Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 343 The Whereabouts of the Wizard of Vargadu

In the afternoon, Lane waited at the door of the school infirmary on time. After obtaining Mrs. Pomfrey's permission, he entered the infirmary.

"I know what you want to ask?" The Black student sat on the hospital bed. Although he didn't look well, his words suggested that he was still clear-headed.

"That's wonderful. Now, please tell me the whereabouts of your school's teachers and students?" Ryan said.

"I don't know, but I have an address in my mind." The Black student frowned, seemingly unsure of his information.

He said, "I'm not sure how I escaped from that place. All the students and professors were taken there and kept there. The architectural style there was completely different from anything I knew."

I don't know if you watch Muggle sci-fi movies, but I personally enjoy them. So, in Muggle terms, it's a very mechanical and futuristic place.

"Mechanical and futuristic?" Ryan pondered the two words. In his speculation, this was indeed a possibility. However, without seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't be sure.

Seeing that Lao Hei didn't react and seemed lost in his own thoughts, he called out to him, "Continue, where exactly is it?"

Suddenly, an eerie aura emanated from Old Hei, his eyes turned white, his pupils rolled back, and he gave a strange smile.

Herpo's voice came from his throat: "We meet again, Mr. Ryan."

"Mr. Helbo, I don't think controlling a weak and innocent student would demonstrate your magnanimity." Ryan chuckled as he used his Demon King privileges to search for any possible trace of Helbo in the vicinity.

"This child carries a drop of my blood, so I can control him through this drop of blood, and this drop of blood is also the clue for you to come and rescue him:" Helbo, speaking through Old Black's body, confidently launched the challenge: "The validity period of these two drops of blood is one week, and we look forward to your arrival."

Then, Lao Hei's body twitched twice, his limbs drooped, his torso floated up, a drop of blood floated out from his chest, and then Lao Hei himself fell heavily onto the bed and lost consciousness.

Such a commotion naturally alerted Mrs. Pomfrey, who rushed in to see what was happening in the school infirmary and planned to expel those who were not following the rules.

But the scene before her eyes was beyond her wildest imagination: a patient brought to the hospital lay on the bed with his limbs twisted, looking no different from the dead, except for a drop of bright red blood floating in the air, like the essence of blood refined from human blood by an extremely evil black wizard.

If it weren't for her trust in Ryan's moral compass, Madam Pomfrey might already be thinking of sending Ryan to Azkaban.

After a long explanation, Ryan was finally able to leave the school hospital. He rushed to the principal's office to tell his boss about Hypple's challenge.

In the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Dumbledore observed the drop of blood placed before him, seemingly deciphering a riddle from it.

"So you still couldn't find his trail even after activating the magic network?" Gale asked. He knew what it felt like for a wizard to have the magic network; under its control, the surging power would make them imagine themselves as gods, and everything nearby would be within their perception.

"I couldn't find any more wizards nearby."

As Ryan watched Dumbledore repeatedly use different spells on the blood droplet to answer Gale's questions, he was pondering how Hypple had managed to evade detection.

Neither of them believed that Hypple could control others through blood from thousands of miles away; Hypple must have been near Hogwarts just now!

Gail didn't dwell on it too much; facing a legend of the bloodline transplantation school, their wizards would have a hard time dealing with him.

So he asked Dumbledore, "What information is recorded in this blood?"

"A coordinate, that should be their headquarters." After analyzing multiple magical techniques, Dumbledore confirmed that he had broken through all the anti-magic techniques in the drop of blood and obtained the correct answer.

"Now that the challenge has been issued, we should naturally be prepared to go to their doorstep."

"Dumbledore said, a wise light shining behind his glasses, his mind racing as he pondered what he should bring to ensure a successful blunder," he said.

Without a second thought, Ryan blurted out, "Bring the alchemical golem that can form a magic network, and bring the ultimate weapon. Give him a few hard blows from the outside first, then we'll go in."

Nuclear fusion and nuclear fission don't believe in tears, much less in carbon-based life. Once they're launched, all beings are equal. Because wizards are not, after all, all-around warriors, nor are they superheroes in their underwear. They are just researchers with some power, able to leverage greater power with limited power, nothing more.

Ryan's suggestion was approved by Gale, who was very interested in the existence of the weapon of mass destruction. If it weren't for the fact that it was difficult to enchant the weapon of mass destruction with magic, and even if it were enchanted, its power would not be increased, then Gale would most likely have devoted himself to the project of enchanting the weapon of mass destruction.

But he received a message from Nicolas Flamel that sparked his interest in something else.

He said to Ryan, "I heard you've also developed a weapon similar to the Muggle's deadly weapon, which Nico calls the Wizard Bullet?"

"Forget about it. It's just a variant of the Wizard Tower, a one-time use Wizard Tower. We simply don't have enough resources and money to use this weapon." Ryan felt heartbroken about the resources used to build the Wizard Tower whenever the Wizard Bullet was mentioned.

He originally thought that the resources required to build the Wizard Tower and establish a large-scale simulated storage device were still within his imagination.

But now it seems that even without considering human resources and the cost of training wizards with long-term assistants for maintenance, the cost of building the wizard tower itself is enough to drain the entire wizarding world.

The construction costs of wizard towers and the production costs of alchemy golems within the British Isles alone are enough to bankrupt Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ryan even managed to extract a significant amount of resources and materials from the British Ministry of Magic by using facial recognition.

This is because, even though the current method of constructing wizard towers is the product of simplifying costs to the extreme, the sheer size of a wizard tower—tens or even hundreds of meters high—leads to a massive amount of materials being used, a fact that, at present, cannot be avoided.

Therefore, it is far from enough to build a magic network with the power of the wizarding world alone. It must be opened to the outside world and the power of ordinary people must be introduced.

He informed Gale of the current shortage of resources for manufacturing Wizard Towers.

As a former leader of a large number of wizards, Gale had often worried about funding, and now, hearing this topic again, he couldn't help but gasp.

"The wizarding world is still too small in the end," Ryan sighed again, sincerely hoping that the world would suddenly have a few more...

Millions of wizards.