Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 297 A Peaceful Day

Today is also a day of peace for the pyramids.

The explanation that peace could lead to hallucinations from a gas explosion may not adequately explain what is happening now.

Even the all-powerful gas explosion couldn't solve it. All that happened today! One can only say that the authorities in Taliban must have gone mad after receiving the warning.

Of course, the authorities went crazy later; the area around the pyramids has already been closed to tourists.

Helbo's aura of stirring up extreme emotions affects all life within its range, regardless of the opponent, including birds, beasts, fish, and insects.

There have been multiple incidents of wild animals injuring people, and even domestic pets are showing signs of wanting to do so.

The circling birds will dart towards the pedestrian's eye sockets at an extremely fast speed.

Travel companions on the same trip might even get into a fight over the smallest of disagreements.

The security personnel who were originally there to maintain order in the scenic area have turned into players experiencing a game of beating up tourists.

Louis and Gilles were lucky; they hadn't gotten too close to the area covered by the light. In their lingering fear, they witnessed the middle-aged devil's transformation.

"Oh God! It really is the devil!"

"My God, yes, it really is the devil!"

The transformed middle-aged wizard has a terrifying beauty; he's clearly not a good person, so he can only be a devil!

Everyone was convinced of this, and when they called the police department in the pyramid area for help, everyone claimed that a demon had appeared in the pyramids and that they needed to contact the church to deal with the demon!

The police department was at a loss.

I thought it was an April Fool's joke.

However, April Fool's jokes wouldn't involve so many tourists claiming to be visiting the site and simultaneously calling for help.

Amidst a barrage of alarm calls, they had no choice but to dispatch officers in police cars, slowly making their way to the scene—perhaps arriving within the first second after the incident was over.

Although no one believed it, what if the tourists' report to the police was true?

What if a demon really crawls out of hell? Why are they risking their lives for a few hundred dollars a month?!

Louis put down his phone and cursed, "What a shitty bureaucratic system! A waste of taxpayers' money!"

"That's right!" Young Jill, full of passion and with a stroke of luck, became an internationally renowned figure through her "talent and hard work," and naturally couldn't stand bureaucracy.

"You say you recognize that younger devil?"

"It's not that I recognize him, it's that I've seen him before, or maybe I've seen him before! I can't even remember!"

The two dodged through the crowd, with humanoid creatures appearing every now and then, their eyes bloodshot, like rabid dogs, biting anyone they saw.

Above them, the young demon, who had not yet revealed his true demonic form, was being completely suppressed by the middle-aged demon, who had revealed his true demonic form.

They can't even use the teleportation technique they used to be able to do from time to time!

"Mr. Ryan, the sprite is just a magical creature. It doesn't mean that the magic it possesses is an invincible divine skill. It has simply quietly taken over a blind spot in the wizarding world. It's not some extraordinary skill."

As Chimera Helpo spoke, countless flames stretched into a line of fire, shooting towards Ryan like sharp swords.

The pixie's Apparition was completely banned—only then did Ryan realize that his qualification to flaunt his power in front of ordinary wizards was that he had stepped into the level of a Grand Wizard with magic power far exceeding that of his peers, but his actual combat ability was average. At most, he was invincible among his peers, but he did not have the combat skills to challenge those who crossed realms.

It seems he needs to prepare some measures as soon as possible—he used his own magic to constantly shake the outside world, creating light and shadow distortions and chaotic areas, narrowly dodging attack after attack.

I miss Apparition so much, but unfortunately, the opponent is a master of magical creatures. Using my magical creature skills against Helpo is like showing off my limited skills in front of an expert.

Helbo's figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, then suddenly reappeared behind Ryan, his claws slicing towards the back of Ryan's neck like sharp blades.

"Armor for protection."

Ryan's hair stood on end as he repeatedly stacked armor spells, the magical vibrations hindering Helbo's speed, and using an alchemical array to reinforce the armor's defensive capabilities.

It truly appeared on him. Classical plate armor, like that of the Middle Ages, with mysterious patterns painted on it—alchemy designs.

But as easily as tearing paper, the claws ripped through Ryan's armor, barely serving as a barrier.

Taking advantage of that moment, Ryan abandoned the levitation spell, applied an acceleration effect to himself, and plummeted straight to the ground.

"His outstanding combat talent and profound magical skills truly make him the most outstanding figure born in this era."

Instead of being angry when his attack failed, Helbo was delighted and sincerely praised the move.

The next instant, he teleported again, even more smoothly than when Ryan used his house-elves to teleport – this was Phoenix's talent.

Flames erupted, bringing his figure into view before Ryan. The Hyrule basilisk's pupils suddenly lit up, forcing Ryan to conjure layers of ice in different directions to slightly obstruct the view.

"puff."

Even with the refraction of light and shadow, Ryan still felt as if his head had been hit by a bolt of lightning. The excruciating pain instantly robbed him of his ability to think, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The intense impact accelerated his descent, creating some distance between him and Helbo. However, this distance meant nothing to someone who could freely apparite.

"You're truly remarkable." Helbo suddenly appeared beside him, this time without making a move: "You're stronger than me at forty when you're only a teenager. The legends of this era are all wizards; if they can't stop the pixie's Apparition, they might not be able to defeat you."

good chance!

Can't wait any longer!

Ryan, forcing himself to stay awake, shoved handfuls of pills into his mouth while simultaneously resonating the sounds of alchemical runes through his vocal cords. This sound didn't belong to any language; it was magic itself: "In the name of fire, in the form of wind, from the seventeenth path called Geburah, through Pechad, across the third path Tipherth. With a resolute determination, stepping into the destined end, supported by strength and controlled by the heart, the destruction and rebirth of the spirit, thus yellow and white change, beauty and victory unite—"

As the sound resonated, the patterns of the alchemical matrix spread out from where he had been. Each lit pattern was a place he had just stood. These patterns formed a towering tree with crimson stars hanging from its crown.

The alchemical array patterns were ignited by fire, and the wind howled around them.

Brilliant flames surged into the alchemical patterns, extending rapidly along the tree roots, igniting the stars in the tree canopy.

Thus, the flames of black magic became imbued with holiness, shining as brightly as stars.

Helbo stopped his pursuit, clapping his hands in praise: "The alchemical techniques of the Ancient Tree of Life School are so advanced that even the founder of this school would be ashamed before you! You actually managed to transform the flames of dark magic into holy fire through alchemy! Back then, with just this one skill, you could have claimed to have seized the divine right to the sun!"

He stood there casually in mid-air, his eyes filled with joy, his wings spread, flames raging, his hair standing on end, and wind and thunder surging.

Having made all the necessary preparations, he was determined to watch and see just how far the geniuses of this era could go.

Mental exhaustion is like the soul being ripped from one's mind. Ryan said in a very, very soft voice, "I salute you, Mr. Helbo, the forerunner of the magical path."

"I'm honored!" Herbo laughed.