Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Daily News: Hogwarts' Master of Prophecy Chapter 345

One day later.

It was 8 a.m., just like always.

But on this day, Ryan received no intelligence.

This is the first time this has happened.

On the second day, no information emerged either; the magic monitoring at the Soul Void did not detect any messages or triggers.

On the third day, Dumbledore and Gale finished packing up the wonderful gadgets they would be using and came to find Ryan, preparing to take down the enemy's headquarters together.

"I invited Nicolas Flamel to take control of the magic network, sit in the center, and secure our escape route."

Dumbledore changed his usual attire, replacing his long magic robes with a sharp suit and a top hat, as if he had returned to his peak form half a century ago.

Gale also changed into a classic men's suit in the style of the last century, his hair was meticulously styled, and he shaved off any unnecessary beard, as if he were the real Grindelwald who had walked out of the depths of history.

Just like half a century ago.

Unlike half a century ago, this time the two will not draw their wands at each other, because they now have a common enemy and a common goal.

"I want to change into some new clothes too—" Ryan looked at his ever-present wizard student robes and fell silent.

I feel like I've been aesthetically bullied by two old men, and they've found plenty of evidence to support it.

In this situation, if three people go out together, one of them will definitely be ridiculed in private for not having good taste, and that person will almost certainly be the youngest one.

Looking at the two old men dressed up like they were going on a date, Ryan felt indignant. He then swaggered out in his school robe.

I'm not changing my clothes! What are you going to do about it?!

I just don't understand aesthetics, so what!

As he thought about it, he casually tossed out two packages containing a total of over four thousand alchemical golems, which the three of them would divide equally. They would keep them with them so they could activate the power of the magic network at any time.

Gail was holding a small box in her hand, and the fluctuations of the Seamless Stretch Spell could be clearly felt on the box.

Moreover, Ryan could feel a chilling meaning emanating from this small box, as if he were facing the most terrifying and desperate disaster.

He said thoughtfully, "Did they put a killer weapon inside?"

He wasn't worried about ignition. To put it bluntly, there wasn't much difference between a wizard manually casting a powerful weapon and casting one from an airplane; the key was being able to hit it accurately.

"We could only produce four in total. One was used for the test explosion, and we have three left. I brought the rest with me." Gale's tone was full of regret. In his mind, if they could produce a thousand or eight hundred and just keep throwing them down, everything would be solved.

"Our destination is sparsely populated, with few tribes nearby, and some flora and fauna living on the grasslands and hills," Dumbledore said menacingly. "Therefore, we don't need to worry about friendly fire caused by a large area of ​​effect."

Even Dumbledore could say something like that, it seems he's really in a hurry—Ryan followed behind the two, fully displaying the taciturn nature of a child in front of his elders.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the three of them fell silent again, perhaps out of nervousness, or perhaps to keep themselves calm.

A moment later, Dumbledore used Apparition to bring the group to the location detected from the blood droplet.

Seeing that Ryan and Dumbledore were both looking at him and the iron box in his hand, Gale chuckled, channeled his magic into the iron box, turned on the switch, ignited it, and suddenly disappeared. He then reappeared on the ground and then Apparated several thousand meters into the air.

High in the air, Ryan could vaguely see the iron box disintegrate, from which three round, oval objects fell.

Then, just as the sun rises from the ground, a bright and blinding light appeared, accompanied by a terrifying sound, and a shockwave that lasted only a blink of an eye rippled outwards.

After that, thick, billowing black smoke and mist formed a mushroom shape and rose slowly.

"If I'm not mistaken, its base should be inside the mountain, in the underground area. If the thickness of the earth exceeds 100 meters, these three powerful weapons will only be able to make a noise like firecrackers."

High in the sky, Ryan watched the mushroom cloud rise and dissipate, and spoke to Gale and Dumbledore.

"Then why did you suggest we bring it?" Gale was captivated by its destructive power.

"Because these three powerful weapons are not designed for lethality; their main purpose is to uproot the ground and destroy any alchemical patterns that may be engraved within the area."

This would expose their base to humans, thus making it easier for us to connect to the magic network using the alchemical golem.

I'm worried that going directly into their base would sever their connection to the magic network.

Ryan saw the thick smoke dissipate, revealing a large crater on the ground near the foot of the mountain. Deep within the crater, one could vaguely see an empty space.

Without a word, he landed on the ground, released the alchemical golem, connected it to the magic network, and blocked the radiation under the protection of magic. At the same time, he used the Dispelling Charm and the Transfiguration Charm to wear down the mountain, completely exposing the space below.

Dumbledore and Gale did the same.

Through the efforts of the three men, and without any effective counterattack, the large pit gradually turned into a sinkhole, and the natural cave at the bottom appeared before them.

At the bottom of the cave, there were unconscious black people scattered all over the ground; these were the teachers and students of Waggadu.

Exposing these people to an area that has just been ravaged by a powerful weapon for an extended period of time, even those with magical abilities, will only allow them to endure it for a short time before severe aftereffects develop.

But none of the three went down to rescue the people. They all knew that anything that appeared in the enemy's base camp could be a trap to lure them in.

Ryan looked at Dumbledore, and could tell from Dumbledore's sharp eyes what he should do now.

So he continued to use magic to wear away the thick layer of soil, expanding the area of ​​the pit and letting more light into it. He saw more wizards lying on the ground, and the number of these wizards far exceeded the number of Vagado and his students!

This is clearly a trap!

The android wizards, forged from life, mingled among the Vagado teachers and students. Whenever they went down to rescue people, they could be betrayed at any point or in any place.

"There's no way to save it!"

This is like a group of terrorists mixed in with hostages. If the identities of the terrorists are revealed, the hostages may be harmed by the terrorists who suddenly attack.

If the terrorists' identities are not revealed, the safety of the rescue workers cannot be guaranteed.

"Impressive move. I've never seen anything like it before."

Even Gale couldn't help but marvel. This fighting style could only be used by alchemists who had achieved mastery of human transmutation, because anyone else who used this method would be killed by their subordinates.

"You should practice human transformation more!" He turned to Ryan and said, "The difference between alchemical golems and humans is still too great; they can't blend in. You could do this with a bio-engineered alchemical doll!"

"I'll practice, I'll practice," Ryan said with a strange expression.