Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 300 The Belated Guard

Today, the peace index in the pyramid region has risen.

The conflict escalated to the point where those in power could no longer stand idly by. Three humanoid creatures, which looked like humans but were definitely not, engaged in a fierce battle, with the intensity of the conflict comparable to that of two armies equipped with a certain degree of heavy firepower.

One call after another was made to the security personnel who had been ordered to the area.

The person in charge of this team kept hanging up one phone call before receiving another, but he told all his superiors the same thing: their car had broken down, their car had crashed into a tree.

In short, the implication is that they cannot make it, and the leaders should find someone else.

Despite the threat of dismissal, the person in charge remained unmoved, insisting that neither he nor his subordinates could reach the scene, and firmly maintained his stance.

After hanging up the call, he saw the incredibly worshipful gaze of his underlings below, as if they were looking at God.

"Oh, boss, that's so cool!"

"Boss, you're my god!"

The person in charge patted his chest, smiled slightly, and everything was understood without saying a word.

As the situation escalated, someone had to be on the scene to maintain order. After repeated orders from those in power, they had no choice but to dispatch troops to the pyramid area as quickly as possible.

But after reviewing the satellite surveillance footage enthusiastically sent by their "allies," these leaders didn't even dare to say they wanted to capture these monsters. They only told their troops to do their utmost to drive away these creatures of unknown origin.

After all, at this moment, no one in the world has any tactical experience in dealing with a creature of normal human size that can unleash all sorts of attacks, deform objects, spew flames, and teleport.

Regardless of the defensive capabilities of these humanoid creatures, it is safe to say that at present, no weapon can inflict an effective and fatal blow on them.

Because the current concept of warfare is based on destroying the enemy's war defenses and eliminating the opponent's manpower.

There has never been a war concept that involves assembling a large army to besiege and kill a highly mobile individual.

Dedicated allies, such as the United States, were very eager to help the authorities in the Pyramid region test new weapons. Although they were politely refused, the United States did not give up and maintained communication.

And the protagonist they were referring to.

Dumbledore and Helbo fought fiercely, both legends wielding top-tier magical artifacts. Helbo's advantage lay in his powerful physique and regenerative abilities, allowing him to withstand damage while unleashing devastating attacks.

Dumbledore, with his phoenix, could also Apparate.

Ryan, who was standing by watching, suddenly felt that it was an amazing thing that he had been able to hold out for so long. It was incredible!

Is this really still magic? Does this really still belong to a wizard? — The more he observed, the more powerful the legend seemed.

But he had no clue how to make himself a legend.

If we're talking about the transition from elite wizard to grand wizard, experienced elite wizards all have some insights to some extent.

So, it seems that not many great wizards have the realization that they can become legends that resonate throughout history.

Ryan asked the four deans. Although the four deans were not very familiar with the wizarding hierarchy that Ryan had planned, they all knew that there were wizards at Dumbledore's level, so they had thought about what this level was in their spare time.

However, none of the deans had this idea. It was as if, after reaching the level of a great wizard, the path of a wizard had come to an end. They could broaden their path and make their knowledge more extensive, but they could not find a way to extend the path further.

Before us, neither Dumbledore nor Helbo seems to have transcended the wizarding race. Especially after the bloodline transplant, it would be a disservice to the concept of humanity to say that Helbo still belongs to the human race.

"A legend of our time, you are remarkable." Helbo suddenly flew away in the firelight, transformed back into human form, and put away the stone pillar: "But since we cannot determine a winner, we should return this place to its true owner, otherwise they will not be able to sleep at night."

Dumbledore followed his gaze and saw a dozen or so seemingly brand-new aircraft hovering hesitantly in the distance—after all, the pyramid area was remote, economically underdeveloped, and had a limited military industry, so the number of valuable equipment such as fighter jets was limited.

Although they received orders from their superiors, and although it is a soldier's duty to obey orders, the Air Force, which was poor and had little air force power, still had its own ulterior motives.

"Farewell, until we meet again." Helbo waved his sleeve and left without a trace. He knew he couldn't kill Lane in front of Dumbledore, but having been entrusted with this task, he probably didn't want to fight this contemporary legend to the death.

Dumbledore was anxious. They weren't ready to break the Law of Secrecy, but time was running out. After this battle, wizards could no longer pretend they didn't exist.

Having studied Muggles in depth over the past year or two, he knew very well that the appearance of wizards, especially wizards of his caliber, was tantamount to an uncontrolled, freely walking nuclear weapon. The key point was the uncontrollability, which would terrify all those in high positions.

These nations, united, would be able to identify the wizards. Upon further contact, they would see that ordinary wizards were not significantly different from ordinary people.

If not handled properly, it could lead to severe persecution of some ordinary wizards.

Just like the story Ryan told him, even if hunters entered the forest, the dragons remained unharmed, but the smaller creatures could not escape the hunters' guns.

"The secrecy law is out of the question. Trying to cast a forgetting spell on all the witnesses is tantamount to waging war against all Muggles, or even simpler."

As they spoke, Dumbledore used Apparition repeatedly to bring Ryan back to Hogwarts Castle.

Upon opening the door, they saw a serious-looking Gail: "Is it really Helbo?"

"It's most likely him. Only the founder of dark magic could achieve that level of bloodline transplantation ability." Dumbledore recounted what had just happened. At this moment, his own thinking might have seemed indecisive, and he needed Gale's perspective.

"How are things going with Penelope?" Gale asked before Dumbledore could even finish his sentence.

Ryan said, "No test explosions have been conducted yet."

"How's your alchemical doll production going?" Gale continued to ask.

Ryan: "It can be mass-produced, but mass-produced models do not possess extremely high intelligence. Firepower output is unaffected."

"That's enough." Hearing Ryan say that, Gale relaxed. "We can play the bomb test and the military parade anytime. If it were me, I would just stand up and announce it to the Muggles."

"Boss, those freaks seem to have disappeared!"

The stranded convoy found the sky above the pyramids as peaceful as ever.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The person in charge picked up the binoculars, checked the area several times, and then waved his hand: "Brothers, to protect the taxpayers! To carry out the director's orders! Charge with me!"

A group of people arrived at the scene in a dilapidated car, looking travel-worn, and shouted loudly to maintain order.

If there were other tourists present, their performance might have been more convincing.