My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 520, Section 517: Using her instead of him

After Lynn finished speaking, Aniston and Krum's expressions froze.

"Uh, I don't think we deserve this honor, Belloc. You are the only one who can be the champion of this competition."

It was rare for Krum to force a smile and utter such flattering words on his usually indifferent face.

Based on his usual attitude towards people and things, anyone can see his problems.

Aniston fell silent after Lynn finished speaking. She had clearly noticed the change in Lynn's attitude, as if Lynn already knew what they were going to do.

Lynn smiled faintly, and did not make any aggressive moves in response to their reactions.

He said calmly.

"I know what you're thinking. You just want me to pick up this trophy, right? I would have done it even if you hadn't told me to."

As he spoke, he approached the platform where the Triwizard Cup was placed, under the watchful eyes of Aniston and Krum.

"You guys really went to a lot of trouble to let me touch this thing."

Krum and his companion looked extremely tense, while Lynn displayed utter disdain.

"How petty! In the end, all the tricks they pulled were just a door key."

After he said that, both Krum and Aniston showed utter shock on their faces.

And to their astonishment, Lynn's hand touched the trophy.

The next moment, an incredibly powerful suction force hooked Lynn's body, and the trophy and he disappeared instantly in the very center of the maze.

As Aniston and Krum stared at each other, neither of them knew what secret the trophy held.

It was completely unclear why Lynn, who should have fallen into the trap, knew so much more than the two of them.

Just as they were looking completely bewildered.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the maze at some unknown time.

Snape, his face grim, raised his wand and looked at the boy and girl in the center of the maze, speaking coldly.

"You two have already used up all your tricks, so now it's time to come with me."

Aniston had realized something was wrong; it didn't match the instructions Piqueli had given her.

They had no chance to resist and no room for resistance, so they obediently surrendered.

They only discovered this after Snape led them out of the maze.

Outside the maze, all the Hogwarts students had been gathered together, while Ilfamoni and Durmstrang's students were kept under the supervision of the professors.

Mrs. Maxim was having a somber conversation with Professor McGonagall, who was staying at Hogwarts.

The students of Beauxbatons were not restricted in their freedom either, and like the young wizards of Hogwarts, they looked around at everything with blank expressions.

Karkaroff, Piccolo, and Dumbledore were nowhere to be found and did not appear in the castle.

While chaos reigned at Hogwarts.

On an unnamed island 20 miles from Azkaban in a gray sea in northern Europe.

Countless wizards dressed in black robes filled the area, surrounding Lynn, who had suddenly appeared there, holding the trophy.

The sky was filled with hundreds of wizards riding flying broomsticks, each with their wands pointed at Lynn.

The leader of these wizards was a person wearing a dark green robe.

He covered his face with a long hood, making it impossible for anyone to see his features.

But judging from his physique, this person is definitely not the Piccoli that Lynn had previously guessed.

Because this is clearly a man.

Despite being pointed at by hundreds of wands, Lynn did not appear particularly nervous or flustered.

He looked around with interest, then shrugged at the leading wizard.

"I thought that the moment I showed up here, hundreds of spells would be aimed at me. So, sir from the Magical Congress of the United States, do you have anything to say to me before you deal with me?"

A grayish-white mist permeated the entire island, and the chilly sea breeze seemed to penetrate everywhere, causing the robes of every wizard present to flutter loudly.

Faced with his question, the leading wizard did not speak, but slowly took off the hood he was wearing.

How would you describe that face?

His skin was deathly pale, like that of a corpse, as if no blood was flowing in the veins beneath his skin. His head, which was shaped like an inverted triangle and resembled a snake's head, was completely hairless.

The already eerie face lacked a nose, with only two small holes remaining where a nose would normally be.

Upon seeing that face, Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly. Of course, he recognized who it was with such a classic look.

The pale-faced, noseless sorcerer stared at Lynn with sinister eyes, his voice hoarse yet magnetic.

"Lynn Bellok, I guess this isn't our first meeting. Oh, right, you probably don't recognize me now, or even know my name in the wizarding world."

"Voldemort or Tom Riddle? Which name are you referring to?"

Lynn brazenly revealed the identity of the male wizard, even raising an eyebrow in a provocative manner.

"No, you can't use those two names yet, or rather, you should add 'Remnant Soul' after those two names."

Voldemort, whose identity had been exposed, remained expressionless, his eyes, like those of a viper, fixed on Lynn as he listened to him continue.

"The ring that was originally hidden in the Gauntlet mansion has gone missing. You should now be the remnant soul of that Horcrux, having been reshaped into a new body. It's obvious who did this for you. Tsk tsk tsk, the terrorists of the British magical world and the Magical Congress of the United States. What a strange combination."

With his past exposed, Voldemort's face looked slightly stiff as he looked at Lynn with a strange expression.

"You seem to know a lot, even more than Dumbledore. Are you a prophet?"

Lynn chuckled, blinked, and shrugged.

"In some ways, I know more than the prophet."

Voldemort didn't seem to doubt what he said.

"I know you're a family member of that old man, so it's not surprising that you have such talent."

His snake-like eyes darted about, as if he were watching his prey.

"Since you know so much, Mr. Belloc, could you tell me where my soul is now?"

Lynn's face showed a knowing expression, and he wore a strange smile.

"I knew this was what you wanted to know from me, but you misused the word, Mr. Riddle. You should have used 'she' instead of 'he'."

(End of this chapter)