Hogwarts Card System Chapter 309

Chapter 307: The Gamer Saves the World~

The entertainment in the wizarding world was so scarce that young wizards grew bored during the holidays, always having their Two-Way Mirror Login Device close at hand.

So, less than three minutes after Ted posted his message, there were already over twenty replies.

Ted responded to a few key questions below, explaining the current situation and the process for coming over.

Diagon Alley had already opened the international Floo Network, and Ministry of Magic members would be responsible for transporting the young wizards.

Here, there were also French Ministry of Magic personnel responsible for receiving them.

Ted had authority here now!

The French Ministry of Magic even had four people specifically assigned to assist him and relay messages. You could say they took it quite seriously.

Ted’s method was simple.

He didn’t believe that relying on special forces and a few elite wizards could contend with the undead in a hundred-kilometer-long underground catacomb, let alone find Ryan’s altar.

They weren’t underground workers; their expertise didn’t match.

If they actually found it, wouldn’t they instantly become undead themselves?

Given the number of wizards, how could they possibly withstand such attrition?

So, Ted had been thinking of a method that wouldn’t consume lives from the start—those twelve large antennas weren’t just for revealing the entire map!

It had to be said that young wizards still had a strong sense of justice.

Although it was France that suffered the disaster, although there was danger, although many wizarding parents didn’t quite understand why young wizards were needed…

But overcoming many difficulties, nearly a hundred young wizards still arrived successively in the following hours.

“Ted! We’re here!” It was Ted’s roommates.

“Ted, we’re here to help.” Clara and Copperbeard also arrived, shocking the French official personnel once again.

“Ted, Ted, can we help?” Ginny’s classmates, Colin Creevey and his brother, also came. They were from Muggle families.

“Ted!”

“Ted, I’m here!”

“Hope I’m not too late!”

“This kind of thing can’t do without me!”

“The entire Gryffindor Quidditch team is here!”

…

Amidst the greetings, Ted saw countless familiar faces. They had all come because of Ted’s call for help, because someone was in danger.

Even dozens of wizarding parents followed, worried!

However, after they arrived, Ted explained his plan in detail and repeatedly assured them that the young wizards would be absolutely safe, which greatly relieved the parents.

Parents: Ted, we trust you with our children. If they don’t listen, hit them hard, just don’t kill them~

That was roughly the meaning.

At this time, hundreds of wizards had gathered in Paris—almost every European Ministry of Magic had sent support, and even some African wizards came, literally “dark wizards”~

Some old men from the International Confederation of Wizards also arrived, their beards no shorter than Dumbledore’s.

But they were in utter chaos; language alone was a barrier.

It required over a dozen translators for different languages to even hold a meeting, and the efficiency was terrifyingly low!

After more than an hour of meeting, they still couldn’t finalize a few plans, and French Minister François was sweating with anxiety.

As Ted was about to start his work, the hundreds of other wizards hadn’t even been assigned tasks yet.

Ted could only sigh.

Wizards had been at peace for too long and were too disorganized.

Although they had some duties normally, trying to organize these independently operating wizards was too difficult.

Many wizards had eccentric personalities, and it could even be said that those with strong abilities often had somewhat strange personalities… it was simply a disaster.

A French official intelligence officer, while recording wizard information, shook his head: At this level, let alone their scarce numbers, even if there were millions, they wouldn’t pose any threat to ordinary people. It would be good if they didn’t self-destruct.

Ted had no choice. After some thought, he took out a batch of small crystals, casually shaped them into in-ear headphones, then infused them with spirit energy, turning them into spirit artifacts.

This thing had only one function—translation!

Understanding languages was a very simple matter for a spirit sorcerer.

Now, by simply wearing this, what others said would automatically be converted into the language you were most familiar with.

First, solve the communication problem!

Even the elite wizards from various countries had never seen such a thing.

While similar magical translation tools, quills, and parchment existed, those were for text translation.

Nothing capable of real-time simultaneous interpretation had appeared before.

It startled them!

Had British wizards already reached this level?

Minister François, however, acutely noticed that even that idiot Fudge was very surprised by this thing!

He didn’t know about this thing! Or rather, this thing was invented by that Ted?!

The reason Ted took charge of this group was naturally because there was a place where they could be useful.

Magic!

The fundamental basis of wizards was magic; all their miracles were manifested through magic.

So, without magic, there was nothing.

Now, Ted needed a large amount of magic to implement his plan.

At Hogwarts, he could use the Ravenclaw Common Room’s back door program to directly tap into the thousands of years of magic accumulated by Hogwarts.

That’s why it could serve as the server location.

Young wizards only needed to pay the login magic through their Two-Way Mirror terminals.

But not now. Although the network was established, there wasn’t enough magic to set up the server.

Though there was a lot of magic underground, it wasn’t his, and it was death magic, completely unusable.

So, the human magic pools present came in handy.

Let the high-ranking officials of various countries continue their discussions, and let the elite wizards be divided into three groups to take turns injecting magic.

Ted wanted to envelop the entire Paris in the Ideal Realm, using the rules of interweaving reality and illusion, allowing the young wizards to explore the entire underground catacombs while avoiding casualties.

This was a huge undertaking. If he relied solely on himself, even using divination and other means, it would definitely not be simple.

Without going through ten or eight fierce battles, you couldn’t hope to approach the central ritual area.

But Ted didn’t like to play by others’ rules; he had his own.

Ted himself formed one team, his companions formed a five-person team, and other classmates generally formed five-person teams as well, following the team formations from their time in the school’s Magical Alliance.

They had enough practice and tacit understanding with each other, and Ted also lifted game restrictions, strengthening the young wizards as much as possible.

Skills increased from four to eight, the developing talent system was opened, the pet system was opened, summoner spells were opened…

The talent system hadn’t completed its cornerstone talents yet, but it could still provide a lot of enhancements, such as “Cookie Delivery,” “Potion Replenishment,” “Blessing of the Windrunner,” “Lord of Thunder’s Mark,” and so on.

Pets were also easy to handle; for now, they used the Spirit Cats raised by the French Ministry of Magic.

As mentioned before, Spirit Cats were special magical creatures capable of creating duplicates, very powerful, and used as guardians by the French Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, cats were highly spiritual and could be hypnotized to connect to the Ideal Realm.

Each person took one!

And so, twenty wizard teams began exploring from all directions towards the center.

They could use communication to contact each other, share maps, and fight enemies.

If they won, the temporary Ideal Realm could even siphon off that magic to replenish itself—young wizards gained experience in the game, and Ted gained experience in reality, a win-win!

And if a young wizard suffered a fatal injury, they would exit the game, their physical body would not be harmed, at most resting for ten or twenty minutes before being perfectly fine again.

When this method was proposed, the adult wizards didn’t believe it!

However, facts spoke louder than words.

Ted even opened a live broadcast window for them in mid-air. Each of the twenty teams had its own split screen.

Those wizarding parents, while diligently inputting magic, carefully observed their children’s performance.

“Go, son! Take down these skeletons, and it’ll be safe behind them! Hold on!”

“Good, just like that. Old Turner, your daughter and my son cooperate quite well! How about our two families discuss something?”

“Get lost! Your useless son is not worthy of my daughter! He only drags others down!”

“Eileen’s team encountered a monster! It seems to be a bone monster made of a dozen broken skeletons! Which team can provide support?”

“A wraith, it’s a wraith!”

“Good, they brought items. Why didn’t my son’s team?”

“Your son brought supplies, all food.”

…

Under the effect of the Ideal Realm, Ted and his team only spent two hours to basically pinpoint the final area.

It was an area about two kilometers in radius, and the undead monsters there were much stronger.

So much so that, besides Ted and his companion team, all other young wizard teams were wiped out.

Dancing King Zombies, Gravestone Golems, Bone Halls, Ghost Graffiti, Aggregated Vengeful Spirits… all were rare elites of level ten or higher, and very strange.

The young wizards were unable to proceed further.

Fortunately, the objective was achieved, and two days and one night’s work was completed in just two hours! Enough time was gained.

The young wizards’ displayed tacit understanding, experience, and combat power greatly astonished the adult wizards present.

They never expected these children still in school to fight so skillfully!

Sometimes, seeing those disgusting and terrifying monsters, they themselves would flinch in fear, but the children charged forward bravely and emerged victorious.

When they saw their children and companions skillfully cooperate, using common magic to defeat monsters clearly stronger than them, their feelings were complex.

Of course, even more complex was seeing other people’s children being strong while their own were slacking off~

Oh, the wizards from other countries felt even more complex.

It felt like there was a generation gap between them and the British wizards!

They agreed to slack off together, but you guys secretly evolved, huh?

…

Ted had already contacted his companions, asking them to provide support from the rear. The front should be the core area, and he would most likely run into Ryan.

He decided to go himself, so as not to die in vain.

Dying once consumed mental power, and he wouldn’t be able to enter the game for a short period. The more tragic the death, the longer the recovery time.

At this moment, Ted still didn’t know that Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. were behind this.

Although the previous prophecy had mentioned it, Ted hadn’t thought that far.

Then, suddenly, deep underground, he discovered a living person!

(End of Chapter)