Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Inspection and Lesson Preparation

At Professor McGonagall's suggestion, the three of them went up to the fourth floor together.

"The magic left here has been destroyed by a corrosive spell," Dumbledore concluded after examining the site.

In front of the three, the three-headed dog Lou Williams transformed into a tiny puppy named Furry. It didn't bar its teeth; it was afraid that if it breathed too loudly, it would be swatted to death by the unidentified creature in the middle that looked like an old wizard.

"Who did this?" Professor McGonagall asked instinctively.

"Voldemort," Lane said. "The question is, what methods did he use? Professor Quirrell should still be in his hospital bed, and Madam Pomfrey saw everything he did. I don't think Voldemort would be that irrational."

"Voldemort? Quirinus! Good heavens! What on earth has happened?!" Professor McGonagall was shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Voldemort, who had ravaged the wizarding world for so many years, back?

"That's right, Minerva." Dumbledore started with Lane's prophecy and continued until Quirrell was seriously injured and hospitalized: "We still can't be sure where Voldemort is hiding, we only know that Voldemort's target is the Philosopher's Stone."

"Letting Voldemort roam freely within the school is too dangerous for the young wizards!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed in horror, unable to imagine the terrifying scene of Voldemort among a group of young wizards. "We should give the young wizards a holiday and then thoroughly search the castle!"

Dumbledore and Lane could understand Professor McGonagall's horror, because when Voldemort's reagent was added to the base of the young wizards, there was only one reaction that would result in a literal hellish high school after a violent physical change.

"Relax, Minerva. Voldemort is barely clinging to life now. He doesn't have much power to harm young wizards." Dumbledore pointed to the charred marks on the ruins. "Perhaps it's true, as Quirinus said, that Voldemort is acting in a strange, wandering state. At least, the spells here aren't very powerful."

"Ryan is right. The question is, how did Voldemort cause this destruction..."

"There's no use in us just daydreaming here. I have a suggestion, Headmaster," Ryan said, thinking of the Cambridge security cameras he had destroyed. "We can use alchemy to solidify a monitoring spell, combine it with surveillance equipment, and hide it here. Because Voldemort's target is the Philosopher's Stone, he certainly won't give up easily."

"Muggle surveillance?" Professor McGonagall also recalled that night that shattered her worldview, when she witnessed a fifth-year wizard going out to commit robbery.

These past two nights, whenever she went to the kitchen, she could see a small playground where many white mice lived happily. Perhaps the food at Hogwarts was very good, because the mice looked a bit bigger and their fur was shinier.

"That's a wonderful idea, Ryan," Dumbledore said. "I don't think Voldemort would be on guard against Muggle tactics."

He said, "Next, I will set up alchemy surveillance. Minerva, Ryan, keep a close eye on things in the castle and see if anything unusual has happened recently."

The two agreed.

Ryan also stated that he would share and discuss any relevant prophecies with the professors as soon as possible.

The three left and closed the door.

After the three men left, the three-headed dog Louie immediately breathed a sigh of relief and paced back and forth in the room with renewed vigor, as if announcing who the owner of this place really was.

Suddenly, it spotted a shiny, round, golden metal piece in the corner.

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With a few slaps of its thick paws and its eyes following the rolling metal piece, Luwei, who couldn't enjoy the special freezing service, discovered a new toy.

Second floor, Adventurers' Club.

Ryan returned here after deliberately going down to the underground Potions classroom to spy from the shadows.

He noticed that Professor Snape, still sitting in his original position, was looking up at the ceiling, and he could vaguely see some water stains on Snape's face.

He was not suited to be in such a situation, so he quietly left, giving Professor Snape enough personal space.

"What a fulfilling day..." Ryan leaped onto the sofa.

From leaving halfway through the meeting to Snape revealing his true feelings, then chatting with Dumbledore, the Adventurers' Club members collectively broke school rules...

And then I think about the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes I have tomorrow morning and afternoon...

Ryan felt a familiar pain: "Whoever wants to be in this lousy class can have it!"

Lying back on the sofa, he waved his hand and conjured a timetable that listed the class times and schedule for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Tomorrow morning, there's a two-hour Defense Against the Dark Arts class for first-year students, and another class the day after tomorrow..." After looking at the class durations and frequencies, only one thought came to his mind: Why doesn't Hogwarts hire more professors?!

I'm just a fifth-grade student, and I still have exams to take at the end of the semester...

Other courses are fine; he can just tell his "colleagues" and skip them. But there are a few courses he can't skip, like the classes taught by the four deans. Ryan can't very well skip those, and the alchemy course is something he absolutely needs to attend...

He drew up a detailed schedule and found that at least the first half of his time as the acting defense against the dark arts professor was an exceptionally fulfilling six months.

So fulfilling was that even a seasoned player like him, who stayed up all night taking drugs and cultivating immortality, felt that if things continued like this, he could easily end up opening a hospital room in St. Mungo's.

"In the first half of the year, it's quite possible that some young wizards will discover their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is missing, and after making inquiries, they'll find out that their professor is currently teaching Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbalism... "

"It's also possible to find the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor exhausted and unconscious in St. Mungo's... or perhaps find the professor somewhere cursed and rendered unconscious..."

Lying on the sofa, he felt the scene was too beautiful to think about.

He struggled to his feet and sat down at his desk to begin preparing his lessons.

An hour or two later, a lesson plan draft appeared on the parchment in front of Ryan, which had been scribbled and revised countless times.

The text above is a densely packed explanation of what black magic is and the difference between black magic and white magic.

And there is not a clear boundary between the two.

The only drawback is that young wizards don't have much self-control and can easily be misled by such detailed arguments, evolving from Defense Against the Dark Arts students into outstanding Dark Arts talents.

"No, no, it's too dangerous to teach students like this. If I'm not careful, I might end up producing a few outstanding students who will be recommended to Azka."

He tore up the lesson plan he had prepared for his unconventional approach and instant fame, considering the level of the young wizards under Hogwarts' relaxed educational environment. "It's better to just stick to the textbook..." he thought.

Pick up the first-grade textbook "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" that was placed aside. This is a basic textbook written by Quentin Trimble, which introduces a variety of common dark creatures and basic spells that are effective against them.

Ryan had seen Quentin Trimble's portrait in the headmaster's office. Although they had never spoken, Ryan believed that the former headmaster's magical abilities were no less than those of the current four deans.

The quality of this textbook is naturally trustworthy.

Ryan selected the most harmless red hat as the subject of his lesson for the first-year students tomorrow. As he made the annotations, he said, "I'll have to go out and catch another red hat later to use as teaching material for the first-year students."

After a while.

"Preparing lessons is too troublesome. Are there any teaching methods that don't require lesson preparation...?"

Ryan suddenly had a good idea.

It was 1 a.m. the next day.

Ryan first wrote to his former Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, expressing his remembrance and respect for them, and then explaining his current situation as acting professor, hoping that they could pass on some experience in fighting curses to him.

Having done all this, he leisurely left Hogwarts Castle to search for Lucky Little Red Riding Hood.

"Let's see which lucky Little Red Riding Hood I've caught!"