Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 318 This is a notification, not a discussion.

More and more school principals are gathering together.

They were initially surprised and delighted by Nicolas Flamel's existence.

Then I focused my attention on Gail.

Puzzled, confused, angry, and questioning.

Of course, no one dared to bring it up directly; they all turned their attention to Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of the century.

At that moment, Ryan walked in from outside, holding a crown in his hand.

"They actually found it!"

Dumbledore was overjoyed. This way, Harry would be strengthened again, and this time, the strengthened Harry would be able to hold his own against any great wizard except Lane.

"Principal, teachers, Mr. Gale," Ryan greeted politely before looking at the other nine principals present.

Of the eleven magic high schools in the world, ten remain after Principal Vagadou was captured, and they are all located here now.

"Now that Ryan is here, you will lead the rest of the meeting."

After handing over the task of chairing the meeting to Ryan, the three leaders sat calmly at the head of the table, appearing to be ruling from behind the curtain.

The other nine headmasters all acknowledged Ryan's qualifications because they had all witnessed his two feats through their own channels: once, a fireball descended from the sky, wiping out a Muggle intelligence agency; and another time, a fierce battle with the legendary Helbo atop the pyramids. Although he was at a disadvantage, the headmasters, putting themselves in his shoes, felt they could not achieve such a feat.

"Distinguished principals, I think these gentlemen don't need my introduction, right?"

Ryan stood in the center of the crowd, with the three leaders ruling from behind the curtain, and nine principals in front of him.

He noticed a questioning look from one of the headmasters, Egilbert Fontana, the headmaster from Ifamoni, a pure-blood wizard from a prestigious family and a descendant of one of the Twelve Aurors of the Magical Congress.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ryan. I'd like to ask if that gentleman is—" Fontana pointed to Gale, who was sitting behind Ryan.

"You mean Mr. Gale, the one who taught me? You're probably more familiar with his other name."

"Of course, Mr. Gale's presence is merely a notification, not a consultation with you."

Ryan smiled, and facing Headmaster Ilvermorny's fury—the kind of fury that threatened to erupt—he began to speak of another matter: "According to the intelligence the Headmaster and Mr. Gale obtained when they went to Vargado to rescue the Vargado teachers and students, besides Mr. Helbo, the infamous Voldemort has also joined their side. Moreover, they possess an alchemist whose skill surpasses mine. Currently, Voldemort has resurrected different versions of himself through his Horcruxes; at least three can be confirmed."

Voldemort.

After he said those nonsensical words, Gilbert Fontana stared wide-eyed, his jaw practically dropping to the ground, and stopped mentioning Gale's identity, his eyes filled with disbelief.

These school principals did indeed know of Halbo's existence, and they also knew that Halbo's methods, known as Horcruxes, had survived to this day.

But this was the first time they had ever heard of Voldemort possessing Horcruxes and being able to resurrect different versions of himself through them!

And in Voldemort's faction, there was another alchemist whose skills surpassed Ryan's—

The principals had no choice but to shift their focus to the three leaders behind Ryan, hoping to get a negative answer from them.

They saw Nicolas Flamel nod slightly.

They also saw a tangled mass of silver threads, which were memories that Dumbledore had extracted from his own mind.

He showed this memory to everyone present; it involved him and Gale encountering two Voldemors.

The headmasters held their breath, watching as two Voldemorts appeared in their memories simultaneously, and these two Voldemorts still displayed an extremely high level of skill, as if they hadn't been weakened at all!

After reading it, any principals who had objections chose to keep quiet, tacitly acknowledging Grindelwald's existence.

Because at this time, the enemy outnumbers us, and we cannot make any internal arrangements.

"Very good, it seems that I have reached a consensus with the esteemed principals. Let's now formally proceed with the agenda."

"First, I hope to unite the presidents and professors of all universities around the world to form an academic alliance. Perhaps everyone knows that the reason I was cornered at the pyramid by Helbo was to unite all universities to hold a junior wizard skills competition. I originally wanted to push this work forward slowly, but now it seems that time waits for no one, and we don't have much time left."

Faced with this proposal, the headmasters readily agreed. There was a group of powerful figures in dark magic outside, and the wizarding world had already been exposed. They had to unite around the strongest. This was the way to survive, and also the way to fight for wizarding power on a global scale.

Seeing how cooperative the headmasters were, Ryan even felt a brief sense of luck. If it weren't for the presence of multiple Voldemors, if it weren't for Helbo, if it weren't for their presence to completely break the Secret Law, achieving this goal today would have likely involved repeated discussions and negotiations.

He continued, "Secondly, this is my personal request. Due to some magical research, I would like to request your permission to access the research castle granted by the principals."

"Dear Mr. Ryan, please allow me to ask you why you need access to the castle?" A person dressed in hunting robes and wearing a tall crown asked in English with a cherry blossom accent.

Ryan ignored him, showing utter disdain and having no desire to speak with the Japanese magic institute.

The situation became awkward for a moment.

Because the principals are all respectable people, their normal social interactions are usually conducted in a glamorous and respectful manner, with everyone maintaining a facade of harmony. But they never expected to encounter someone like Ryan, who doesn't play by the rules—he simply ignores you when he's unhappy.

"I would also like to ask Mr. Lane, what is your reason for doing this?" Fontana finally spoke, relying on the connection between the two schools—Iso Thurs, the founder of Ilfamony, was a descendant of Slytherin.

"Because this research is time-sensitive, I not only hope to study the various castles to save time for my own design, but I also need to obtain a time converter from the Ministry of Magic."

Ryan said, "My research, in terms of its potential outcomes, could influence the development of the entire world, bringing it into a magical realm where wizards, Muggles, and Squibs could all access and unleash magic."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The news was so outrageous that the principals all thought Ryan had lost his mind.

If this weren't Hogwarts, if the three leaders weren't sitting right behind Ryan, if Ryan hadn't actually turned the Squibs into magic-wielding dwarfs—

The principals are probably about to start scolding them.