Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 317 The Gathered Principals

At this moment, Ryan felt the time pressure mounting. Every move his opponent made seemed aggressive, giving them no room to breathe, as if they were about to lay everything bare and fight to the death.

His original plan to first develop the wizarding world and then gradually reveal his true intentions has failed.

Now, all he can do is build the Wizard Tower and lay the foundation for global magicalization.

As for the headmasters of the other houses and the leaders of the Ministry of Magic from various places, they will gather at Howorth this morning to discuss important matters; that is Dumbledore's responsibility, and he only needs to attend.

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up and said, "Headmaster, teachers, professors, I'll go to the Room of Requirement to see if I can find the Ravenclaw tiara. Time is of the essence."

Dumbledore nodded: "As soon as possible, the headmasters from all over will be here shortly."

"Okay." Ryan left the principal's office, turned left, and went to the Room of Requirement.

The Great Hall.

After the press conference ended.

People left one after another, each looking at the two middle-aged men at the back of the auditorium with either disdain or scrutiny before they left.

After everyone had left, Snape approached Black and Lupin, adopting a completely superior demeanor towards them.

Seeing Snape's expression, Black was seething with hatred, but he couldn't do anything rash, especially since he had just disrupted the press conference in front of everyone, which was undoubtedly extremely disrespectful.

It's not a big deal that he was rude; Sirius Black has done plenty of bad things since he was a kid.

But this time is different.

The place where he caused this huge disturbance was hosting a launch event for a werewolf potion, and one of his best friends, Remus Lupin, is a werewolf.

Therefore, he had no choice but to accept Snape's attitude at this time.

"Look, look, a—weren't he—and his best friend!" Snape went into battle mode and began spraying venom. He had resolved his inner conflict under Ryan's persuasion, but it was only a reconciliation with himself; it did not mean that he had let go of his grudges with his past enemies.

"Make friends with werewolves, you freaks, you should thank me. Because of my existence, your behavior will no longer be labeled as freaks or perverts."

He sneered, but said nothing more, feeling that he was no longer on the same level as failures like Blake and Lupin who had accomplished nothing.

His current achievements are enough to rank him among the top potion experts throughout history, and he has also produced a large number of results on the Muggleification of potions.

These achievements are indeed something any Potions Master could accomplish, but only he and Slughorn were able to create them.

Although his judgment of the future situation was not as good as Dumbledore's, they had discussed these matters while working together with Slughorn on the potion development. Ironically, Slughorn, who was considered an enlightened and kind old gentleman by the students, was pessimistic about the Muggle-ification of potions, believing it to be meaningless.

On the contrary, Snape, a wizard whom the students considered boring, rigid, and pure-blood supremacist, had some vague guesses about the results and subsequent effects of the Muggleification of potions.

These achievements he has already made and those he will make in the future are the source of his current attitude.

In short, he felt that arguing with these two people would lower his own standards.

But he heard Blake speak, in a sorrowful, somewhat numb tone.

"Snape, do you know Regulus?"

Snape frowned. Regulus Black, the youngest son of the Black family, was once an extreme fan of Voldemort. He had met this rising star when he was a high-ranking leader under Voldemort, and his opinion of Regulus was not high. The only reason that made him think highly of Regulus was because Regulus had a bad relationship with his brother Sirius Black.

But then, for some reason, Regulus suddenly disappeared.

"I've seen it before, so what?"

He asked rhetorically.

Sirius Black clenched his fists, looking as if he were about to pounce on Snape, but ultimately restrained himself: "Do you know how he treats Mystic?"

Snape was even more puzzled. In his mind, Regulus was a complete Death Eater and a fanatical worshipper of Voldemort. So why would Sirius Black ask such a question with this expression?

He didn't think Blake was making baseless accusations, because there was no need for it.

"What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting Regulus is an undercover agent?"

Snape could only think of this one scenario, and even the fact that he could think of this scenario was mainly due to the fact that he himself was an undercover agent.

"Yes," Blake said, recounting Regulus's story as if both boasting and mourning.

In the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, another round of discussions has ended, and there are still three people waiting for the headmasters of various schools to arrive.

Normally, Nicolas Flamel and Guerre shouldn't be here.

The current situation is enough to terrify the headmasters of various schools, so Dumbledore had no choice but to ask the two to stay here and act as a pillar of courage and confidence.

Otherwise, if the opposing side has a group of Voldemorts and a Helbo, and no legendary figure who can match them, then there's no point in fighting this battle at all; everyone might as well just surrender.

Karkaroff and Maxim, the two headmasters of wizarding schools in Europe, were the first to arrive at Hogwarts.

Then the two reacted differently.

Maxim was very pleased to see Mr. Nicolas Flamel here. She greeted this very, very, very senior fellow student with the courtesy due to a junior before sitting down below Nicolas Flamel.

Karkaroff, upon entering, immediately focused his attention on Gale. He confirmed his suspicions and understood where Ryan had learned his flames.

But what could he say?

He couldn't say anything.

Facing a legendary master of dark magic who emerged from the depths of history, a Voldemort who had risen from the dead and now knew exactly how he had reappeared before the world.

Karkaroff knew perfectly well that the more powerful members of his side there were, the safer he would be. After all, he was, in essence, a very important figure, the headmaster of a magic school. His strength depended on the overall strength of the wizarding community.

He was even prepared to take the blame. If any other school principal objected, he would step forward and take responsibility for Grindelwald's presence there, saying that he particularly admired this senior and, in these turbulent times, he and all the teachers and students were asking him to come out of retirement and take charge of the school.