Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

The shadow cast by the two generations of Dark Lords gradually dissipated. The White Lord (crossed out), the greatest wizard of the century, was fantasizing about receiving wool socks in the Headmaster's office. Ryan Wells lived a peaceful and leisurely life at Hogwarts. With the help of some insignificant external forces, the entire wizarding world held him in the highest esteem. "Master Ryan! Do you have any new prophecies today?" Some people traveled from all over the world to Hogwarts, hoping to receive a prophecy. "Senior Ryan, what should we be careful about today?" asked the juniors who had been helped before. "Ryan, do you have any new prophecies?" Professor Flitwick cast a levitation charm on himself and patted his prized student on the shoulder affectionately in mid-air. "Mr. Wells, what is your assessment of the Ministry of Magic's work going forward?" The Daily Prophet reporter sat upright for the interview. Ryan thought about the information updated today: in Camarilla Swamp, there was a chest of unclaimed Galleons and magical items. He thought of the Apparition technique he had learned in advance, so he cleared his throat: "I did not make any prophecies today."