Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 284 The Idea of ​​the Wizarding Skills Tournament

"Professor Binns?"

After saying that, Ryan abandoned the idea. An old, ancient relic could teach history, but expecting him to delve into thousands of years of ordinary people's history was unrealistic.

Forget it.

Let's not torment the old professor.

While abusing ghosts is not illegal, it is immoral.

He then suggested, "Who in the club is good at the history of magic?"

"you."

"I can't."

Penelope.

"She can't either."

Pablo spread his hands: "We need people, but we don't have any. How am I supposed to do this? You know, our history of magic course is rather dry and boring. Few people can concentrate on listening to the lectures. So, only those with excellent grades can study history of magic, and those who can join the Adventurers' Club are basically all high-achieving students."

It's not just rather dry and boring; if I didn't have years of experience in rote memorization, I simply wouldn't be able to learn the history of magic well—after much deliberation, Ryan decided to make a decision that went against the tradition of happy education.

He showed no remorse whatsoever: "What do you think of Hermione and Harry as young wizards?"

Pablo was shocked. He never expected that Ryan would possess such skill in being unbecoming of his human nature!

They actually thought of involving first and second-year students in this project, making them stay up all night every day! It's practically destroying the future of Hogwarts!

"Are you serious? Those are young wizards in their early years! And this work will be incredibly tedious and lengthy, unlike George and Fred's business plan, which yields immediate results!"

Pablo reminded him.

Ryan waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The history book will be divided into two versions: one is the official history, and the other is a popular story. All we need to do is compile the popular story version according to the history book, and publish the story in batches!"

He really is a genius—Pablo raised an eyebrow, realizing that once this format was promoted in the wizarding world, not only would the storybooks sell well, but many people would also follow suit and buy the history books.

It also alleviated the impatience of young people who lacked the patience to become famous.

"Your idea is excellent!"

Faced with such a proposal, no matter how unwilling Pablo was to let the young wizards live the life of 007 at such a young age, he couldn't say that the proposal was bad.

"Don't worry about the little wizard's rest time and sleep quality; I'll write to the Ministry of Magic and apply for a time converter!"

Lai Bapi was smug. As the principal's assistant, he had the authority to apply for a time converter and would definitely get approval.

What a beast! He even used a time converter!

Pablo's eye twitched, but thinking about everything he could gain once this history book was published, he swallowed back the words he was about to say. He decided to find a few junior wizards and brainwash them: "By the way, when are you planning to get Neville and Hannah to join?"

These two are the perfect fit for melee magic, and Allen has taught them all the advanced spells he knows.

It could be said that the same spell, when used by Neville and Hannah, had a far greater effect than when used by other wizards; this can only be attributed to their talent.

Ryan said he already had a plan in mind: "They both failed the test, but I plan to give them a special invitation. However, we need to find a suitable opportunity, a moment that will attract everyone's attention, to introduce the melee wizard class and announce its resurgence to the world."

As one of the few who knew Ryan best, Pablo knew exactly what Ryan was up to: "Since there's no focus, you're obviously planning to create one. So, can you tell me what kind of focus you want to know? Are you perhaps planning to hold a wizarding tournament?"

Ryan said, "Actually, I originally wanted Neville to punch Voldemort and kick the Death Eaters. Who knew Voldemort would fall down, and the Death Eaters were either in Azkaban or preparing to defect to me under Lucius's organization. If these Death Eaters refuse to pay taxes in the future, and dare to hold onto five Galleons out of a hundred, then I'll send Neville to beat them up."

Even keeping five Galleons out of one hundred Galleons is unacceptable!

Is this you paying taxes?

That's going to kill you!

Pablo fell silent, because Ryan was now too far removed from humanity, and was going further and further down the path of being inhuman.

However, Pablo had never heard of the Food Apostles' plan to defect to Ryan under Lucius's leadership.

The conversation between the two ended as the interviews in the room concluded.

Although it was called an interview, there were actually some minor physical altercations. But everyone felt that the beating was justified, and that some people deserved to be hit.

The parties involved did not express their opinions, so the matter came to an end.

After the interview, Ryan chatted with Fleur, Tonks, and other staff members from the Daily Prophet. As a school leader, he naturally had to entertain the reporters who came to interview him.

Fleur introduced, "This is Tonks Nymphadora, an elite Auror dispatched by the Ministry of Magic to be stationed at the Daily Prophet."

"Hello, Miss Tonks."

"Hello, Mr. Ryan."

Tonks shook hands with Lane: "I heard that you were the one who came up with the ideas for George and Fred, and that their success in building such a large business was also due to your strong support?"

Ryan shook his head repeatedly. At this point, he couldn't possibly admit that George and Fred's ideas were related to him: "No, it wasn't me. Their outstanding talent in the gaming and entertainment industry is undeniable. I just gave them the platform to showcase their abilities. Those ideas were all self-taught."

"I see." Tonks nodded, whether genuinely believing him or just going through the motions, it was unclear. "I must thank you for helping Mr. Black regain his reputation and rectify the Ministry of Magic's mistake."

She seemed listless and ashamed to utter that last sentence.

Perhaps it was because he was frightened by the Ministry of Magic's outrageous verdict and lost faith in the Ministry—Laine could roughly estimate Tonks's mentality, and his eyes lit up. Wasn't this just the perfect tool delivered to his doorstep?

"Miss Tonks, would you be interested in hosting a large-scale event in your capacity as an Auror and the Daily Prophet?"

"A large-scale event, what do you mean? Quidditch? I'm not qualified to host that kind of competition." Tonks shook his head.

"That's why I've always felt that the wizarding life is too lacking—when it comes to big tournaments, everyone only knows Quidditch," Lane said. "In the past, there were exchanges between different schools, such as the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, this tournament is quite dangerous, after all, it's a masterpiece left by wizards in the early days, so the competition naturally contains dangers. This kind of tournament is only suitable for senior or adult wizards."

"Therefore, I plan to unite various wizarding schools to create a junior wizard skills competition, which will include events in various aspects such as dueling, combat, potions, herbs, astronomy, and divination."

This idea stemmed from the wizard dueling tournament I just discussed with Pablo.

To create a major event, you need to be comprehensive. You can't just hold one type of event. Some wizards are good at dueling, like Harry, who is good at practical combat. Other wizards have other specialties in herbalism, potions, astronomy, etc.

"These are so many events, and none of them are the same as the competitions you can find in books."

Tonks hesitated, unsure if such an event could be organized.

Ryan said confidently, "We don't need to follow the old ways in talent selection, especially in this day and age. As long as you have a skill, you can stand out. I will take care of their future."

Tonks remained silent, but was deeply shaken.

Furong didn't say anything, but she knew exactly what she was expecting.

The other reporters from the Daily Prophet were speechless; they only wanted to jot down what they had heard and seen with quills, hoping to spread the word about the magnanimity and spirit of the instruments.