Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 308 Voldemort: I'm back!

"Mr. Ryan is here!" A magic wizard ran in excitedly, announcing the good news.

"Quickly, please fetch Mr. Ryan!"

The name seemed to possess a magical quality, putting the magic wizards at ease after witnessing Principal Vagado's tragic end.

Ryan and Nicolas Flamel came in from outside the door.

Moon Hill.

The psychedelic castle, celebrated by countless ordinary people who stumbled upon this place, appeared and disappeared in the mist.

It's like a dream.

But things are different today.

Even hidden in the fog, the scars on Vagado Castle are still visible, with claw marks and signs of fire.

"Perhaps it really is Herbo."

Gail narrowed his eyes. When he rose to fame as a teenager, he had also stumbled into some magical ruins, some of which were ancient and had only the walls remaining.

Painting stone carvings and other objects.

Some of the artifacts that record history mention the wizards who performed bloodline transplants.

In the mural, an ancient wizard holding various spellcasting instruments is confronting a group of strange beings with animal heads and human bodies.

He shared this memory with Dumbledore.

In the final moments of memory, there were ferocious and beautiful giants walking on the earth, causing mountains to collapse and seas to overturn, and bringing fire and poison to the world. They sowed, they reaped, they bestowed.

It roars, causing all creation to wither, and then plagues follow it, coming from afar. After that comes death.

"Hairbo...did he cause a catastrophe in ancient Greece?" Dumbledore wondered. He and Hairbo had fought fiercely above the pyramids. Although they were on opposing sides, it was clear that Hairbo disregarded life.

But Dumbledore doesn't believe that Helbo would specifically go and slaughter Muggles. Why would he do something so pointless?

Slaughtering Muggles is something only Voldemort would do.

Gail said, "It doesn't necessarily mean killing. It could also mean that Helbo did something that has far-reaching and harmful consequences."

Blue flames rose against the wind.

They pounced on Vagado.

This was a test, but also a decisive blow.

Dumbledore, who should have stopped such a brutal act to prevent Gale from harming the hostages, remained silent.

Firstly, he didn't believe that the defenses of Vagado and the people who conquered Vagado would be unable to stop a raging fire.

Secondly, because he, Dumbledore, was never a well-behaved child, nor was he a nice guy. He was the Dark Lord's first follower, and always has been.

The flames struck a thin curtain of light.

The light screen only flickered twice before shattering!

Gale couldn't believe that his Fiery Blaze could be so powerful!

This doesn't make sense. Although he had an epiphany by chance and returned to Dumbledore's level, it was still impossible for him to break through the defenses of a thousand-year-old magic academy in one fell swoop!

He quickly extinguished his flames; had it not been for his previous epiphany, he wouldn't have been able to control them even if he hadn't: "Are the defenses here fake? Are the wizards who attacked this place fake?"

"Something's wrong! Where's Helbo?" Dumbledore raised his wand and forcefully broke Vargado's concealment spell, but the real Vargado Castle was revealed before him.

But surprisingly, no one stopped him!

Gale and Dumbledore both sensed something was wrong. Holding hands, they Apparated to the castle gates, led by the phoenix.

But there was still no movement.

"It opened up with a whoosh."

The castle gates were opened.

There was no sign of any wizards inside the castle, as if it were not the famous wizarding school at all.

It's empty.

"Where are the people here? Weren't the professor and all the students supposed to be detained here?" Gale sensed something was wrong as blue flames spread across the area.

An invisible halo emanated from Dumbledore, seemingly probing, suppressing, or touching him.

Opening his eyes, he actually relaxed: "This is a trap! This castle is fake!"

The reason he relaxed was that no matter what kind of trap it was, facing both him and Gale at the same time would be a joke.

"Oh, it was a trap. It's alright now." Gale breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had encountered something even stranger, but thankfully he had only stepped into a trap.

"Since it's fake, then don't blame me."

He spoke loudly into the open space, deliberately using a loud voice to amplify his voice.

As his voice spread, the flames surged, burning everything tangible and intangible, whether it was a magical trap, a physical trap, or a buried alchemical matrix—all were reduced to ashes in a single fire.

Because none of these traps were set up to legendary standards, they posed no threat to figures of their caliber.

Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Where is Helbo?"

Gail was also startled. Yes, where is Helbo?

They all remembered the man in Diagon Alley who claimed to be Principal Ouagadou!

"Oh no!" Dumbledore quickly pulled out his communicator to contact Ryan.

Just then, a green light flew in from outside the flames, and death spread, forcing him to use his wand to conjure a shield to defend himself.

This level of Avada Kedavra—

Dumbledore sighed inwardly; he knew their adversary.

Diagon Alley, the Tower of Fantasy.

Quirrell led the magic wizards away; they didn't need to hear about the upcoming treatments or the matters to be discussed for the time being.

After everyone left.

Lane and Nicolas Flamel still kept a long distance from the old wizard in bed.

Unmoved by the old wizard's pleading, even desperate, gaze, Ryan drew his wand and pointed it at him, saying, "Mr. Helpo, I think feigning an attack is unethical. What do you think?"

Where did I give myself away?

The old wizard on the bed gradually transformed into the image of Herpo, an elegant middle-aged man sitting on the bed, as if chatting casually with a friend.

"At first I didn't pay attention, and I thought it was normal for a principal to be able to escape from you. But the teacher told me that it was impossible," Ryan said.

"That doesn't make sense. Your student was able to hold my own against me for so long above the pyramids, Mr. Nicolas Flamel. Why do you think the headmaster of a renowned magic school can't leave my service?" Halpert said.

"Because of African magic, their hand gestures for casting spells and localized magical transformations."

"The longer people live, the more they know. You and I have both lived quite a long time, so naturally we know. The localized magical transformations that the Vargadu wizards call localized Animagus are fundamentally a legacy of the bloodline transplant wizarding school. And hand gestures are because their blood contains wand components, which allows them to cast spells stably and controllably."

Nicolas Flamel said, "This is an advantage against ordinary wizards. But against you, the master of the bloodline transplant school, it is a complete disadvantage. I think the principal and professors of Vagadou have no chance to fight back in your hands."

"So that's why I was exposed." Helbo shook his head helplessly. "Well, I've lost on both fronts. I never expected Dumbledore to release Grindelwald. And I never expected Ryan to actually bring out his teacher."

Originally intended to ambush a legendary figure.

Now the opposing team consists of three legends.

What's the point of fighting?

Haierbo readily surrendered: "We'll meet again someday."

Ryan and Nicolas Flamel made no attempt to stop them, because if they were to fight Helpo to the death here, there wouldn't be many survivors in Diagon Alley.

This is also the source of Helbo's confidence to risk going alone; he knew that if he wanted to leave, no one would stop him.

He vanished as the phoenix's flames burned him.