vncnus Chapter 230 The Principal's Assistant's Authority
Chapter 230 The Principal's Assistant's Authority
Chapter 230 The Principal's Assistant's Authority
As Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it, Ryan once again felt a vast, ocean-like magical power surging around him.
Ryan felt as if he were enveloped by such immense magical power, as if he were inside this mass of magic.
The various rules established upon this magic naturally created a powerful suppression.
The castle glowed faintly, appearing soft and natural in the afternoon light.
But the Forbidden Forest, usually bustling with activity, was now quiet. Hagrid stood at the entrance, gazing into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He had an indescribable feeling, as if the entire Forbidden Forest were alive, and all the magical creatures were the carriers of its vitality.
Now, the living Forbidden Forest seems to have died instantly, leaving only a lifeless shell, motionless.
It looks almost exactly like a small creature that plays dead when it encounters great danger.
He had seen the snow rabbit pretending to be dead in front of Ya Ya, lying on its back with its little belly exposed, while its ears were trembling quietly.
But the Forbidden Forest is no weak snow hare!
Countless lives live in the Forbidden Forest—powerful, weak, and sacred. What being could cause the entire Forbidden Forest to feign death and seek refuge?
He didn't know what had happened because he was the keeper of the Hogwarts hunting grounds, the custodian of the castle keys, and a member of Hogwarts.
Inside the castle, the deans stopped their busy work and looked in surprise toward the eighth floor.
They could all sense the commotion at Hogwarts, the source of which was the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.
Only by facing this magical surge could Ryan truly appreciate the terror of Hogwarts Castle. He couldn't help but wonder if his giant magic storage device could have even one percent of the power of Hogwarts Castle.
He certainly couldn't imagine that a mass-produced device could compare to the castle that had been continuously reinforced by generations of great wizards and legendary wizards.
If it can achieve even one percent of the castle's effectiveness, then the large-scale magic storage device can be declared a success, because it is mass-produced and can be used to build many.
Products that can be mass-produced don't need to be top-notch in quality; their main focus is on large quantities to satisfy everyone, with constant updates.
Under Dumbledore's control, a vast ocean of magic continuously patted Ryan, the patting process being very gentle, like a rinsing.
Ryan could sense that this patting was the same as patting a cute kitten; it was releasing a sense of affection and warmth.
"Is Hogwarts Castle sentient?"
"It cannot be said to have a complete, active consciousness. Over a long period of time, with the accumulation of magic, it has developed a consciousness closer to that of a plant, with the faintest joy and affinity for students."
Dumbledore answered, and with a sudden flick of his wand, a dazzling golden light burst forth, the shattered golden light flowing and spreading throughout the headmaster's office like a swarm of tiny snakes.
Then the golden light pierced Ryan like sharp thorns, turning him into a little hedgehog.
He lost his senses—he found that he could not feel pain.
It wasn't a loss of senses, but rather that my senses were expanded to encompass the entire castle, so even the slightest physical pain couldn't evoke any emotion in me.
He emptied his mind, sensing his current state, as if he were conversing with all the powerful wizards who had improved Hogwarts Castle over the past thousand years.
A series of illusory human figures flashed before his eyes.
Godric Gryffindor.
Salazar Slytherin Rowena Ravenclaw.
Helga Hedgehog.
From the initial four giants to the last one, the tall, thin, silver-haired Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumbledore.
He counted the number of portraits and found that it didn't match the number of headmasters from previous generations. He guessed that not all headmasters could leave their mark here; only those who made improvements to Hogwarts Castle could have this honor.
"My image will definitely be here in the future, for future generations of principals."
Assistant Principal Ryan was full of confidence.
Just as the legitimate headmaster Dumbledore caught his breath, he heard the declaration of a coup.
He fell silent, swallowing back the words he had intended to tell Ryan about the principal's authority.
He suddenly realized that it was a good thing to let the child figure things out on his own; only by getting up after falling can one stand more steadily.
"That's all for now. You should head back to the school clinic. Otherwise, Bobby will come here and warn me. I don't want to be the first principal to be blacklisted by the school clinic."
Dumbledore said this and threw Lane out.
Gail, who was on the second floor of the principal's office, was watching the backup of the principal's permissions and watching Ryan being thrown out.
"Perhaps Durmstrang's castle also possesses such immense magic?"
The expelled student from Durmstrang was unaware of the castle's magic.
He immediately dismissed his own idea: "The founder of Durmstrang, Nellida Vorcanova, may not be comparable to Gryffindor and others—and many of the headmasters throughout history have been ordinary wizards—."
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Nerida Vocanova, a medieval witch, died mysteriously after founding Durmstrang, allegedly assassinated by her successor, Harfon Monte, the second principal of Durmstrang.
It was this Principal Monte who truly set the stage for Durmstrang's reputation for producing dark wizards. Since then, successive principals have established school rules, which have evolved to the point where only young wizards from pure-blood families are allowed to enter the school.
This headmaster, Mr. Monte, compiled numerous dueling textbooks, fostering a dueling culture throughout the school. It was precisely because of this that Gale could discern from the books that the headmaster's skill level was merely that of a Grand Wizard.
Based on the rumors, Gale felt that Lady Vocanova might not be a match for the true Four Legendary figures. But who can say for sure what happened a thousand years ago? Perhaps Lady Vocanova trusted Monte too much, which led to her being ambushed;
Or perhaps Ms. Vocanova's mysterious disappearance has nothing to do with Monte.
"Of the eleven magic schools, only Hogwarts is uniquely blessed to have four legends as its founders."
Dumbledore said, "This is our good fortune as descendants, giving us enough resources to face the future."
Do you think he can succeed?
"As you said, it possesses a power, a power that can break free from predetermined fate, so I believe in it, and it is the only thing I can believe in."
Gail also sighed. In their spare time, they would go out together to see how ordinary people were developing. Even back then, he hadn't imagined that ordinary people had developed to this extent.
Or if he had known the current situation back then, he would have taken even more drastic measures to lead the wizards to overthrow the secrecy laws.
Since the signing of the laws of secrecy in the Middle Ages, the laws of secrecy that protected Muggles have gradually evolved into laws that protected wizards.
"The ones who can't live without the secrecy law right now are definitely not Muggles. It can be said that once the wizarding world is revealed to everyone, then Muggle politicians will be unable to control Muggle countries. Those politicians will inevitably be swayed by the will of the masses and thus launch a war."
Gail walked downstairs, her voice heavy with emotion. It was indeed true; aside from those wizards who stood at the pinnacle of wizarding history, in terms of sheer power, the wizarding world held no advantage.