Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 340 The Missing Soul

Public discussions and official analyses abound, all conveying just how wondrous magic truly is, as evidenced by the announcements released by the British government.

The addition of magic makes things much simpler in areas such as clothing, food, housing, transportation, healthcare, and education.

Especially since many patients who used mass-produced simplified potions wept tears of gratitude for the magic after using them, and many more similar patients eagerly hoped that they too could use such potions.

This is more effective than any other form of advertising, achieving a genuine response with real results.

Ryan didn't even need to conduct in-depth public surveys to know just how powerful the contract signed with the British side was.

Before the contract was signed and the alliance was established, his personal secondary communication device rarely received private messages from strangers; he usually received them through the official communication device.

After signing the contract and commencing the collaboration, his personal communicator received a large number of private messages from strangers.

The people sending the messages had no idea who was behind the communicators. They were simply spamming messages to every account that looked like a big shot in the wizarding world.

It wasn't just Ryan who received so many private messages from strangers; members of the Adventurers' Club, professors of the Fruit Academy, and professors of the Academy Alliance all had personal alt accounts and personal accounts, but they also received a large number of private messages from strangers.

This forced Vio and others to work overtime in the Tower of Fantasy to develop a series of features such as blocking private messages.

"That's insane!"

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry told the little lions about his trip to Buckingham Palace and how many emails his communicator account had received since returning.

"I heard that when you came back, the professor took you to your uncle's house? What did you talk about?"

Young wizards rarely face the same troubles as Harry, so it's difficult for them to empathize with Harry's struggles.

But the young wizards love to hear stories of children triumphing over their adult guardians, especially when the story happens in their own neighborhood.

Harry was also very happy and liked this story.

Therefore, he said with great interest, "It all started when Senior Ryan helped me leave Uncle Vernon's house."

"—And so, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny could only watch us leave with grim faces. Senior Ryan even told them that the wind direction could change."

"At that time, I didn't understand what Senior Ryan meant by that last sentence. Now that I think about it, it's because the two seniors knew that wizards would eventually appear before Muggles! And those who considered themselves superior and refused to accept strange and unusual wizards would pay the price for their foolishness and blindness!"

Speaking of this story, Harry felt as if he were back on that day.

Surrounded by Professor McGonagall and a group of senior students, he knocked on his uncle's door at Privet Road.

Behind him, besides his teachers and friends from the wizarding world, were also highly respected ministers from England. Although their expressions varied, they all supported his actions.

Then, Vernon and Petunia opened the door, already sensing something amiss from the previous rumors. When they saw Harry Potter knocking, followed by a group of people, they felt a surge of anger—decades of ingrained habits made them unwilling to accept the existence of wizards.

But when he saw many faces behind Harry Potter that he had only ever seen on television, his anger turned to fear, and then to terror. His proud head bowed deeply, replaced by a fawning smile, as he nodded and bowed to the ministers and the prime minister.

Harry suspected that Vernon and Petunia had no idea what they were saying during the conversation. The only thing he was sure Vernon and Petunia heard and understood was his last words after he left.

"The wind has changed direction. So, I'm just passing through, and I'll be heading towards the distance with the wind."

After saying his last words, Harry called everyone to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the incredibly complex expressions on the two men's faces: frustration, resentment, regret, confusion, and disbelief.

"That's so cool! Harry, you're so cool!" Seamus jumped up and punched Harry on the shoulder. "That's so cool!"

Even Hermione, who usually dislikes being around noisy lion cubs, perked up her ears to listen, her hands busy compiling history.

The work on the book has slowed down.

There's no way around it; this kind of plot—the three-year period is over, and we're welcoming the Dragon King back—is just too advanced. Hermione was also drawn to this kind of story.

"No, I can't do this! I still have a lot of tasks to complete!" After listening for a while, she immediately interrupted herself. There was still a lot of work to do, especially with the upcoming visit of the British delegation.

After all, history is a window for outsiders to understand wizards, so she and her classmates who were also conscripted had to hurry.

The cubs' noise grew increasingly loud, making it difficult for her to calm down.

I could vaguely hear Harry and the others discussing what Ryan had been doing all this time.

Hermione finally put down her quill; it had been five days since the last gathering of the Adventurers' Club members.

Logically, there should be one or two Adventurers' Club gatherings every week, and members should be notified in advance via communicator. However, five days have passed this week and there has been no news at all.

"What exactly is Ryan doing?"

After muttering to herself, Hermione Granger rubbed her hair, took out her communicator, and asked Professor Binns about the historical questions she had just encountered.

The Adventurers' Club is located on the second floor of the castle.

The door remained locked.

The knocking was also blocked by magic and could not reach the house.

Ryan's eyes were bloodshot as he slumped on the sofa, his heavy dark circles showing that he hadn't rested for a minute in five days.

Using his access to the magic network, he gathered a large amount of magic power and, drawing on Voldemort's exploration of the soul, probed his own soul.

This process lasted for five days and only just ended. After the soul examination, he confirmed his conjecture that the daily intelligence he thought he had was based on the influence of the soul.

Because one's own soul appears complete, yet a part of it seems to be nonexistent. However, this state is different from the soul fragmentation caused by creating a Horcrux. Because one's own soul is complete and flawless in the overall concept, yet a part of it is empty, just like a complete sphere whose left half has been hollowed out, defying common sense.

This leads him to believe that his soul is complete, even before he sees it with his own eyes or after he has seen it.

He was startled awake when the magical sensation he felt was empty, realizing that a part of his soul was missing.

Meanwhile, within these vacant souls, information is being updated one after another.