Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 295 Many people call me the despicable Halbo

What happened today!

Countless tourists who come to visit the pyramids think they are dreaming.

However, half of the face of the giant Sphinx was smashed to pieces, and the flying debris caused injuries to many people.

The bright red marks from being hit by the rubble tell visitors that this wasn't a Hollywood movie shoot! It was a real, horrific incident!

The most terrifying thing is that the green light that shattered half of the human face was actually emitted by a middle-aged man himself!

The middle-aged man was about to attack another boy, but the boy suddenly dodged!

How could anyone possibly be able to teleport hundreds of meters in an instant!

"Oh my god! What have we encountered?!"

"Oh, impossible!"

Amidst gasps of surprise from the crowd.

Ryan's face was ashen. Now was not the time to deal with the breach of the secrecy law, nor was it the time to evacuate the crowd.

That fatal curse was just a greeting! It was merely a demonstration of the attacker's strength!

This middle-aged man is actually a legend, but in this era, apart from Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Nicolas Flamel, where else are there legends?

It's one thing to have a legendary figure, but why would anyone want to kill him? Weren't we having a great time chatting before?!

"Who are you?" Ryan asked, never imagining he would be able to fight someone of Dumbledore's caliber before even reaching the legendary level.

Not only were they bullying Voldemort, but Voldemort was already low on health.

"Who am I? Hmm, good question." The middle-aged wizard slowly stepped forward. "I have many names, but you probably don't know any of them."

How would I know if you didn't tell me?

"Then I'll tell you a name you've all probably heard of. It was also my first name," said the middle-aged wizard. "My name is Halberd. You often call me Despicable Halberd."

Haierbo?

Before Ryan could react, he heard the second half of the sentence, and he bristled like a hedgehog with its pincers standing on end: "You despicable Halbo!"

"Mr. Lane, I don't think it's polite to say I'm despicable to my face. What do you think?" Halberd strolled leisurely, not even holding a wand, his manner impeccable, like an ancient Greek nobleman stepping out of the depths of time into the present.

The founder of black magic is actually still alive!

No, you're alive, why are you stopping me? — Ryan: "Mr. Helbo, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

Helbo's face showed deep reluctance: "There's no misunderstanding. I personally admire you, but I'm also heartbroken that my friend asked me to kill you."

"Now, among all the people in the world who have a grudge against me, there's practically no way I can get the reins of this founding father of black magic—" Ryan suddenly realized the problem: "Mr. Helbo, is your friend an alchemist? Or is there an alchemist among your friend's friends?"

Halberd smiled and nodded. "Very perceptive, Mr. Lane. Now, could you answer a question for me? Anti-Apparition Charms have been placed around here, so how were you able to Apparate?"

As expected, it's the force that brought the dark future prophesied in the past! And the same force that sent alchemical lifeforms to rob Gringotts! They actually hired Helbo to kill them!

Ryan exhaled, knowing that in this life-or-death situation, the house-elf's bracelet wouldn't be enough to allow him to move very far. Therefore, his current task was to fight his way out of Helbo's range of the Anti-Apparition Charm's area of ​​effect.

Without saying a word, he activated the Triple Iron Armor Spell to protect himself, and at the same time, he lit a fierce fire that wrapped around the iron armor, activated the bracelet, and began to move.

"Decisive indeed." Helbo clapped, and with his applause, several enormous serpent monster phantoms, hundreds of meters long, appeared here, each serpent monster phantom accompanied by intense black magic fluctuations.

Avada Kedavra, a summoning curse, a transformation curse, and a basilisk—no, this isn't magic! This is directly creating a basilisk, extracting its soul, and combining it with the concept of death to forge a spell!

It also seems to incorporate some elements of the Alchemy Matrix.

Wearing his fiery armor, Ryan charged left and right, weaving through the basilisks with his eyes closed.

He dared to face the basilisk's deathly gaze in the Chamber of Secrets, but he wouldn't dare to use the special spells concocted by Helbo. He had reason to suspect that meeting Helbo's basilisk spells in his own eyes was equivalent to taking a fatal curse from Helbo.

As expected, those who set foot on the legendary path are all monsters.

The serpent monster's phantom was just the beginning. The next second, quicksand surged, forming a whirlwind that swept into the sky, and huge sand serpent monsters appeared before everyone.

"Help!"

"My God, these are all devils!"

"The devil has invaded humanity! God, is this the coming of Judgment Day?!"

At this point in time, various superhuman scenes have not yet been brought to the screen, and tourists' minds still cannot imagine the world-destroying spectacle within a radius of a kilometer.

They could only conclude that the devil had invaded the human world, and then the devils started fighting amongst themselves.

This is quite reasonable. After all, the devils described in the book are all treacherous, cunning, and despicable villains, so it's perfectly normal for them to have internal strife.

Didn't you hear the young devil call the middle-aged devil "the despicable Halbo"?

That might be the real name of this middle-aged devil!

The timid person fainted from fright.

Some knowledgeable people started calling the police.

Some self-important, immature teenagers, with countless thoughts flashing through their minds, began to perform a ritual based on the exorcism ceremony that had been established in the small club the previous week.

Jill Xavier, a renowned international athlete who had already made a name for himself, came to Egypt and, just as he was about to visit the pyramids, discovered this horrifying scene.

He grabbed a friend he'd met there and said, "Oh my God! Is Egypt really that dangerous? Could it really be some kind of demon from hell? Louis Evans, do you know what to do?"

Louis gave him a nudge: "Hurry up and pull me along! I'm a tourist from out of town too."

"Oh, right, right." In this terrifying scene, tension and fear transformed into inexhaustible motivation. Jill Xavier dragged Louis Evans along as they ran: "But Louis, that young devil... I think I've seen him before..."

"Ah! You've seen it?" Louis was stunned. What do you mean the kid next to me has seen the devil!

His hands trembled. As everyone knows, the devils of hell are always ruthless businessmen. If the child next to him made a deal with the devil, he might also become a target of the devil's deal!

Jill Xavier swallowed hard; he was quite frightened too. "I saw him on my way from home to London—that young devil, he looked like a prophet at the time—"

"You didn't sign any contract, did you?"

Louis was terrified.

"How could that be! I'm not even sure if I've actually seen him! I was drunk that day, and I only have a vague recollection of him!"

Jill Xavier said.