Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The erosion from Voldemort's soul has contaminated this treasure, making it no longer as magical as it was thousands of years ago.

At least no one can explore the mystery hidden in it before expelling this uninvited evil guest.

It has to be said that this made him feel extremely regretful.

He fully understood Inès's anxiety in Paradise Street.

It would be a crime to destroy such a treasure.

"I will try my best to control my magic, and perhaps I can destroy the soul of this noseless, smelly old man alone." He said solemnly, his eyes meeting Dumbledore's.

"I will assist you, but your fire charm is unique and I cannot replicate it - I will cast a protective spell to preserve its material as much as possible," he said softly, the Elder Wand already raised to his chest.

This was Dumbledore's first attempt to destroy a Horcrux full of unknowns and uncertainties, and Lynn's second.

The destruction of Tom's diary was an attempt, but unfortunately it failed.

Since the little Tom in the diary had his own independent consciousness and could mobilize the magic power of the Horcrux, he could only consume it at that time, destroying the carrier and the soul together.

This is also the reason why the Qingshui Mantra was finally chosen.

Now, facing a Horcrux that was confirmed to have no consciousness, and his own magical control had been raised to a higher level after studying the Hufflepuff Notes in depth, he was ready to try again.

Inès clasped her hands together nervously, her beautiful big eyes tightly closed, and even her voice was trembling.

"please!"

"Do your best." Lynn said solemnly, throwing the crown into the air and pointing the hawthorn wand upwards, "Principal, the protection is in your hands. Blazing flames!"

The pure white flames transformed into an inner and outer ring, swirling into the air, just enough to fit the crown perfectly.

Not a single detail was left out, as the inconspicuous but terrifyingly hot flames completely enveloped it.

From a distance, the dazzling golden crown looks like a ball of fire.

A faint blue light shot out from the tip of the old wand and turned into an extremely thin film of light, wrapping around the crown.

Even the debris pile below was gradually becoming charred due to the high temperature and dryness, but the crown itself remained unchanged.

Only the increasingly strong smell of black magic tells of the desperate fight that is going on.

The cooperation between the old and the young went seamlessly, and no one could tell that this was the first time they had truly joined forces.

Inès stared at the crown, too nervous to speak.

Suddenly, a sharp scream sounded - it was undoubtedly not a sound, but a vibration at the soul level.

After a brief struggle, the Dark Lord's soul felt the crisis of destruction, and he was screaming and struggling.

A flame more terrifying than the fierce fire was destroying his soul. He wanted to escape, to hide deep in the crown, or in some corner where he would not be burned, but there was nowhere to escape.

Dumbledore's magic both protects the tiara and blocks it.

The golden crown made of countless precious materials that Lin En couldn't even recognize was now the cage of the soul fragments.

In the face of the magic cast by Lynn and Dumbledore, and their precise and cruel plans and calculations, the twenty-something Voldemort seemed so powerless and helpless.

But he is the Dark Lord after all.

Perhaps it was an instinctive struggle, or perhaps Voldemort's will affected the soul that should have been blank.

With a piercing scream, this soul fragment that was unwilling to perish silently ran wild in a manner that was almost like self-combustion.

The aura of dark magic was unprecedentedly violent, and even Dumbledore couldn't completely block it.

The dark light penetrated the obstacles and shot out from the flames.

"click"

The barely perceptible sound penetrated the crackling sound of the burning flames, like a heavy hammer falling on Inès' heart.

"boom--"

Chapter 175 Damage and Repair

When Voldemort's soul was annihilated in the wailing, the translucent flames gradually faded, and the golden crown fell from the sky into Inès' hands.

It still feels cold to the touch, but the magical waves that were flowing have quietly disappeared, just like the vitality has faded away, leaving only a shell made of countless precious materials that are now almost extinct.

The dazzling sapphire turned into countless powders in the explosion and disappeared along with Voldemort's soul.

The eagle-head-shaped spire also turned black and lost its original charm.

Be it a fight to the bitter end or a desperate counterattack, in the split second before Lynn and Dumbledore could react, the fragment of Voldemort's soul, which was on the verge of collapse, destroyed it.

It was an explosion from the inside out. The fragments of the soul turned into nothingness in an instant. However, the protection from the outside to the inside could not prevent the overwhelming magic power from destroying the most precious part of the golden crown.

The endless cycle of magic power was cut off, symbolizing that the crown of wisdom no longer had the magic it had for thousands of years.

The most critical point is that we can't find the reason.

Lynn and Dumbledore looked at each other and saw the solemnity and thought in each other's eyes.

There was no problem with their cooperation. Wizards at this level did not need much communication and could understand each other's intentions with just a glance.

The first 99% of the progress was not missed at all, and all of it was carried out according to the discussion between the two after destroying the diary.

Only the last link.

The Horcrux that was about to be destroyed exploded with a force far beyond imagination. Its speed and power were so fast that no one could resist it.

They almost watched helplessly as the crown was infected by the dark magic and then broke in the tearing explosion.

The sapphire that condensed Rowena Ravenclaw's thousand-year magic power was like an ordinary piece of metal or rock, shattered and annihilated without any resistance.

Although it seemed like just a momentary explosion, the danger within was no less than the fierce battle on the snowfield in the past.

Lynn remained silent, looking down at his wand, carefully recalling every previous moment, tracing back every pattern and every trace of magic on the crown.

He was thinking about why the situation got out of control, and why the unconscious Horcrux suddenly went berserk.

This is unreasonable.

The diary has its own soul and carries the most of Voldemort's souls, so its desperate resistance is understandable.

But the Ravenclaw Diadem is only Voldemort's third Horcrux. Although it is stronger than the gold cup and the locket, it is only slightly stronger and should not have such a magical back-up.

"It seems that we still don't understand the soul well enough... There are unknown secrets hidden on the border between life and death." Dumbledore's face was as gloomy as water, and the iron men scattered throughout the garbage mountain turned back to their original forms and returned to him.

His goal had been achieved by destroying the Horcrux, and he had expected such an outcome, but it still saddened him to see the Founder's treasure destroyed.

Each of the thousand-year-old relics left behind by the four founders is a unique piece that cannot be replicated by contemporary technology.

But now, although the shell of the golden crown is still there, the sapphire symbolizing wisdom and the magic circuit that constitutes the cycle have disappeared in the explosion, and the value has been reduced by 70% to 80%.

"...It's not easy, isn't it? At least the main body is preserved." Holding the crown without the core, Ines pursed her lips and seemed to be in tears, but she still comforted softly.

To ignite hope and then shatter it at the last moment is an unparalleled torture and devastation that leaves one exhausted.

“There should still be room for remedy.”

After a long silence, Lynn raised his head, his magic wand vanished in the air, and crystal threads shuttled and connected in the air, like dancing butterflies.

"this……!"

Inès widened her eyes in shock as she watched the crown in her hand rise into the air and float among countless threads of magic power.

With his amazing memory and insight, he reproduced every magical circuit of the golden crown before her eyes.

In the hazy state, it was as if the azure gem and the broken eagle head were lost and found, gone and returned.

However, haziness is still haziness after all.

Ravenclaw's wisdom is still superior to Lynn's.

The chaotic and self-contained circuits converge at the tip of the golden crown and fall from top to bottom into the gap where the gem should be. It is the core of the crown, but now it seems to be just a facade.

He could only replicate the pale and empty shapes, but could not understand the mystery behind them.

Not to mention, without that magical gem, Rowena Ravenclaw's magical magic might not find a suitable carrier.

But even if it is a pale outline, even if there are still mistakes and omissions, we must try our best.

"headmaster!"

Lynn, with sweat on his forehead, shouted, and Dumbledore immediately understood what he meant.

"Veravito!"

An old and deep voice resounded in all directions, and more than a dozen stone pillars of different sizes rose into the air at the same time and merged into one in an instant.

It was a huge stone slab.

"Hold it!"

Lin En raised his wand, and the dense patterns appeared like a maze of unprecedented scale, but it was just the beginning of the real "duel".

The golden crown vibrated violently, that was the surge of magical power.

Inès cast one delicate spell after another, but it only provided a slight relief.

Pale golden lines began to extend and expand on the stone slab.

One side goes from top to bottom, the other side goes from bottom to top, converging in the center.

They are making rubbings and copies to preserve this magical path.

A few short minutes seemed as long as a thousand years.

Even someone as strong as Dumbledore had his heartbeat quickened and his breathing became a little rapid. Lin En, who was bearing the greatest pressure, was sweating profusely, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

Countless times of trial and error and error correction made his brain like a machine that was forced to overload.

When the last line was put into writing, even though his mind was as hard as iron, he suddenly felt his legs go weak and he almost fell into the pile of debris beside him.

Ines rushed forward in two steps and managed to hold him, but she also staggered.

Dumbledore stood on the high slope with a solemn expression, staring intently at the patterns on the stone slabs.

Ravenclaw's golden crown hovered quietly in the air, as if the tremor and restlessness just now had never happened.

At first glance, it looks like a mess, with no pattern to be found, just like meaningless lines piled up countless times.

But as long as you hold your breath and concentrate for a while, a kind of mysterious rhythm will vaguely stir the viewer's heart - it is not complete, nor is it completely correct, there must be some problems, but it is enough to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

The old man looked at Lin En, who was panting heavily, and his surprise was beyond words.

Thinking of his other guesses, his throat moved slightly and he wanted to speak several times, but in the end he just shook his head silently.

He turned and walked out the door, leaving behind only the slate and the golden crown, along with a few words whose meaning was unknown.

"If you still want to preserve the original bodies of the Horcruxes while destroying them, you might consider strengthening them with fire."

The tone was inexplicably complicated.

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Ravenclaw common room.

Ms. Grey, the ghost of the academy who always wandered aimlessly, was now sitting in a soft armchair, watching the young wizards gathering in groups of three or four to study and discuss.

Although the defeat in the Quidditch Cup frustrated most young wizards, many still chose to study silently, which was the norm for Ravenclaw.

They were also familiar with the character of this proud and somewhat shy lady, and they just did their own things. The scene was peaceful and harmonious.

Until she stood up with a sense of loss, grabbed her chest tightly, and went straight into the cold wall.

By the time anyone noticed, Ms. Grey had disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 176 A heart disease requires a heart medicine doctor

In the Room of Requirement, not long after Dumbledore left, the silver-white soul passed through the barrier that was supposed to keep it out.

She wandered among the debris accumulated over thousands of years, through the books, robes and everything left behind by generations of students, until she floated in front of Lynn, who was still gasping for breath.

At the moment the Horcrux was broken, she felt an inexplicable call.

"Ms. Grey? Why would you…?"

Inès didn't understand what was going on, so she greeted him a little awkwardly.