Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 294 I admire you! You come to kill me?

"There's also the idea of ​​a wizard's volley; I need to write it down."

Wizard Tower, Wizard Bullet, a deadly weapon.

Each of these three has its purpose in Ryan's plan. Of course, the first two are actually newly introduced into the plan, while the ultimate weapon is not.

In the original plan, the existence of the weapon of mass destruction was meant to be a deterrent, not a deterrent of force, because some forms of magic can achieve the same effect as deterrence of force.

For example, there's dangerous magic like Fiendfire, which has both complex mechanics and high damage output. Or there's the decapitation strike combining Apparition with alchemical poisons, or even the Shrinking and Stretching Charm, which can be used in various ways to inflict damage.

The only drawback is the small number of wizards. Coupled with certain stereotypes, this leads outsiders to believe that wizards are just a group of old fogies following the legacy of their predecessors.

The production of these powerful weapons clearly demonstrates to ordinary leaders that wizards are not outdated and inflexible; they can also wield the power of technology.

Admittedly, the total number of wizards worldwide may only be a few hundred thousand at most. Compared to a group of billions, they are just a tiny, insignificant community.

However, the number of people is never a constant standard for determining the strength of a force.

The true measure of civilization and national strength is always productivity. This is good, precisely because the magic of wizards is irrational, resulting in an abundance of productivity.

"Well, in the end, it's still because there aren't enough people." Ryan shook his head. If the total number of wizards could be increased by two zeros, he wouldn't be so cautious. He would definitely start causing trouble in the world of ordinary people in a big way.

"But if the total number of wizards increases by two zeros, there's no need for me to overturn the secrecy law, because wizards wouldn't need to hide from the world anymore—"

On his way to Moon Hill, he stopped at the pyramids. Having long admired their fame, and since he was already there, he figured he might as well take a look.

The Giza pyramid complex includes famous landmarks such as the Sphinx and the Great Pyramid of Giza.

Ryan changed out of his wizard robes and appeared before the Sphinx in a suit and tie.

He had already concealed his presence with magic before he appeared, but unexpectedly someone seemed to have noticed him and walked to his side. It was a very charming middle-aged man who was older than his age. He had a long beard and distinct features, but his most important charm came from his eyes. They seemed ordinary, but they contained the weight of time.

"The Sphinx's nose has a chip, caused by Muggle weapons."

The middle-aged man spoke in a very professional tone, like a proper broadcaster, without a trace of accent.

Ryan guessed that the old man was definitely not a British wizard, but must have learned or used magic to replicate the standard broadcasting tone.

Yes, this gentleman is a wizard.

"Sir, the claim that the emperor ordered the bombardment of the Sphinx is a misconception. The Sphinx had already been damaged before his expedition."

Ryan said.

The descriptions of the Sphinx in his 1737 travelogue and 1755 watercolor already show its nose missing. While Napoleon himself did not come from a scholarly family, he greatly respected scholars and cherished cultural relics, mentioning in his diaries multiple times the need to protect Egyptian culture. Furthermore, his Egyptian expedition took place in 1798; unless he possessed a time machine, it would be impossible for him to bombard the Sphinx, which already had a missing nose from 1737, in 1798.

The wizard shook his head: "Right or wrong, it's just another way of saying it. The key question is, how many wizards do you think could destroy the Sphinx's nose if they were in your or my position?"

It seems this gentleman has strong opinions about the lifting of the wizarding secrecy laws, and he's doing so with reason. Unlike the mainstream view that noble wizards don't need to interact with Muggles, he believes that wizards are no longer a match for Muggles at this stage. That's why he specifically came to me to discuss this matter after meeting me.

As for why this gentleman came to him about this matter, it was obviously because he vaguely saw from Ryan's various actions that Ryan wanted to break the secrecy law, but he had no evidence, so he could only offer advice indirectly.

"We're not far from the Sphinx's nose, only about a hundred meters away. There are plenty of wizards capable of destroying it; the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic can basically do it."

"Mr. Ryan, how many wizards in the wizarding world possess the power of an Auror?" The middle-aged wizard's tone was flat, revealing no discernible emotion. "As far as I know, there are only three or four hundred thousand wizards worldwide, and the number that can be called an Auror is probably no more than six thousand. On the other hand, even in our weak and impoverished nation, Muggles could easily muster six thousand cannons. Mr. Ryan, what are your thoughts on this?"

This is a test for me, but people with such strategic vision are extremely rare in the wizarding world. Especially judging from his attire, this wizard may come from the Mediterranean region and has little connection with the British wizarding world, which makes him even more remarkable!

It's important to understand that even with Ryan stirring up trouble in the British wizarding world, very few wizards truly recognize the power of Muggles. The majority of wizards still hold the belief that wizards are noble and Muggles are lowly.

Therefore, Ryan was pleased to communicate with such a person: "Sir, may I ask a question before answering?"

"Please speak."

Ryan's eyes gleamed with barely suppressed admiration: "First, I'd like to ask your name. Second, I'd like to ask whether these ideas are your own or inspired by others."

The middle-aged wizard remained serious: "I'll reserve my answer to the first question until you get a response. As for the second question, these are things I've come to realize through my own experiences, but I have indeed discussed them with others. That person and I talked about it for a long time."

Whoops!

There are actually two such talented people!

Ryan didn't care about the middle-aged wizard's somewhat sharp answer. Talented people are bound to have some temper. To be able to understand the world so deeply, the middle-aged wizard and his friend must think that ordinary wizards are just pathetic creatures immersed in past glories. Only they are clear-headed, so they think they are extraordinary.

When dealing with such people, we should flatter them, praising their abilities and commending their ideas.

"It is truly rare to find someone in the wizarding world with such profound thoughts as you, sir. I think you and your friend are helpless amidst this mediocre existence, because you are both wizards, and wizards cannot betray their class, yet your class is intoxicated by its past glory and remains unrepentant. This is all the more heartbreaking."

Ryan started praising.

The middle-aged wizard remained unmoved, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Ryan continued, "But I don't think wizards are inferior to ordinary people. First, I acknowledge that ordinary people's technological development has reached a very high level, but there has never been any rule stating that wizards cannot study technology."

The middle-aged wizard nodded slightly.

"The second point is about magic. Magic is so convenient, so incredibly convenient," Ryan exclaimed repeatedly. "Perhaps you're aware of this, sir. For ordinary people, from the launch of the MTS service in 1946, to Bell Labs' proposal of the cellular theory in 1947, to the first handheld call in 1973, and then to the FCC's approval of Motorola's first handheld mobile phone in 1983, it took a full thirty-seven years. But my communicator, with all its features surpassing even the most advanced mobile phones currently in use by Muggles, only took six months. That's the convenience of magic."

The middle-aged wizard stroked the pocket watch-shaped communicator: "That's you, not that decadent wizard."

Ryan's tone was forceful: "But we can awaken those wizards, startle them from their dreams, and let them see the real world!"

The middle-aged wizard laughed: "On the condition that you don't die today."

A beam of green light shot out from his side.

The Avada Kedavra curse brings death of unimaginable terror, second only to Voldemort, who piled all his magical skills on death. How could that be possible!

Without a second thought, Ryan Apparated.

The Killing Curse, which had been dodged, struck the Sphinx precisely, shattering half of its face.

The tourists nearby exclaimed in surprise.