Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Hogwarts needs your explanation, otherwise it will be Dumbledore himself who will make the trip tomorrow."

In front of a group of Aurors from the Magical Congress, Lynn spoke in a strong tone and did not even give the other party a chance to be polite.

He is already familiar with the technique of waving the banner and pulling the tiger's skin.

Inès supported Professor Barbling and expressed her position with her actions.

In the corner, Thurmond, who was familiar with him, sighed silently.

"Dun... I understand that the Magical Congress cannot escape blame. Once the incident is resolved, I will personally go to Hogwarts to give you an explanation."

Lynn's toughness was unexpected, and Dumbledore's name made the gray-haired old woman unable to refuse.

She could only nod bitterly, walked over to Lynn, and looked around.

Even though the casualties have not been counted yet, based on rough visual observation and estimation, this will be the worst attack in the three hundred years since the establishment of the Magic Congress.

Even without taking into account the apostles and dark wizards, the direct death toll in the Magic Congress alone was over a hundred, and there were also many innocent wizards who came here to do business, and the number of injured was difficult to count for the time being.

More than half of the elite Aurors and strikers who were the backbone of the force were lost, and it would be difficult to recover within a few years.

No one thought that the power of the Apostles had grown so strong, and no one knew where these people came from.

Including her, the leader of the Magic Congress.

She could only lean forward dejectedly and said in a deep voice: "Please accept the gratitude of the Magical Congress and the entire American wizarding community. You have saved countless innocent lives, Mr. Eric."

"Forget about the bad check, Ms. Renee," Lynn said coldly, "I never give anything away for free. Three things."

"Compensate me for the resources I consumed, here's the list."

"Let me interrogate this dark wizard myself."

"And information about that monster."

"Of course the first two are fine, but..." The old woman hesitated, and she subconsciously looked at the people from the Mysterious Department.

Even the President of the Magical Congress cannot completely interfere with this powerful and secretive department, just as the British Ministry of Magic cannot completely control the Department of Mysteries.

"No buts." Lin En glanced at the leading old wizard, "You want me to search it myself?"

The magic power surged, sending a threatening signal.

Every official of the Magical Congress had a stern look on their faces.

They already had difficulty dealing with that monster, let alone Lin En who defeated the monster head-on.

His reputation is well-known even in the United States, far away from the Old World.

Looking at the secret archive room that was reduced to ruins, the old wizard nodded bitterly, then disappeared into the shadows with his colleagues and the Aurors surrounding this floor.

Also took all the wounded and remains with them.

"I'm……"

The dying hummingbird slowly opened its mouth under the influence of truth serum.

The top secret hidden in the Magic Congress for three hundred years is slowly unveiled.

Heresy of Salem: Undead Monster.

Chapter 165 Embers of Night

Evening, Hogwarts.

"So there are such things in the United States?" Dumbledore restrained the joy and laughter that had lasted for a whole day and frowned. "I heard about it many years ago. Gellert also told me something similar."

"That thing is very strange. Ordinary magic can't really damage it, and soul magic can only weaken it. On the contrary, the Patronus Charm can have a good effect." Lynn said as he subconsciously touched the bracelet.

Although this trip to the Magic Congress cost a huge price of two loose-leaf magic leaves, it also made a lot of money.

He personally killed his old rival Hummingbird and avenged Latvia.

In the name of exploring a monster called the Salem Heresy, the knowledge resources of the Magic Congress were severely exploited.

He also snatched enough resources from the already panic-stricken René and the Magic Congress to make a dozen magic loose-leaf pages.

This was a huge fortune that would make even Euphemia jump with joy when she saw it.

Although the American magical society is far from being as powerful and prosperous as their secular society, it is just as wealthy.

With the harvest in hand, even strange and dangerous monsters could not dispel Lin En's good mood.

Dumbledore was less cheerful.

In just a few seconds, his expression changed several times and his ideological struggle was extremely intense.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he hid all his thoughts in his eyes as deep as the sea.

"I will find time to go to Salem and find out the situation. This dangerous monster is a threat that must be dealt with first no matter where it is."

He drew out the Elder Wand subconsciously, his face more solemn than when he faced Voldemort.

The more powerful a person is, the more he will fear the unknown and the information gap hidden in the unknown.

So is Lynn, and so is Dumbledore.

Although Lin En had other plans in mind, he bowed his head silently on the surface and said softly, "The Magic Congress will definitely feel relieved if you personally take action. President Renee will come to Hogwarts to visit you soon."

"Come to Hogwarts, for... well, you really need an explanation." Dumbledore looked at Lynn approvingly, "I won't ask for the source of the news, but I want to thank you and Inès for your hard work. Later, I will go to St. Mungo's with Minerva to visit Bathsilda."

"Thank you for your understanding, Principal." Lin En smiled knowingly. "Professor Barbling is my senior and mentor. This is just my job. I'll go back first. I have an appointment with Inès to study curses in Defense Against the Dark Arts together today."

"Of course, thank Inès for me." The old man stood up and said with a smile, "Please represent me in the Magic Congress. Thank you for your hard work, Lin En."

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From the moment he walked out of the principal's office, Lynn's expression changed drastically. There was joy, but also some complicated doubts. He was thinking quickly in his mind until he reached his own office.

Ines, who had just returned from sending Professor Babel to St. Mungo's for a checkup, was sitting on the sofa waiting bored. When she saw him come in, she couldn't wait to ask, "What's going on?"

"He doesn't know either. That makes sense. If I stayed in Hogwarts for my whole life, I probably wouldn't know much about news from remote areas." Lynn shrugged and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. "Have a drink, tell me what you've learned, and then we'll continue studying the previous content. I have some new ideas about the way this curse works."

The fine wine produced by Château Moran is a charming ruby ​​red color, with attractive fruity aromas intertwined with toasted notes, light and long-lasting.

With a light tap of the magic wand, the sobering process is perfectly skipped.

Even Inès, who didn't like drinking much, became more interested. She took a sip and immediately smelled the mixture of black currant and slight chocolate aroma, with a smooth aftertaste.

A slight coolness slid down her mouth, fermented into wisps of heat in her lower abdomen, and also made Ines' face look lightly red - her alcohol tolerance seemed to be average.

Leaning lazily on the cushion behind her, Inès said softly, "It can be found, but this cunning creature is hiding very deep, and... can you really kill it? The Magical Congress of the United States of America hasn't been able to do it in three hundred years."

"I can't do it myself. Even the magic power of the sourceless water is very difficult." Lin En admitted without hesitation, "But I have a method worth trying."

"I want to go too. I'll lead the way for you," said Inès.

"The situation is a bit complicated and dangerous. I don't recommend you go." Lin En shook his head. "Even I'm not completely sure."

"You want to call your friends to come along." Inès was unmoved, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "Don't think I don't know that you are in contact through the badge in your arms."

Lin En raised an eyebrow: "Good eyesight... Are you sure you want to go?"

He put down the wine glass without any expression, and there was a serious scrutiny in his eyes.

"I can swear an oath not to reveal any information and to assist you fully, but in return, if you can really kill that monster, I want to participate in the research."

Inès also placed the wine glass on the coffee table and waved her fair fingers gently. "Although I don't know much about what secrets there are in Salem besides the witch trials, I am sure that monster has secrets. I need knowledge, whether it is Ravenclaw or something else."

There was a long period of staring and silence, with only the ticking of the clock being heard.

"make a deal."

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New York, 10pm Eastern Time, a hotel temporarily requisitioned by the Magic Congress.

A young scholar with black hair was writing at his desk in the room.

He is a professor at Ilvermorny, and he is here during the Easter holidays to represent the school in holding a meeting with the Magical Congress.

In the morning's battle, he was one of the only few who escaped unscathed, and even protected a number of famous elderly and frail scholars.

As the attack came to an end, he and almost everyone present at the scene were temporarily detained by the Magical Congress to arrange treatment and examination while cooperating with the on-site investigation.

Because of his special status, he was given a separate room.

At this time, he had nothing to do and was writing a letter under the light.

The handwriting is elegant and soothing, just like his soft sentences.

This is a letter to report safety.

As I was writing, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Professor, I'm John, and it's your turn to talk now."

This was the voice of a somewhat immature young man, full of respect for the people in the room.

The scholar replied loudly, "Thank you for your hard work, John. I'll be there soon." He slightly quickened the pace of writing the letter, and only stood up hurriedly and picked up the top hat on the table when he finished.

"Sorry for the wait." He walked out the door and crossed the corridor chatting with his former students.

The lights in the room were still on, illuminating the letters still left on the table.

【Rachel Arcadio Byron】

This was the signature of the letter, the blue-black ink glowing faintly under the light.

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Late at night, Nurmengard Castle, Austria.

In the darkness of night, a line of text could be vaguely seen at the entrance of the castle.

For the Greater Good

This is the life motto of Gellert Grindelwald, the "most dangerous dark wizard", and it is well known throughout the wizarding world.

There are no guards or restraints here, but the most dangerous criminals in the world are imprisoned here - except for the British, almost no one would question this.

That night, Grindelwald, who possessed some prophetic abilities, did not go to bed. Instead, he sat in the cell fully dressed, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"You came here yesterday and you're coming again today. What's the matter?" His voice was cold but there was a barely perceptible joy in it.

"Gellert, I have something important to ask you." Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the cell, with a hint of the hospital's unique potion smell on his body, and he looked very tired. "Have you heard of the [Salem Heresy]? Or the unkillable monster."

"The heretic of Salem? The unkillable monster?"

Grindelwald stood up slowly, his old but sharp eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger.

Chapter 166 Easter Gathering

Wizards do not practice Muggle religion, at least not since the Middle Ages.

But throughout history, the celebrations of the festivals by both sides seem to have always been synchronized, a phenomenon that even magical historians cannot fully explain.

At least according to Nicol and Perenelle, Christmas and Easter have been celebrated in wizarding society since the couple's youth - in a secular way.

Easter eggs, Easter bunnies, lilies... almost all the festive elements that can be found in Muggle society are present in the wizarding world.

There is also a long two-week holiday - although it is shorter than Christmas + winter break, and for students, the huge amount of homework during this holiday will also eliminate some of the joy.

Before this day came, Professor Bathsheda Babbling, who had only suffered minor skin injuries, was discharged from the hospital and returned to Hogwarts, taking over the large amount of homework and test grading tasks that gave Lynn and her three assistants a headache.

The Quidditch training of the young wizards is also in full swing. The final is approaching, and the three teams that still have a chance to win the championship are unwilling to give in to each other. Slytherin, fighting for honor, is not willing to fall behind.

There is also the course selection for next year that has the young wizards troubled, as well as the preparations for the fifth and seventh grade exams that have finally become tense.

This festival, which symbolizes prosperity and hope, is ongoing at Hogwarts.

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Compared to the sparsely populated British wizarding society where Muggle religious beliefs are almost non-existent, the Muggle society's Easter celebrations appear to be more lively and grand.

When Lynn and Firenze walked the streets of Birmingham with Percy and Doris, who were allowed to leave school, they could see Muggle celebrants in colorful and gorgeous costumes everywhere.

They are having a huge Easter parade - if the one in London is the biggest, then the celebration in Birmingham is a model of diversity.