svetikya Chapter 260 The People's Support
Chapter 260 The People's Support
Chapter 260 The People's Support
"Wait a moment, I've already sent Minerva and the others over."
Dumbledore put down the communicator: "Although I have hinted at this to them, it is better for them to hear the whole story firsthand."
The professors all had their own guesses, because Dumbledore wouldn't make decisions based on his own likes or dislikes. Therefore, Gale's appearance must have had an unavoidable reason.
Furthermore, Dumbledore's occasional mentions of his concerns about the future of the wizarding world during their conversations led the professors to believe that Dumbledore was worried about the future of wizards and Muggles, which is why he brought Gale back.
Ryan was genuinely surprised that Dumbledore hadn't told the professors about this. He said, "Then let's wait for the professors to come together."
A moment later, the four deans gathered again in the principal's office. They had lost count of how many times they had held meetings in the principal's office in the past two years.
In particular, they saw Ryan in the principal's office.
And Mr. Slughorn! Dumbledore actually brought Slughorn out!
Oh no, something big is about to happen again—this thought lingered in the minds of every professor.
Once everyone had arrived, Ryan began his narration, which sent chills down the spines of the four deans.
"Dumbledore, Wells, you two are really good at keeping secrets! You didn't tell us about something this important!"
Snape, still suffering from some lingering trauma from the prophecy, wore a cold expression, but it was easy to tell from his tone that this usually vacant and aloof potions professor was experiencing great turmoil within him—or rather, a complete collapse, falling straight into a trough.
As expected, none of the prophets are easy to deal with!
It's all because of these prophets that the wizarding world has become what it is today—Snape's irresponsible rage. He decided that if Ryan ever made another prophecy, he would pretend he hadn't heard it.
Professor McGonagall's blood rushed to her head, her face flushed red, and she trembled with rage.
As a responsible and meticulous witch, she could not accept that in the school where she served as vice principal, the principal would not consult her about such a dangerous matter!
"Albus! This kind of thing should be explained to everyone as soon as possible!"
She complained, "This way we have much more time to deal with this disaster!"
Dumbledore smiled obsequiously, since ninety percent of the affairs at Hogwarts were now handled by the older catgirls, which gave him the opportunity to slack off—although he didn't seem to have ever really worked a regular job.
Ryan shrank back quietly, silently reminding himself, "I'm just a child! Dumbledore ordered me to do this! Don't come looking for me if anything happens!"
It is said that when a tiger roars, all living things become quiet.
Everyone present here can attest that this is supposedly true.
Dumbledore, Slughorn, and Minerva McGonagall's old colleagues remained silent.
Harry Potter also quietly pretended to be a second-year student who had accidentally wandered into the heavenly realm.
"So, you actually called me back to deal with the apocalypse!" Slughorn stared, as if he was about to run away at any moment.
He first checked the fireplace to make sure it was usable, and then estimated the distance from his door to the fireplace and the distance from his door to the fireplace.
"The main task is still subject classification. Really."
Even Harry thought the headmaster was lying through his teeth.
"Specialization of disciplines will further unleash high-end talent and enhance the power of the wizarding world. Really, really. As for what the prophecy says, no one has a clue yet."
Dumbledore used jokes to appease Slughorn and calm the uneasy atmosphere in the headmaster's office.
"But what the prophecy foretold has already happened. Headmaster, today in Gringotts, I captured some black-robed wizards, and after these wizards experienced their self-destruction, I am absolutely certain that these wizards, and possibly even the black-robed wizards who launched terrorist attacks in various parts of Gringotts throughout the wizarding world today, were all created through human alchemy."
Ryan's remarks left the professors speechless.
Every professor at Hogwarts is an international figure with their own connections and channels. They all received different kinds of information, but generally speaking, they all received news that Gringotts had been attacked around the world that day, with the number of attackers ranging from several hundred to over a thousand.
If those hands were all created by human transmutation—
Fear transformed into sunlight, filling the room.
The unease was more intense than the silence.
Ryan continued to fan the flames: "Based on the known results of human transmutation, the enemy we will face will be at least a massive force that continuously produces elite wizards. In addition to wizards, this force can also create biological warships and other creatures from various stories."
"Okay, okay, that's enough. Stop talking."
Dumbledore told Lane to shut up. This was a time to boost morale, not to talk about how strong the enemy was. Didn't you see that Slughorn was already quietly moving towards the fireplace?
"Actually, these aren't the biggest problems. The biggest problem is that we know absolutely nothing about our opponents. We don't know where they came from or where they're going, what they want to do, or what their next move is."
Ryan concluded his speech.
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." However, right now, we may not be able to talk about knowing ourselves, because the structure of the wizarding world is still very backward, and there is no large-scale liberation of wizarding power.
Knowing the enemy is even more of a stretch. Everyone is still completely clueless. All they know is that the other side can train humans, and can train them into elite wizards!
"So what should we do now?" Slughorn asked, regretting getting on board, but it was too late; he was already on the wrong ship.
Once he's on that pirate ship, he naturally only has one path left to follow.
It's just an insurmountable enemy; what's there to be afraid of? He even dared to talk to Voldemort about Horcruxes!
Driven by malice, the old man vowed to settle everything that was preventing him from enjoying a peaceful retirement.
"We should still categorize subjects to promote the progress of wizards and at the same time increase Hogwarts' influence."
Ryan had made countless plans over the past few days, and he spoke up the most likely one: "At the same time, we should increase international wizarding exchanges, such as the exchange students from Beauxbatons at Hogwarts. We can hold more events like this."
"Furthermore, to a certain extent, we need to rely on the strength of ordinary people. Therefore, I hope to get Professor Sprout's support."
Pomona Sprout was utterly astonished; she couldn't understand what Muggle powers had to do with her, a professor of herbalism: "Me?"
"In the world of ordinary people, regardless of whether a certain person or group in power acknowledges it, the most essential element is that their power comes from the people. Therefore, the support of the people is the foundation of the existence of any political system."
"And the people will support those who enabled them to stand up, those who fed them, those who clothed them, and those who made them live well."