Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 307 The War Begins

"W-w-how could this happen!"

Some people remarked that they had always thought Ryan was fast enough at holding meetings and assigning tasks, but they never expected that their opponents would act even faster than their fastest arrangements!

Upon seeing the message, Ryan immediately realized that the headmaster of Vagado should have already fled to Diagon Alley, otherwise the Tower of Fantasy's communications department could not have obtained such accurate information.

He dismissed the gathering, telling everyone to do their jobs and follow the agreement made earlier.

Then, a house-elf Apparated directly to the principal's office: "Principal, you should have seen the news by now, right?"

Dumbledore nodded sullenly; he had underestimated the decisiveness of this very old senior.

Having just made headlines and caused the secrecy laws to collapse, Helbo has now directly attacked a magic school. Hislbo's actual control now likely extends to half of the African continent.

Was life in ancient Greece really that rushed?

How did this habit of making every second count develop?

"Lane, go and invite your teacher. After you've invited him, go to Diagon Alley together and oversee things." Dumbledore rubbed his temples, his head throbbing with pain.

After letting out a long sigh, he said, "Gail and I will go to Vargadu."

"Okay, I'll go find the teacher now."

Ryan knew that if he forced his way into the decisive battle now, he would only become a burden, so he prepared to call for help without saying a word.

Dumbledore suddenly looked up and asked, "By the way, how do you usually go to see Nicolas Flamel?"

Ryan replied, "We can either use Apparition to get to the teacher's address, or we can use the fireplace to go to Beauxbatons and then use Apparition to get to the teacher's address."

"This time you've changed your route," Dumbledore said. "I suspect they've studied you extensively and analyzed your behavior in great depth, which is why they were able to trap you at the pyramids. So this time you must break with your old habits."

Ryan listened and thought it made a lot of sense. Because he became famous at a young age and liked to show off in front of others, his behavior was easy to figure out.

Hailebo and his team probably determined through analysis that he would definitely stay in the entire pyramid area, thus enabling them to intercept him correctly.

"Okay, this time I'll use dice to randomly mark the address, and then I'll use Apparition. I don't even know the route myself, so I don't believe anyone can figure it out."

Ryan messaged Nicolas Flamel, asking him to keep an eye on the situation outside the room, as he was heading there.

Nicolas Flamel responded quickly, telling Ryan to be careful and that he would keep an eye on what was happening outside the room. He also activated the alchemical defense system that had been continuously improved and upgraded over the centuries.

Protected by the Safe House of Loyalty and the alchemical devices that have been upgraded and improved over hundreds of years, that small villa can be regarded as a miniature, but not less effective, magical castle.

Reassured, Ryan began marking his route on the map with dice.

Perhaps it was the unexpected route that made it impossible for Haypole and the others to keep track of his movements. Ryan was not attacked until he arrived at Nicolas Flamel's cabin.

in the hut.

Lane and Nicolas Flamel sat facing each other and delivered Dumbledore's request.

"Hordeal! That's impossible." After hearing the whole story, Nicolas Flamel's wrinkles looked like they could trap flies.

He stood up shakily and pulled a book from his bookshelf that had no cover. The book looked quite old, and it even made a cracking sound when he turned the pages.

"This isn't right!"

"There's no way he could have lived for thousands of years!"

Like an old Chinese medicine doctor encountering a difficult disease, Nicolas Flamel, the founder and pioneer of alchemy, actually turned to a book when faced with the problem of alchemical tools!

This shows how deep his doubts were!

Ryan also realized that Horcruxes weren't as simple as he'd imagined, and asked, "Can't Horcruxes live this long?"

"Theoretically, yes, but only theoretically." The old man's pale, almost translucent fingers turned the pages of the book, the contents of which confirmed that his memory was correct.

"Hornets split the soul, preserving it to ensure the caster's immortality. However, no matter how well a wizard's soul is preserved, it cannot extend into a thousand years. This applies to both Horcruxes and Philosopher's Stones."

As a true immortal, Nicolas Flamel was well aware that his soul was gradually weakening. He was now over six hundred years old and had been taking the elixir of immortality, but his pale and fragile body already revealed everything. He might be stronger than when he was young, but he was also more vulnerable.

Because wizards have limits, their souls naturally cannot exist beyond imagination.

"But to be able to suppress me so easily, to be on par with the headmaster—this must be the work of a legendary wizard. Add to that the power of bloodline transplantation, he can't possibly be a Slytherin, can he?"

Ryan said.

No matter how much Slytherin studied bloodline transplantation or how much he hated Muggles, he dedicated his life to the safety of Hogwarts students. How could he possibly ambush Ryan in public and beat him up?

Given Slytherin's style, that would be absolutely impossible.

"Perhaps it really is Helbo, but he is definitely more than just a Horcrux. Otherwise, even with a bloodline transplant, even if he transformed into a chimera, it would be impossible for him to transcend a thousand years."

"And... Dumbledore always loses his head when faced with situations he can't control." He put the book back on the shelf.

Dumbledore being equated with children... Ryan was speechless at this.

Diagon Alley.

The Tower of Fantasy, regarded by countless wizards as the birthplace of a new era.

The newly hired magic wizards are entertaining Principal Vagado, who has escaped from Vagado.

Among them were also dark-skinned wizards who originally held great longing for the legendary Moon Mountain, Waggadu, believing it to be a paradise in their dreams.

But at this moment, they are dressed impeccably and working in the Tower of Fantasy.

The towering, majestic figure who appeared in countless dreams was now lying dying in bed.

Such repeated scenes made the African-American magician even more grateful.

Such exciting situations often occur for magic wizards, because their workplaces make it easy for them to come into contact with important figures who were previously unreachable.

This time, however, it was the most important person they had ever met.

"Has Mr. Dumbledore arrived yet?" the old wizard groaned, barely clinging to life.

"My name is Martin, an intern at the Magician's School of Wizardry. We contacted Hogwarts, and Mr. Dumbledore said he has sent a wizard to help you."

Quirrell also appeared here.

Because he was also a member of Hogwarts, and a Ravenclaw.

Therefore, given the current situation, he naturally had to return to England.

"Hurry...hurry..." the old man gasped for breath.