Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 285 The intelligence was wrong!

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the joyful smiles of the guests, everyone was filled with delight.

Members of the Adventurers' Club and the visiting journalists attended the banquet together.

Assistant Headmaster Ryan is on full behalf of all Hogwarts teachers because each of the professors who is now on behalf of Hogwarts has a lot of work to do.

Even Dumbledore, who was always slacking off, had to help the professors complete their respective tasks.

Just two days ago, Dumbledore and Gale were discussing things together in Flitwick's office. According to students who passed by at the time, the things the gentlemen were discussing were understandable word by word, but when put together, they sounded like the whispers of ancient gods—not only obscure but also mind-numbing.

The most outrageous thing is that this student said the discussions among the professors basically didn't use any technical terms, meaning there were no theorems or formulas that students are familiar with; it was all just the most basic arguments.

This is not to say that the three old gentlemen did not know how to use theorems, but rather that they disdained to use the current theorems because those well-known theorems could not be used in their arguments.

Outrageous.

At the banquet.

With opportunities for private exchanges, the reporters of the Daily Prophet tried every means to communicate with members of the Adventurers' Club, hoping to obtain some valuable news.

Although this report only covers some freshmen and returning students, it doesn't mean that the information they gathered at today's banquet is unusable.

During the conversation, the reporters discovered that every member of the Adventurers' Club lived up to their reputation; their thinking and ideas far surpassed those of people their age, and even those of many adult wizards.

Ryan was talking to Tonks, firstly because she was the event host he had personally chosen, and secondly because she and some reporters who were not familiar with Ryan were outsiders.

Another crucial reason is that the information Ryan received today indicates that at the banquet, Tonks will demonstrate what Animagus disguise is all about.

He was also curious about the profound shapeshifting magic of the Animagus, but only curious, with no interest in learning it, because this kind of shapeshifting magic made it difficult to transform himself into a magical creature with powerful combat capabilities—he had absolutely no need to learn it.

This is his nature, and also his obsession.

But they waited and waited, until the banquet ended. Tonks never mentioned that he was Magus in disguise, nor did he demonstrate his ability to change faces!

"Mr. Ryan, what's wrong?" Tonks noticed Ryan staring at him as he left Hogwarts.

Ryan: "Sorry, sorry, I was thinking about something, something quite important. I heard your disguise skills are amazing?"

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"That's right, I am a natural-born disguise Magus."

There was nothing wrong with admitting it, Tonks said readily, "Are you curious?"

"I'm a little curious, but I'm more curious about something else. Something about myself." Ryan helped the Daily Prophet reporters light the fireplace. "I won't take up any more of your time. I hope you can write your interviews well today."

What does this charlatan mean? — Tonks wanted to ask, but the question stuck in his throat.

Hibiscus also felt a bit strange, but considering the series of activities Ryan had started, she had a general idea in mind.

After seeing off the reporters, the members of the Adventurers' Club thought it was a rare occasion and decided to have a party.

But Ryan kept making excuses, claiming he had important business to attend to, and hurriedly left. Judging from the direction he went, he was heading to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, maybe they've thought of a new research area or a new project?"

"We can't tell now, but maybe when he comes out and releases a bunch of results, we'll know that we've witnessed history again."

The members of the Adventurers' Club chatted amongst themselves, then put their arms around each other's shoulders and headed back to the Adventurers' Club headquarters for a party.

A house that grants every request.

Today should be the first time since Ryan created this private room that he has been sitting idly in the rest area.

There was a piece of paper on the coffee table in front of the sofa, with only the word "intelligence" written on it.

He gazed at it for a long time.

"Intelligence—what exactly is it?"

If he had never made a mistake, he might not have felt the urge to investigate. But once a mistake was made, it meant that his supposed cheat code was flawed.

"Furthermore—aside from the initial period when I received daily intelligence, I didn't verify those trivial details much; I only mentioned them when they happened."

"Does this mean that—the intelligence is inaccurate on minor matters?"

More than once, he would wake up at eight o'clock in the morning, his mind filled with explanations and images. He tried hard to recall the process, but he could never find any starting point for investigation.

Just like how no matter whether he used magic or Hogwarts Castle access, he couldn't find out how the information came to be in his mind.

When something actually happens, it will trigger a series of chain reactions.

This was precisely the case with the flawed intelligence.

Perhaps there were some trivial matters in the past where intelligence was incorrect, but he didn't pay attention to them, so he never realized it —

"Does this mean my intelligence is accurate on important matters, but not on minor ones?"

It's a minor issue that he can't act as a prophet; the real problem is that he can't figure out what exactly this "golden finger" that gives him information every day is.

There's no way to determine whether this cheat code poses any harm!

"Let me think. We can look for the answer from two angles. The first is to see if tomorrow's intelligence is a minor matter. If it is, we can specifically check whether it will happen. The second is to verify the major event specifically mentioned—"

He recalled that the intelligence specifically mentioned the rise of wolf-related tribes on the African continent.

"Next, I need to talk to Professor McGonagall about the Wizarding Skills Tournament, then visit various magic schools to finalize the results. I'll also have the chance to visit that tribe in Africa—"

He let out a long breath, feeling a heavy pressure for the first time because of his cheat code.

Professor McGonagall, who was working, heard a knock at the door. She called out, "Come in!" The door opened, and Ryan walked in.

After a brief exchange, Professor McGonagall's eyes widened: "So you're going to unite eleven magic schools around the world to hold a junior wizard skills competition?"

"Yes, so I need your approval before I can go to Mr. Dumbledore and get your permission before I can discuss things with the other houses on behalf of Hogwarts."

Connecting eleven magic schools is an unprecedented feat, so it's necessary to consult with the two headmasters, even though Dumbledore has been spoiled by Professor McGonagall into becoming a completely irresponsible mascot.

"Personally, I agree, provided that the tournament you organize doesn't pose a threat to the safety of young wizards like the Triwizard Tournament. However, matters concerning Hogwarts require discussion and decision-making by the four Headmasters and the Headmaster—"

McGonagall said, "The six of us will have a meeting to discuss this. I'm calling them over now."