Descends Upon the Heart of the North Sea

For once, Ryan did not watch Dumbledore and Riddle's conversation.

The next morning, he woke up in his dormitory bed after a long time and changed his clothes with a single click.

He casually pushed open the dormitory door, and the next second, his figure appeared in the vast and boundless center of the North Sea.

Recently, he's gotten tired of the fourth wall.

I like to use the concept of "doors" for long-distance travel.

In layman's terms, as long as an object is considered a door, he only needs to push or pull it, and then step through it to reach the place he wants to go.

Moreover, the place is not limited to reality; he can also set foot in the ethereal realms of dreams and the soul.

Logically speaking, he should have been very interested in the aftermath of Dumbledore's dramatic change of expression and departure from the stands.

Especially since it was he who caused it.

He should have been watching all this with his girlfriends in tow.

Instead of running to this godforsaken place.

But there are three reasons for this.

Firstly, Penelope and Kate were too busy to spend time with him.

They are in charge of recruiting new members for the Skywalker Alchemy Workshop.

To be honest, he was really looking forward to seeing the expressions on Penelope's classmates' faces when they realized that it was them who were in charge of the interviews.

Secondly, he could look up everything that happened at Hogwarts at any time. He could simply wait until he had nothing else to do to look at it.

Thirdly, what he needs to do now is something else entirely, something that requires his personal intervention.

He was going to stay there for an hour, leaving enough of a presence that Voldemort, who was still in a half-baked Divine Kingdom, could detect.

All of this is actually related to Ryan.

Harry's brief ascension to godhood, Riddle's sacrifice of his dark side, and the subsequent elevation of their powers can all be attributed to Ryan's influence.

Voldemort had an extremely close relationship with the two, a relationship that was like soul intertwined or even one person.

They also received positive feedback because of their progress.

Just like how Harry and Riddle could achieve immortality through their relationship with Voldemort.

Therefore, Voldemort, whose consciousness should have remained in a state of chaos until his resurrection, suddenly regained a sliver of reason.

In addition, his current state can be considered a Divine Kingdom.

Unlike the Divine Kingdom created by powerful sorcerers who automatically spread their influence across the world and carved out their own territories.

Voldemort is Divine Kingdom itself.

This is an extremely strange state.

The ultimate goal of a wizard is to become a divine wizard.

Voldemort, however, is now a byproduct of the God Wizard— the Divine Kingdom.

But precisely because of this, even Bleach himself was unaware of Ryan's assimilation of the dead Divine Kingdom of wizards, and Voldemort discovered it.

Although this feeling is just a sense of crisis, as if disaster is about to strike at any moment, but without knowing why.

But that's still quite remarkable.

Under this inexplicable sense of crisis, Voldemort's last shred of rationality was rapidly expanding.

If Ryan doesn't intervene, Voldemort might revive in this half-baked Divine Kingdom state.

Therefore, they gave up on resurrection.

To preserve the state achieved under this miracle.

By distributing his own power, he bestows upon his Death Eaters, imbued with his own thoughts, through a process of divine intervention.

This is how they will confront Dumbledore.

Ryan would naturally not allow Voldemort to leave his chessboard.

He had already decided that Voldemort's resurrection on July 1st would be his death anniversary.

He was killed in early July by the Child of Prophecy was born at the end of July.

How interesting!

So Ryan happened to come to the middle of the North Sea today.

He planned to use his remaining aura to return Voldemort and the others' consciousness to chaos.

The principle is actually very simple.

Just like pigs are afraid of butchers.

Even Voldemort, with his half-baked Divine Kingdom, would fear Ryan, who could be considered a devourer of the Divine Kingdom.

A sense of crisis stemming from a wizard's intuition might revive Voldemort's rationality.

But when the source of this sense of crisis, Ryan's presence, truly appeared around him.

Voldemort's mind, which had begun to regain a sliver of clarity, would revert to chaos.

Because of his strong will to survive, Voldemort's subconscious would automatically focus all his attention on survival.

Sure enough, with Voldemort's resurrection approaching, the dark clouds that had been lingering over the center of the North Sea, the shadowy figure of Azkaban, the despair, and the dark magic all disappeared with Ryan's arrival.

The weather is clear and cloudless.

The azure sea was calm and still.

There was absolutely no sign of Voldemort's impending resurrection.

"Mission accomplished." Ryan smiled.

The sea surged, and a door formed of water appeared. Ryan stepped inside and vanished.

Meanwhile, on a small boat not far away on the sea.

Finney Dax and Dick looked at each other in bewilderment.

As two people from the Auror Office stationed in the central North Sea to monitor the condition of this area, one was writing furiously, while the other was snapping photos.

In the office of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the parchment placed in the most conspicuous spot began to reveal Dax's hasty and scribbled handwriting.

Meanwhile, photos kept popping out of the black box with narrow slits next to it.

The male secretary, who was skillfully handling documents in a corner of the office, quickly looked up and pressed his hand on the bell on the corner of the desk.

Judging from his clumsy ringing of the bell.

This ringing sound is probably rarely used.

Boom! Flames automatically ignited in the fireplace.

Then it turned emerald green.

Arthur Weasley's head hung in the middle of the flames, like a giant, hairy, bald egg.

It was speaking rapidly, flames danced around it, and tongues of fire licked its ears, but it was not hindered in the slightest.

"What's wrong, Woody?"

This bell will only be activated in extremely urgent situations.

It allows Floo Network to connect directly to me.

Ugh, I'm really not used to it. I mean, in my eyes you're cuckolded.

"Look!" While Arthur Weasley was speaking, the secretary named Woody had already folded the photograph and parchment together and handed them into the fire.

Arthur Weasley's head shrank, revealing his upper body.

So that he could catch the photographs and parchment with his hands.

His eyes widened in surprise. "I need to go to Hogwarts! You take care of the rest!"

Then, with a soft "poof," he disappeared.

Harry was unaware of what had happened.

But today he slept in late, something he hadn't done in a long time.

It seemed as if a voice was telling him not to wake up. Staying still under the covers was the safest option.

But the moment the blanket was briefly pulled back, a warm, soft body pressed against him, and the inhalation of a soothing fragrance filled his senses—all these factors made it impossible for him to resist.

Wake him up from his sleep.

His mind immediately went to Ron, who hadn't come back for the night.

But when he opened his eyes, Ginny's face appeared before him.

And the wand she raised.

"Scourgify!"

His mouth suddenly felt refreshed, and then she kissed him.

She kissed him in a way he had never done before, and Harry returned the kiss.

He felt lightheaded, his mind completely blank, even better than the feeling of Firewhisky.

She was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, that's how he felt.

He had one arm around her back, and the other hand stroking her long, faintly fragrant hair—

Hmm, Ron?

Does this person exist?