Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 342 The Idea of ​​the Day After Tomorrow Wizard

"Some of the manuscripts left by Mr. Slytherin in the Chamber of Secrets coincide with this idea."

Dumbledore and Gale opened their senses and found similarities between the werewolf conversion ritual before them and the manuscripts left by Slytherin.

"We can also refer to Mr. Slytherin's method of transplanting bloodlines into magical creatures to create embedded bionic magic devices."

Considering that performing bloodline modification for the first time might be considered inhuman, Ryan adopted a compromise approach. After studying the Slytherin manuscripts, he planned to change the method of generating magic through bloodline transplantation to embedding external simulated organs, thereby achieving overall control of the organism.

He explained his general ideas.

Dumbledore and Gale nodded in agreement.

"You always bring us unexpected surprises! It's such a pity that if you had been born in the last century, everything would have been different."

I can't even imagine what the world would be like today if you were born in the last century.

Finally, Gale uttered these words in front of Ryan.

"It's not too late now, there's still time."

Ryan answered.

The werewolf before them stepped down from the altar; the once somewhat frail native had transformed into a gigantic werewolf the size of a kindergarten child, its fierce eyes...

The light swept across, emitting a deep roar to announce its rebirth.

The priests cheered, completely unaware that what they thought was a concealed transformation process was being seen clearly by others.

It is even more unclear that the ritual materials they had treasured, which included detailed information on the various reactions before, during, and after the transformation, were all swept away.

Outside the tribe, Dumbledore, having lifted the Illusion Curse, appeared somewhat worried.

"What is the principal worried about?"

"We've created wizard towers and have magic networks, but our adversaries haven't been idle either. They've made great progress in bloodline transplantation as well—" Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid that if we let them continue, we'll end up facing hundreds of thousands of converted wizards."

Dumbledore's concerns were quite reasonable. As the first man to strive for greater glory, he knew better than anyone how much population limited the development of wizarding.

If hundreds of thousands of converted wizards were to emerge, even if these wizards were only at the level of junior wizards, the quality or strength of the individuals would become irrelevant given the sheer number of them.

The willingness to transform poorly qualified wizards is undoubtedly aimed at increasing the number of wizards, thereby better concentrating resources!

We would never make modifications simply to create hundreds of thousands of cannon fodder!

"Don't forget, the foundation of our development of the Wizard's Tower and the forging of the Pyrometal Wand lies in the discovery of Pyrometal. And we extracted this alchemical artifact, called Pyrometal, from the alchemical bats!"

Dumbledore then spoke of the foundations of the present prosperity.

This made even Gail nervous.

But Ryan's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Don't worry, we will definitely win."

At that moment, a staggering pedestrian appeared in the distance. His school uniform was worn out, his eyes were lifeless, his lips were dry and chapped, and he seemed to be losing consciousness.

The three realized that this was their own goal, so Ryan stepped forward to save them. Dumbledore and Gale had already activated the alchemical golem in the space of the Unseen Stretching Charm, which could break through the spatial constraints at any time and summon the magic net.

However, despite their heightened vigilance, no one stood in their way.

Everything was calm and peaceful, and nothing unusual happened, as if their worries were a waste of time and energy.

"Let's go back to Hogwarts first!"

After Ryan finished rescuing the people, Dumbledore, for safety's sake, used Apparition to forcibly bring the three of them back.

Hogwarts Castle.

School clinic.

Mrs. Pomfrey watched as the headmaster and Lane escorted a black man dressed in clothing that was clearly not British.

"Who is this?"

"Vagadu's student needs your help to heal him. He has clues about Vagadu and his students on him," Dumbledore said.

"Vagado—!" Madam Pomfrey knew that one academy had been absent since the formation of the Academy Alliance because it had been poisoned.

Knowing the gravity of the situation, she waved her hand, dismissing Dumbledore and Lane: "I need to treat the patient, and in the meantime, the patient needs plenty of rest. You can come back this afternoon."

The importance of healing and saving lives took precedence; she was already taking the matter very seriously, so she asked Dumbledore to come in the afternoon. It was already ten o'clock in the morning.

"Then we'll come this afternoon," Ryan said, then pulled Dumbledore to ask the professors about the subject classification of the textbooks.

The professors experienced the pain of being pressured to submit their papers.

They never imagined that there would be an editor with no conscience who would choose to urge them to submit their manuscript during lunchtime.

Furthermore, he took Dumbledore with him to inquire, especially about more advanced areas such as potions and alchemy, which were also areas that could be broken down and applied to practical life.

At least Slughorn had never encountered such a scene during his time at Hogwarts. The old walrus, who had always pursued a stable and comfortable life, experienced firsthand what it meant to be pressured by his boss to submit a manuscript.

"By Merlin, Albus! This wasn't how it was when you asked me to come back as an advisor! You told me there would be a comfortable life, a relaxed schedule!" He couldn't help but complain to Dumbledore, "Now the kids are like madmen, Snape is one, Lane is another! This old man can't keep up with their energy!"

At this point, he selectively forgot that Dumbledore's offer had failed to sway him. Instead, after being rebuked by Ryan who arrived later, he felt ashamed and struggled, and chose to return to Hogwarts to contribute his strength.

Dumbledore chuckled, reassuring his old friend, then casually inquired, without a hint of sarcasm: What exactly have he contributed to the subject-specific textbooks on potions? How far along are his textbooks?

Slughorn felt he had been tricked. Things hadn't been this way before; he had been in a very dangerous situation. He had no choice but to leave his seclusion to save everyone, to confront his most painful past, and to dig deep into his wounds to fight Voldemort.

But why did it turn out like this?

Working overtime to write articles.

The consultant gave a lecture.

This is clearly the behavior of a beast of burden to a corporate slave!

The other professors were also urged for a long time, but none of them were able to finish their papers because everyone was too busy. They could only try to reach a partial consensus within the academic alliance while communicating with other professors, and to promote the specialization of disciplines among all wizards.

All the Ministries of Magic around the world, including the Bald Eagle District Ministry of Magic, which calls itself the Magical Congress.

Today, a stealthy, uninvited guest arrived, and what's most surprising is that none of the security measures detected this intruder!

This uninvited guest entered each Ministry of Magic with ease, as if it were his own backyard, and after thoroughly exploring each Ministry, swaggered away.