had thrown him into the sea of ​​suffering had appeared.

Indeed, he was grateful to Ryan and wholeheartedly supported and admired him.

However, when burdened with an endless stream of assignments to grade and documents to sign, all this support and gratitude were suppressed by intense resentment.

"You didn't tell me there would be so many documents to write! So many assignments to grade!"

Quirrell's voice was hysterical, with a hint of madness.

"Ah, isn't Hogwarts different from this?" Ryan's eyes darted around uncertainly.

Quirrell practically buried his head in the mountain of homework piled on his desk: "How could it be the same! Hogwarts doesn't have this many problem students! It's not that the students have bad character, it's just that there are too many problems with them!"

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