Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"As you can see, take a deep breath."

Spatial fluctuations suddenly intensified.

“There’s a counterattack here!!!”

The unfinished words turned into a high-pitched scream, and the two of them instantly disappeared into the noisy street.

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Outside the Woolworth Building, a phantom flashed by, and the two people appeared at the same time.

Right in the middle of a group of nervous and alert attackers.

"Do you want to scare me to death? You Disapparated without even saying hello!" Inès asked in shock, patting her chest hard - and then hitting it on a cliff, making a reassuring "bang bang" sound.

"If you are an intruder, kill you without mercy!" The roar of shock and anger came from far away.

"You're a little surprised, Inès. It might be a little troublesome inside, but do these flashy things outside want to stop me?"

A thick curtain of light instantly appeared in front of him, blocking all the incoming spells.

With a wave of his hand, the light in the sky dissipated, leaving no trace.

"Now it's time to go find Professor Babel and lend a hand."

"it is good."

This was not the first time the two had worked together, and Inès understood and drew out her wand.

"Exhausted! Empty! Sluggish!"

Curses from South America fell one after another.

The invisible feeling of fatigue and weakness was like a heavy shackle that bound them without any warning.

Although she is far inferior to Lynn and Voldemort, there are only a few people in this world who can surpass her in the field of curses. She is more than enough to deal with these wizards who have fanatical beliefs but mediocre strength.

"Perfect curse, Inès. I've been wanting to ask you for advice." Lynn said approvingly, waving his wand lightly and sending out red light like flowing water.

The wizards who were unable to dodge were like lambs to be slaughtered, unable to avoid or block the attack. In an instant, only a few big and small cats were left, and the beasts scattered like birds.

Lin En had no intention of pursuing him, so he turned around and left.

Inside the building, the fierce fight has reached a climax.

The Magic Congress, which has enjoyed peace for decades, is filled with slackness from top to bottom.

The horses were put to rest in the mountains and the swords and guns were put into storage, which was completely different from the Muggle countries of the same period.

Faced with the sudden situation, they were panic-stricken and made one stupid move after another.

After quickly losing nearly half of the building's floors, the Aurors and strikers who hurriedly returned seemed to be at a loss as to what to do and could only passively resist.

Their level may be weaker than that of their European counterparts, but they are definitely not weaklings or cowards. It's a pity that one incompetent general can exhaust the entire army, and the leaderless melee makes these well-trained elite wizards unable to cope with it.

The war was raging, and everywhere you looked, you could see the light of the curse everywhere.

There are many poisonous curses and even unforgivable curses among them.

In the hall on the first floor alone, there were twenty or thirty people lying down, their lives or deaths unknown.

This is undoubtedly a catastrophe for the American magical society, where the proportion of wizards in the population is far lower than that in Europe.

And this is only the edge of the battlefield; the real battle takes place dozens of floors above.

That was also the destination of Lynn's trip.

But before going up, he still had to solve some pressing problems.

For example, enemies can be found everywhere.

Chapter 162 Weirdness and Madness

"God will protect us, kill him!"

A shrill shout came from above, and when Lynn looked up, he saw a fanatic with a robe more gorgeous than most.

It is obvious that this person is at least a small leader of the Apostle organization.

As the gate had already fallen, he shouted at the top of his lungs, but he hid behind the crowd with fear in his eyes.

Groups of fanatics charged down the stairs.

There are all kinds of people, young and old, male and female, and their magical powers vary.

Looking at these strange opponents, Lin En was puzzled.

Although he knew that the religious beliefs of Muggles were deeply rooted in North America and had even spread to the wizarding world, he still couldn't understand why people would be ashamed of their identity and power.

Giving Inès a wink, he grabbed a wizard who looked to be in his twenties or thirties.

"Legilimency."

When eyes meet, the unguarded brain is like an empty castle.

"Protect them all!"

Inès raised her wand high, and a series of explosions sounded. The solid circle of light did not move at all, without even the slightest flicker.

"So weak?" She frowned, "Lin En, what is going on?"

"I don't know. I can't see any problem." Lin En let go of the unconscious young wizard and said coldly.

As they were talking, more fanatics surrounded them.

They shouted slogans for God's protection and launched attacks from all directions. Their crude magic was like a colony of ants charging at an elephant, funny and suspicious.

"Saving people is the most important thing." Lin En flew into the air, "Don't waste time with them."

The air currents gathered and dragged the two of them rapidly into the air. After thousands of years, Helbo's magic saw the light of day again, but it bore Lin's personal mark.

Isa's symbol condensed in the air, and the surrounding area of ​​dozens of meters instantly turned into ice and snow.

The small leader who was smart enough to try to escape in the chaos was not spared either.

In fact, because of Lynn's "special care", his ice sculpture became larger than any of his companions, and the extreme coldness tortured his body and soul - and also his faith.

With such commotion, the dark wizard who was looting around also noticed something was wrong.

These desperate criminals who came for money had a bad feeling.

Compared with those fearless and fanatical apostles, they are truly profit-driven. They rush in when there is profit to be made, and scatter when they see the situation is not good.

Especially those third-rate dark wizards who came here just to fish in troubled waters, just mingling at the lower levels, and had no intention of plundering the real treasures of the Ministry of Magic.

Their actions taking advantage of the chaos made the situation even more confusing.

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Compared to the middle of the building where heavy troops from both sides gathered, the battles in all other places seemed insignificant and not worth mentioning.

The 40th to 50th floors were originally areas for storing magic books and conducting academic research, but now they have become a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

And beneath this surface, there is a special secret.

The Department of Mysteries of the Magical Congress is also located here - hidden in an unknown place.

They are similar to the Department of Mysteries in the British Ministry of Magic, but they are different, not only in the name of the department, but also in the tasks they undertake.

Judging from the number of troops deployed and the level of wizards participating in the battle, the real target of the [Apostles] is in this area, and the Magical Congress has also noticed this and will not give up an inch of territory.

Not only the fanatics who were supported by fanatical beliefs, but also the dark wizards lost their minds in the face of wealth and knowledge, and fought a life-and-death battle with the Aurors and strikers who came hastily to support them.

Trained wizards became expendable objects and numbers.

Even the head of the Auror Office, Daron Grif, fell to the ground seriously injured and was dragged back by several loyal subordinates.

A magic dagger was inserted into his chest, with black air surrounding it and blood flowing continuously.

The two sides were so blood-thirsty that they no longer cared about anything else. Deadly spells emerged one after another, turning the original academic hall into a meat grinder.

In the battle group, a short gray-haired man stood out.

He seemed to be looking for something and looked absent-minded, but the power of the spell was on a different level from that of everyone around him. As long as he made a move, someone would fall.

The dagger that severely injured Gorriff was also his magic. It was cruel and tricky, and it brought the famous North American dark wizard hunter to the brink of death.

This was certainly due to the fact that the North American wizarding world was more peaceful and martial, but it also highlighted his powerful magical powers that stood out from the crowd - even in Europe, there were only a few Aurors who could surpass him.

However, after succeeding, he had no intention of pursuing the victory. Instead, he took advantage of the chaos caused by Gorriff's fall and quickly dodged to a seldom-visited corridor.

"Hummingbird! What are you doing over there?!" An apostle with impressive momentum was fighting with the Aurors behind him while shouting, "We saved your life and gave you 5,000 Galleons! Kill these Aurors for me!"

His voice was full of command, as if he was ordering a servant around.

However, before he could finish his words, a pitch-black dagger attacked silently.

Under the apostle's astonished gaze, it drilled into the chest and broke out of the body with a splash of blood.

"You...you..." The apostle who had just been suppressing two Aurors alone suddenly knelt on the ground with a dejected look, dirty blood constantly oozing out of his mouth, and pointed forcefully at the back of the gray-haired wizard.

"The money you gave me is only enough for me to do these things." The dark wizard codenamed Hummingbird turned his head away with contempt. "Besides, it was not you who saved me, but the great master who chose you as his sacrifice, you hopeless fools."

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, rushing towards the corridor that should have been a dead end, his eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity and eagerness.

"We must hurry... We can't let that monster catch up with me... The great master is still waiting..."

Even as he muttered to himself, he did not slow down at all as he rushed towards the wall, leaped up, activated the magic on the wall in the blue light, and dived into it.

A line of small words suddenly appeared.

【Forbidden Heresy: Salem's Twilight Judgement】

Behind him, the fierce battle was still going on. The apostle lying on the ground died with his eyes open, but no one had time to pay attention to him.

Soon, a new body fell on top of him—a batsman who looked very young, twenty years old at most.

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"What a big event..."

When Lynn and Ines arrived at the bloody battlefield, the scene before him made him sigh softly.

Compared with the battle in front of him, even the battle in which he and his fellow Stargazers destroyed Lestrange Manor was nothing but child's play.

The American wizarding community, with a total size of less than 100,000 wizards, was able to gather thousands of wizards to fight in the Magic Capitol in just one morning. No one would dare to believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

Now this scene appeared before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Inès was so shocked by the scene that rushed up from the first floor that she was speechless and even felt numb from the tragedy.

"Hey! Don't do anything to him, that's Eric! He's not from that side!" From the side of the Magical Congress, a deep male voice spread throughout the floor under the effect of the loudspeaker spell, making the Aurors who thought their opponents had reinforcements breathe a sigh of relief.

The person who spoke was a tall Auror with a strong physique, who looked more like a fighter than a wizard. The next second, Lynn and Inès appeared beside him without any warning.

"Thank God, Lynn! I didn't expect you to..."

"Thurmond, tell me, where is the meeting room for the Ancient Magic Rune Annual Meeting?" As soon as he landed, Lin En interrupted him without any hesitation, "And Professor Babeling."

"I..." The strong Auror felt a lump in his throat, "I thought you were here to help us. The meeting is right there-"

"boom"

Before he finished his words, the sound of fire and smoke from an explosion came from the direction of Thurmond's fingertips.

That's the venue.

Chapter 163: Heresy in Salem (Part )

"Damn it!" Thurmond was horrified. "Eh..."

Lynn, who had just been by his side, had disappeared, leaving only Ines.

"He has gone to rescue our colleague. Now tell me, what is going on?" She grabbed the bewildered Auror and asked coldly, "Don't tell me that your damn place can gather so many unidentified wizards."

Her question was exactly what Thurmond was wondering.

From the beginning of the battle, people had discovered that most of these thugs in uniform robes were strangers that had never been seen before.

This is extremely rare in the wizarding world, and is completely different from the Apostle organization's mode of action in the past few decades, catching them off guard.