svetikya Chapter 126 Prophecy Concerning the Law of Secrecy
Chapter 126 Prophecy Concerning the Law of Secrecy
Chapter 126 Prophecy Concerning the Law of Secrecy
"To be honest, today's prophecy is a bit strange," Ryan said, organizing his thoughts.
Don't be surprised anymore—upon hearing Ryan's strange prophecy, Dumbledore's hands, which were crossed on the table, instinctively reacted—he wanted to pull out the Elder Wand.
Regardless of who it's aimed at, I just want to hold the Elder Wand in my hand, as if that would give me some peace of mind.
Having a stress response is one thing, but listening to a prophecy and then figuring out how to deal with it is another.
Giving up food for the sake of laughter is not a good thing.
The world didn't give Dumbledore the chance to give up now, so he had no choice but to continue listening.
"To be precise, there are two prophecies, two prophecies concerning the same location."
Ryan recalled the intelligence updates he'd received these past two mornings and realized that this strange world was about to throw another big challenge at him.
The first piece of intelligence.
The image shown should be of France, the romantic capital, in front of the famous Eiffel Tower.
The ways of man intersect with each other, but the ways of God and man do not. From separation and isolation to intertwining and merging, the stage is set, and time sounds the alarm.
After relaying this information, Ryan observed the principal's expression and secretly admired the principal's excellent composure, remaining completely calm and collected.
Separation and then integration, heavens! This is exactly what the Secret Act is all about—Dumbledore could never have imagined that his schedule would be so packed this year.
His calm, expressionless face revealed nothing of the many grudges churning within him.
From protecting the Philosopher's Stone to monitoring Quirrell, then to the Order of Merlin, and just after the capture of Voldemort was over, now a secret law has suddenly been broken!
So pleasantly surprised.
No translation needed, even Dumbledore knew this was a damn surprise!
"This is the secrecy law—not bad, not bad, what's next?"
"The headmaster seems to have a strong ability to learn," Ryan thought with satisfaction. "There always needs to be a mature and steady person in our camp." So, he began to recite the second prophecy.
The second fable presents images in the same location as the first fable, but the difference lies in the perspective: this time it is from mid-air, at night, with an unobstructed view of the cloudless night sky, a waning moon hanging high, and a small section of a metal spire.
[Laws, standards, and morality are used to restrain those who can be restrained, but not to the unbridled desperados. As the saying goes, only those who obey the law will abide by it.]
"What does this mean?" Dumbledore was puzzled. If the first prophecy involved someone performing magic in front of Muggles, causing the Law of Secrecy to be shaken, then what did the second prophecy reveal?
What is a fugitive?
Perhaps the image of night embodies some special concept?
"What are your thoughts?" he asked the prophecy expert present.
"Judging from the timing, the events pointed to by these two prophecies both occurred on the same day, which is this weekend." Ryan picked up his teacup. What thoughts could a weak, pitiful, and helpless student like him have? He was just following the principal's orders.
"This weekend? The time you just arranged with Lalvin—" Dumbledore said.
"Yes, I have that idea. I've heard there are some unique restaurants near the Eiffel Tower. Wouldn't it be a good idea to go and see what happens there?"
"No one says wizards can't go on vacation. Fudge's ministerial decree doesn't include that."
Ryan chuckled, noting that from the ministerial decree that Larvin had just shown him, he vaguely saw a person who believed that having a certain position meant having power and that it was only right to control everything.
This version of Fudge was unfamiliar to him.
It takes a remarkable amount of political acumen and a thick skin for someone to transform themselves from an incorruptible high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic who was ready to fire someone just two years ago into someone who claims to be the closest friend of a prophet.
Politicians with these qualities are all successful people and should not and will not make such short-sighted moves.
Perhaps power had blinded him; the immense power he held for the past year or two had made him somewhat arrogant, forgetting who he was. Ryan reasonably suspected that power corrupted people far too quickly.
"Cornell Fudge might have really gone too far, perhaps someone is instigating him. Of course, that's not important," Dumbledore said softly. "Let Ralvin and the others do what they want to do first, I'll take care of the rest."
"Safe!" Ryan gave a thumbs up.
He truly deserves to be called the greatest white wizard of this century; his words carry weight.
He even felt that the matter was already settled the moment Dumbledore uttered those words.
"Are Mr. Gale and Professor Flamel still working on the Voldemort Master plan?"
Dumbledore was used to Ryan using such strange words. For example, this Master, according to his prized student, was because he had come up with an interesting story and planned to install video functionality during the communication period.
The Masters are humans who can control powerful beings in battle.
Ryan used this to refer to the plan of manipulating Voldemort to carry out battles.
Dumbledore shook his head: "Ever since they captured Voldemort, they've been thinking about whether there's any magic that can brand Voldemort, making him obey commands to a certain extent. Unfortunately, Voldemort's condition and the level of his soul make many spells ineffective."
"Of course, they also made some significant discoveries."
At this point, Dumbledore's face was full of emotion. He stood up and looked out the window. The sunlight outside shone down on the face of this man who had aged a century, finally reminding people that behind the powerful white magic and the great reputation was a soul that had aged a hundred years.
In this situation, Ryan felt a rare moment of compassion for his elders.
Of course, there was only a trace.
He clearly remembered that during several "Principal Doesn't Sleep" events this semester, it was he, the young man, who couldn't stay up any longer.
Dumbledore, who looked like an old man, was full of energy and perfectly fine.
With such energy and spirit, he could clearly fight for the magic world for another hundred years!
At least a hundred years!
"What did Mr. Lemaître and Mr. Gale discover?" Ryan also stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window, he could see students taking flying lessons learning how to dance in the air. Of course, he believed that Hogwarts flying lessons would not teach students such twisted flying techniques. It must be that some genius among the students invented this Shakira Eight Flight.
The universe is but a universe of six directions, but our Hogwarts genius students can control their flying brooms to create eight different flight paths!
win!