vncnus Chapter 205 The Incident
Chapter 205 The Incident
Chapter 205 The Incident
The night breeze lifted Furong's hair, but she didn't gather it with her hands, letting the silvery-white strands flutter in the wind like drifting silver threads pointing into the distance: "I'm going."
"Because I don't really trust anyone else to lead the team to Hogwarts besides you. After all, they don't meet my standards for selecting outstanding students, and in my opinion, you are the only outstanding student Beauxbatons has had in recent years."
Like a mother comforting her shy daughter, Maxim comforted Fleur by saying that the quality of students at Beauxbatons was not good these days. Although neither of them said it outright, they both understood.
Just as Maxim knew that Fleur liked opulent decorations, gorgeous clothes, and relatively light French cuisine, he naturally knew that Fleur would definitely not like Hogwarts Castle.
But she was quite certain that Fleur would be willing to go to Hogwarts.
"It seems I also need to meet with Mr. Dumbledore. It's a good opportunity to refine the field of magical research. I support Hogwarts becoming the core and high ground for refining the field of magical research."
Furong: "Shall we go now?"
"My lovely court beauty, you're too impatient. Didn't Ryan already say we'd meet the day after tomorrow?" Maxim combed Fleur's long hair. "Such an important matter requires the official procedures to be followed. I need to write to Headmaster Dumbledore to ask when he'll be available, and Headmaster Dumbledore also needs to choose a time to receive me, his visitor."
"So I can't go now. It would be too impolite to visit them, and it's not the proper procedure for important matters. Unlike the passion and casualness of the French, for English gentlemen, propriety and etiquette are essential."
"Did you understand?"
She patted the hibiscus.
"But I felt like he didn't care about these things." Fleur recalled that when they met, whether it was the first time or during subsequent holidays, Ryan did not show the demeanor and politeness of an English gentleman. On the contrary, he was very casual and would give small gifts to everyone from time to time.
His gift-giving and easygoing nature, which allowed him to joke and play with anyone, led all the faculty and students at Beauxbatons to agree that Ryan was very approachable.
"Politeness is never a bad thing."
"That's true."
As they walked, they talked and politely nodded to the Beauxbatons faculty and students who greeted them along the way.
It has to be said that the fact that the principal of Beauxbatons and the school's top student and most beautiful girl are walking together is something that all students take for granted, yet it is also incredibly eye-catching.
The reason is simple: power and beauty are immense temptations for any intelligent being. Many women in Beauxbatons were fond of Hibiscus.
Furong and Maxim went to the principal's office. Maxim began to dictate the contents of the letter, which Furong then wrote down.
The neat handwriting lay out line after line on the parchment, as if one could see the writer herself between the lines.
"Why should I write it?"
"Because Ryan is an orphan."
Her hand, which was writing the letter, suddenly froze. Furong looked up in surprise, her deep blue eyes filled with confusion:
What does being an orphan have to do with writing letters?
The eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.
Dumbledore's office.
Ryan gave Dumbledore a detailed report on Quirrell's current situation.
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The three people in the room each had their own opinions.
Dumbledore believed that Quirrell had found a new direction and might one day achieve even greater feats than Quirrell had.
Frivi was pleased that his students were on the right track, willing to do things that benefit the world, rather than trying to outsmart the system or risk everything to harm others.
As for Gale, he not only looked down on Quirrell, but he also didn't pay much attention to the Squirrel becoming a maggot wizard.
Even if Squibs becoming Draconis could double the wizarding population, even though he frequently interacted with Ryan, he knew that the combined abilities of many Squibs might not be inferior to those of elite wizards.
However, as a dark wizard who has always looked down on incompetent wizards, even if his personality has improved now, it doesn't mean he will look at those he despises with the same respect.
In the vast Hogwarts, besides the four heads of the house, there were only two or three students who could catch Grindelwald's eye.
"There's another important matter." After explaining Quirrell's situation, Ryan handed a document to each of the three instructors present: "This is an idea I came up with based on the fact that magic wizards want to learn inscription techniques independently. I call it subject specialization. Different sub-disciplines are subdivided within a major discipline, lowering the entry barriers for each discipline, raising the overall level of the wizarding world, and also allowing different sub-disciplines under the same major discipline to work together. One person can be responsible for a part of the work, and through mutual support, the conditions required for magical research are effectively reduced."
Just from what Ryan said, the three people present could already sketch out a wizarding society with detailed functions and a clear division of labor.
Everyone felt a sense of enlightenment and clarity, and they all picked up the plan that Ryan had given them to read.
Ryan wasn't particularly pleased with the teachers' reactions, nor did he feel that his idea made him superior.
Ultimately, the fundamental reason is that there are few wizards, so a few thousand people can learn it if they want, and those who can't, they just don't.
If there are tens of millions of people, then disciplines will inevitably be divided into more specialized areas, because everyone has their own strengths. For example, like the alchemists in the French magical world that Maxim mentioned, each person has their own area of expertise, which is a precursor to the specialization of disciplines and the division of functions within fields.
Unfortunately, due to population constraints, ideas cannot generate institutionalized disciplines. Unless someone powerfully and forward-thinkingly points out the way forward, subsequent wizards will not be able to enter different paths according to their own talents.
"What a brilliant idea!" Gale was the first to speak. He noticed something in Ryan's proposal that wasn't written in it: "Population, energy, institutions, cohesion—it's a pity you weren't born a hundred years earlier—"
As a pioneer who stirred up the magical world to challenge the Secrecy Act, he naturally saw that there were related plans behind this proposal, and that these plans combined would have an irreversible impact on the Secrecy Act.
This impact wasn't driven by just one or two individual wizards; the charisma of an individual wizard was arguably no match for the order of the magical world during the Heian period.
However, compared to the overwhelming historical trend of the magical world during the Heian period, and the vast wave of wizards who came into contact with and conformed to these schemes, all wizarding magic was destined to be nothing more than paper sculptures—utterly meaningless.
Flitwick, who had originally wanted to praise Ryan for his meticulous and insightful plan, kept quiet. He looked at the plan repeatedly, but couldn't understand anything Gale had just said. He could only remain silent and listen to Dumbledore's insights.
"This is indeed a good thing. Employment has always been a major problem at Hogwarts. Many graduates can't find suitable jobs and are stuck in the Ministry of Magic, Gringotts, and other similar industries, wasting their time." Dumbledore spoke of this with mixed emotions, genuinely believing that his students' talents were being stifled: "Perhaps deeper magical research can pave the way for the magical profession, explore new applications, and allow them to fully utilize their talents."
A silver phoenix soared into the sky and disappeared into the principal's office.
"I'll contact McGonagall and the others to come over and discuss this matter together."
The key to the door is located in the cellar of an abandoned building.
Martin's pain was evident in his words, which seemed to have startled something, and a commotion arose from the outside world.
"who!"
"Who's there!"
The magic wizards, who had kept their shared secret, all looked toward the entrance; they could not accept that their secret base had been discovered.
Only Hawke's face turned deathly pale.