"If it's truly that kind of prophecy, I'm afraid dealing with such a demon king would be very difficult for us." Cassandra added, "As we all know, demon kings require souls for sacrifice to enhance their powers. If they sacrifice those billions of people in America, I'm afraid—"
"Just thinking about it, I find it a bit hard to accept." Harry interjected.
"Besides going to the United States for investigation, I also think we should consult Mr. Leme." Harry said to Dumbledore, "How about we go to Mr. Leme's Alchemy Workshop now and ask him?"
As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was remarkably swift in his actions.
With the help of Phoenix Fawkes, they almost instantly arrived at Mr. Leme's Alchemy Studio.
Seeing the four people who suddenly appeared, Mr. Leme almost dropped the Crystal Ball he was holding.
If someone didn't know, they'd think he was holding a Hand-Held Thunder.
"Oh, you've come at a great time." Mr. Leme waved at them with a smile, "Look, I've developed a computer more suitable for wizards based on your suggestions—perhaps we should call it something more sophisticated, but I haven't thought of a name yet—in any case, I've even managed to connect these computers through some 'network,' but I need something powerful as a relay station."
Mr. Leme continued rambling on, "With this relay station, I can connect all computers together, allowing us to communicate or video call anytime, anywhere—oh, I've even managed to import portraits into the wizards' network, so they no longer have to stay trapped in frames; they can move around freely within the network—isn't this a fantastic invention?"
Everyone inhaled sharply upon hearing Mr. Leme's words.
After a while, Dumbledore asked in surprise, "Then what's the difference between these portraits and living people?"
"Of course there's a difference; they don't have physical bodies, Dumbledore." Mr. Leme waved dismissively, "But this isn't something that can't be researched. I'll address it once I've refined the theories of wizard computers and networks—I could even connect the Flue Network into it, amazing, right? Like this, if I hold the computer and say 'Diagon Alley'..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Leme disappeared.
The four stood there stunned.
"Quick, find him!" Dumbledore said calmly, still composed as if he wasn't worried about Mr. Leme's disappearance at all.
Fortunately, Mr. Leme mentioned 'Diagon Alley' before leaving, so they easily found him covered in soot.
"See, isn't it convenient?" Mr. Leme didn't seem distressed about being abruptly transported; he smiled as he showed off his Flue Network Wizard Crystal Ball Computer to the four.
"This is indeed a revolutionary breakthrough!" Vivi and Cassandra almost simultaneously sensed the business opportunity.
Cassandra sensed the business opportunity because she was trained by the Malfoy Clan.
Vivi sensed it purely because she wanted to make some money.
The dowry she'd amassed over the years was stashed in a vault, not daring to spend a penny—Old Viennese were afraid of poverty for generations... well, ever since her money was stolen by Gellert, her obsession with money had grown even stronger.
Unless it was for buying something for Harry, she really couldn't bear to spend a penny.
"I can tell you're very interested in this." Mr. Leme said with a smile, "But I still need to refine them, at least make a relay station for the wizard network first. Otherwise, where would those portraits hide? Don't you agree..."
"Have some fruit candy, Mr. Leme." Dumbledore handed candy to Mr. Leme.
Mr. Leme stared at the candy in Dumbledore's hand, then at Dumbledore's face, exchanged a look with him, and pointed to his mouth with only gums.
His expression clearly said—
"I remember you have teeth, don't you?" Harry asked with concern, "Is your Elixir of Life running low?"
"Don't worry, kid. I have enough Elixir of Life left to outlast most of the current students at Hogwarts." Mr. Leme replied with a chuckle.
Oh...
So this is how you welcome death, huh?
Mr. Leme didn't know what Harry was thinking; otherwise, he would have chastised him—if it weren't for your computer, I wouldn't be eager to avoid death so soon.
If not for the computer, he might have already lost the will to live.
But with the computer, everything felt new again, and as a tech enthusiast, Mr. Leme seemed to have found a path to continue shining.
"Most of them?" Harry asked curiously, "Why do you say most?"
Mr. Leme didn't say a word, simply gave Harry a once-over.
In his mind, he was thinking, guess why I said 'most of them'?
You kid are like a Magic Stone in human form; who ever heard of a Magic Stone—the tool to make Elixirs—dying of old age?
"Oh, we should discuss the main matter." Mr. Leme finally remembered the reason for their visit, "Tell me, what brought you here in such a tidy group?"